Soaking....pound, pound, pound .... the soft hoot, hooting from the grand old owl in the tree to my left...and the POUND POUND POUNDING from my throbbing head . This became an audible surreal symbol of the back and forth battle taking place in my body. I squeezed my legs tightly as the pain and pressure increased. My only ally was the breeze. The wonderful cool breeze wrapped it's fingers around my body briefly reducing the heat I felt within, then quickly slipped away. With the extreme pressure in my head came uncontrollable tears. Tears that flooded my eyes, blurring my vision. The constant coming and going of the breeze left me in a desperate search for any other form of relief. Anything! But I just couldn't think of a thing. Pound, pound …show more content…
Their brilliance shown against a large, black velvet fabric. They almost seemed to float. My hand reached out to grasp one of these precious gems. But I could not reach it. It seemed to drift away or elude me. As I wiped some tears from my eyes my vision cleared and I discovered that my glorious gems were actually something much more precious. They were not gems at all. My diamonds were thousands of tiny stars set against the deep black night. Sparkling tiny stars everywhere. It was moments like these, that were the most ironical. For mixed with my severe agony and pain I was also truly blessed. Blessed to witness such a sight. To sit here in the countryside where the stars truly sparkled like diamonds and the sky was as black as Velvet. An anxious sort of tension suddenly started building from within. My right hand began to open and close in a repetitive motion, gaining speed rapidly. Oh no! Not now! Quickly I lay on the cement flooring outside. But just as I lay my head down they started. My body tensed. My chest arched upward, my legs and arms started slapping the cement repeatedly. My head tilted backward and hit, hit, hit. I felt the salty taste of blood in my mouth... (I've bitten myself). All this happening without my loosing consciousness. The more I desperately tried to stop it, the more severe it got. Harder and harder. Hitting, slapping, kicking, banging. My body becoming so hard, so very, very tense!! A
A Long Walk to Water is a Realistic Fiction book that can be about Determination and it is made by Linda Sue Park. Nya is the main female character, and she has to fetch water everyday and it takes 8 hours of the day to get water and come back. Nya sometimes has to move to a lake during dry season and still has to get water, Nya. also doesn’t get to go to school or learn. Salva is the main male character, the part where Salva lives has been having war and Salva has to get to a refugee camp in Ethiopia along the way Salva meets a boy named Mariel and he finds his uncle, he makes it to a camp but a couple years later the government is falling and they have to go to another camp. Later on Salva got to go to New York and live with a new family.
I hit the ground silently and hissed when a sting overtook my knee and like a pinch to the arm I instantly knew that this was not a nightmare.
On the first day of my clinicals for my certification as a Nurses Aid, an older nurse who had been working at this care center for almost twelve years, looked my group in the eyes and with the least emotion possible told us “The people here are going to die, so do yourself a favor and don’t get too attached.”. I know that’s probably the worst thing a nurse working in an old person’s home could say to a group of wide eyed, excited, new CNAs but I never took it to heart. After a week of working there the rumors I heard about the nurse staff and the residents had me reconsidering my choice. This was my senior year of high school, possibly the most emotional, confusing, and fast paced year of my life and I was spending it working with people
My hands were covering my ears trying to drown out the screams, but I couldn’t. Get down. Take cover. Make yourself smaller I thought. The rounds continued, each one seeming to get closer and closer to my position.
My heart ached with pain. I felt the rain pour on me, as my own tears started to drop just like the rain surrounding me. Regret. It was around me like a cloud that will always be on top of me no matter what.
His trembling body strengthened; his heart soared in the sky, his darkened soul stood flaming with the fire in his eye. And so he worked relentlessly; he struggled and he strained. His conscience whipped him mercilessly for every ounce he gained. He ran on legs like pistons; his muscled arms grew sore; He'd tell himself, "I have to" then ask himself, "What for?
the rain was pelting down on my head. My car had just broken down in
My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again.
Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash which littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast; its ebony visage glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold clammy hand seemed to envelope my body. I knew I could not escape.
One of them saw me and whispered to a friend. Then the banging started all over again. They wouldn’t let me go. A hand pulled me in before I could ask what was going on. Suddenly, I was blinded by lights as my ears went numb from the blaring music.
I felt like an empty glass of water. No water. No half-empty or half-full. there was nothing left to give, No tears left to be cried. Behind closed doors of my home, My mom and dad were the only ones that made me feel happy, I had fun with them, but I heard the lies in my thoughts, I was telling myself that that wasn't “cool” that the kids from my high school, my friends, those were the ones to impress, their opinion of me was the most important .
...ed eyes, vision growing fainter, body becoming paralyzed, and the hum of the hospital machines muting to a dull throb. And slowly I rise, rise into the escape of pure bliss.
As I turned around to begin the journey towards my hopeless shot, disregarding the obvious mistake I was making, it hit me. The pressure from the sudden unexpected impact on the tip of my left elbow shot through my entire body quickly and painfully. The pain shot from my elbow, through my arm, down through my legs, then back up to my other arm, and finally to my head. The pain was strong and sharp. It felt as though I had fallen on an electric cattle fence, and it had given me one strong electrical shock that overtook my whole body with pain for a split second.
As I walked I let my eyes close and my feet feel the groove in the gravel. My mind, still asleep, dreamt of breathing. The lining of my father's old coat escaped inside the pockets and caught my fingers, which were numb from the cold. I would have worn gloves but the sun would be unbearable later in the day. The clouds would rise over the mountains and disappear and the birds would slowly become silent as the heat settled in. But for now it was just cold. I tried to warm my neck by breathing down the collar. It smelled like diesel and sweat.
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.