The Table

this old table that she got a long time ago. She loves this ancient table, but it has pointy edges. I am so afraid of hitting the table that I refuse to get a glass of water at night. In order for me to get to the kitchen light, I have to past that table. Now, if I was James Bond, I would never bump into that table again. With all those cool gadgets he has, I am almost positive I would miss every single corner of that stupid table, but that is besides the point. I hate pain and all that table…

Sitting in the confines of the Miller's Ale House in Tallahassee, I positioned myself in perfect position: on the outside seat of the long, wood bench seat in perfect view of the matchup between the undefeated Green Bay Packers -- my team -- and the San Diego Chargers. In closer proximity was my feast. Nachos piled high with cheese, sour cream, jalapenos, chicken and salsa; cheese curds, a Wisconsin favorite and a tall glass of Angry Orchard hard cider. I set my self up dressed in my old-school…

yet many people only leave a dollar or two, in some cases, nothing at all. Often times, a server will work long hours dealing with people who aren't the kindest to them. People don't think about the fact that they are taking care of more than one table. If…

standing up. He walks over to the front door and puts his coat back on. Without looking back, he walks out, as he often does when a difficult situation arises. Jackie begins to cry loudly. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and puts it on the table, before walking out of sight, into the bedroom. Focus goes to the phone. After a few seconds, it buzzes and the screen lights up. The name comes into focus first: Mrs. Pamel. The text then comes into focus: Call me soon, dear! INT. BEDDROOM –…

Mr. Richard Jenkins attended the eight o’clock service at his local church every single Sunday. Each week without fail, he sat in the third row, looking carefully polished, just as he had the Sunday before that, and the Sunday before that, and just as he would next Sunday, too. His jacket was clean and pressed, his shoes had been polished until they were gleaming, his bowtie had been tied perfectly around his starched collar, and his hat was placed neatly upon his head. He was clean-shaved, his…

All this time. You were too much of a coward to tell me who you really were. You had nothing to lose in telling me the truth after all you are the Lemurian “king”. The order worships you?” I pointed at the table. The entire table sat silently watching. Some of the watcher’s mouth were agape. Semjaza’s face twisted into a slight smile, and he stood. “She has a point. You did lie to the woman.” Semjaza said. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the three of us. Azazel sighed…

lingering by a window and being fascinated by the peaceful scenery of the yard. A wide path is filled with flagstone as well as interplanted with dymondia margaratae, and tiny yellow sedums. Standing out from the garden, a set of glossy silver outdoor table is placed in the center of the garden, next to a hanging – rocking chair. Red lilies, purple lavender, and white daffodils surround the outer edge of the yard, evoking a casual and placid atmosphere. A hammock, hanging in the corner, is…

Classroom 22 is located across the blacktop, not in one of the main buildings, but in a small portable; it is wheelchair accessible with a ramp leading into the classroom. The desks are grouped into five tables of four to six students, with the teacher's desk in back, and a U-shaped side table (for one on one student/teacher interactions) to the side of the whiteboard. The desk groups are all about three feet…

They both experience emotional injury, and they are having a hard time recovering after their losses. As said before, Charlie could not finish the prayer at the dinner table. This shows how lonely Charlie is and how heartbroken he is. Charlie set the table for everyone, even for the people that are gone. Charlie cannot grasp the fact that his family members are gone. For Joe, he realizes that he will never be able to do the activities he loves or talk to the…

There was a soft knock on the door.‘Come’, he called.Mrs Fergus wheeled a trolley into the room. ‘G’d morn there, Mr Malkovich.’ She said. ‘The kedgeree is piping hot and I’ve buttered the toast for ye’.’ She lifted the plates and dishes onto the table by the sash windows.‘You’re an absolute wonder Mrs Fergus.’ Malkovich folded and threw the newspaper onto the floor. ‘Where’s Wilson?’Dr. James Wilson looked round from behind the door before he entered the room. A young lady timidly followed him,…