Just like You

country next to the freezing lake that makes you get chills all over. When I’m driving to work I always see the long narrow road ahead that I feel will never end. I’m working as a vet, everyday after work all I hear is people yelling and animals being put down. I asked “Are you ready to go to work yet? I’m getting impatient.” As I was telling my sister, “You can’t always come here with me.” When we were driving in to town the leaves blew up, and swirled around like a tornado. As I walked into…

“Screw you, Abellona!” My mama shouted, scolding her with an anger so primal, so intense, that I had never seen anything like it ever come out of her before. It had frightened me and yet made me proud. I looked down at my mama’s feet where Midnight now stood, her back arched, fangs drawn and letting out a seething rear aimed squarely at Abellona. Not far from her was another cat as equally angered and ready for a rumble. Off to my right, Tucker and Owen still struggled with subduing…

Mrs. Meariam is 51 year old single mother, domiciled in the Bronx, was self-employed for several years, with her medical history of schizophrenia, client has history of violence. Me: Hello Ms. Meariam, I’m a nursing student. D.M.: `` how do you know my name, are you Mary? You look like someone I know.’’ Me: ``sometimes I can image people names just by looking at their face.’’ D.W. so are you a psychic? Me: `` kind of.’’ Me: ``So can I ask you how long you have been here?’’ D.M.: ``I’ve…

Any style, or colour you really like?" Anya asks. "Well, for Angela," Vanessa starts, while gesturing to Angela, but is cut off. "I was thinking we could go for an older look, something flattering but not over the top. And I want a fitted short dress, one that compliments my body. No lace, whatsoever, but I like a bit of sparkle. I want strapless of course and as for the colour, I want it to be dark ruby," Angela says, conceitedly. Demanding much? I mean, it's nice to know exactly what you…

a man named Cross Lambert. “Hey Cross, aren’t you excited? You’re going to get your first command soon?” “I don’t know Galius. I have been a lieutenant for so long, I don’t know how the men are going to adjust to my promotion.” “Everyone knew you were going to be the next captain and you have many supporters, amazingly. You’re the perfect example for a high-ranking officer.” “How so?“ “You follow orders to the letter and you are a devout follower of Zenith and the men will just be happy to…

who tells you he prefers to obey God than to obey men, and who is consequently sure of entering the gates of Heaven by slitting your throat?” Dr Richard Reilly Wrote an essay published in Philosophy Now, in which he discusses how he approaches the topic of “Questioning God” with his students. Reilly begins with the above quote from Voltaire—not in the published version, only in the copy given to his students—where he captures his main idea in one simple statement. If a man is truly loyal to…

the room was simply decorated, a thick white rug covered the floor with a sitting area consisting of a long sofa and a chair near the windows that were draped with thick blue draperies that blocked the light. "This is your room," Amelia repeated from the doorway. "You can do with it what you want, it's your zone nobody else's. If you don't like the paint we can change it," "No - its - its perfect," he murmured softly before turning away and smiling at the older woman. "Thank you," "You're oh so…

Why didn’t anything happen in you, Wild Awake? I wanted you to be good, but unfortunately, you were not because nothing happened and goddamn, your main character and the prose was cringe-worthy. Yes, that’s right, my dear friends. Nothing really happen. Yeah, Wild Awake seemed true to everyday life since life doesn’t have an overarching plot, and I would’ve enjoyed it if I hadn’t disliked the main character. It is a mess (albeit, somewhat fitting to the main character’s state of mind). When I…

resembled Adeline’s, Everything about her was familiar to Adeline. No, no I can’t hurt my love again! I quickly released her from the chains on the walls. “I’m so sorry baby. I don’t know what came over me!” I embraced her tightly scared that if I let go she would be gone again. “I’ve missed you so much..”, I mumbled into her tangled hair. “W-What do you mean you’ve missed me? You’re crazy get off of me!” , Blair struggled against my hold. “Silly girl, when you fell off of the balcony.” My poor…

hurting just like you and me. I looked out the window with a tilted head as the corner of my lips drooped. I was thinking about her funeral. I told you to just back up and take a different path because there were so many different ways to get to her grave. You didn’t listen though. You honked your horn and told them to move out of our way. When my sister and I both yelled “why would you do that?” I added “they were at a funeral!” You screamed “I’m mourning! I’m the hurt one!” And then you…