Nightstand

I crawled through the open window of Harley’s apartment on the fifth floor. I suspected that he wasn't home, with all the lights turned off. Although, there was a faint sound of music playing from his iPod hidden under the pillow of his desk chair, with the cord sticking out. I only noticed that he was home when I saw a light from the crack of the bathroom door, but I didn't bother to call his name. It was normal for me to enter through the window everyday after I ate dinner, he was usually…

I could pick up a bat. Since then, I’ve been to countless practices and played in hundreds of games. Baseball is essentially a second life, and if you were to step into my room, for example, you’d see a childhood baseball bat leaning against my nightstand, several baseballs on my dresser and scattered on the floor, and a picture of Wrigley Field displayed on my wall. I spent most of my summer travelling across the Southeast playing in tournaments in Atlanta, Charleston, and Raleigh, where I was…

focus on the technique without having to worry about whether or not I needed to be awake at a certain time and possibly forget what I was dreaming about. Before going to bed Monday night, I placed my dream journal and a pen right beside me on my nightstand that way I was ready and able to jot down notes from my dream when I woke up in the morning. When I woke up the next morning, I immediately wrote down in my dream journal what occurred in my dream. This included the face of my grandma,…

He gave an example of a little boy that killed his stepfather because the man would constantly get drunk and beat his mother. When the stepfather was passed out drunk on his bed the little boy shot him with a handgun kept it the nightstand. The only problem was, the boy’s stepfather was the Deputy Sherriff. Tragically, he little boy was arrested and sent to an adult prison, and tried as an adult. When Stevenson acquired the boy as a client he cried and told him about the horrible…

everyone safe?”, “What was going on?” During my panic she did not speak infact she began to quietly sob. My mother took the phone from my hand and tried to talk to her in a soothing voice. It seemed like an eternity before she put the phone on her nightstand. She then had me sit on the couch, she sat next to me and she recounted the conversation between mothers. She began to explain that my biological father began to have symptoms of PTSD. In hopes of making him better they thought it would…

“I’ll show you, but there isn’t much to see,” replied Levi, as he pulled me up off of the couch by my hand. As we walked down a short hallway, he opened a closed door at the end. “This is my old man’s room.” When I walked in, I saw an unmade bed, a nightstand littered with a variety of things, a black recliner, and a small television. The walls in the room were white and the carpet was beige. There wasn’t a smell in the room; it didn’t smell good or bad. I guess that you…

The first thing we see in Meyer Wolfsheim’s room is his human molar cufflinks. He wore these cufflinks when he met up with Gatsby and Nick for lunch. ‘Finest specimens of human molars,’ is what Wolfsheim tells Nick, as if displaying them as some sort of trophy that he is proud of. The second object we see is the note that Nick wrote to Wolfsheim informing him of Gatsby’s funeral and inviting him out to Gatsby’s house with Nick. As you can see, the letter seems to be tossed under the bed,…

Anterograde “Memento” is a movie directed by Christopher Nolan (2000) which follows a man, Leonard, who apparently has anterograde amnesia. After receiving a severe blow to the head, Leonard ended up with a traumatic brain injury that apparently damaged his hippocampus. He is unable to form and retain new memories. Memories prior to the incident remain intact. In order to deal with his condition, Leonard tattoos important facts on his body that he doesn’t want to forget, takes pictures of new…

Rainsford took his attention off of the men and looked at the general’s nightstand. On the nightstand, rested a small automatic pistol. The same pistol that the general used to hunt him for what seemed like the longest three days of his life. However, it was the same pistol that Rainsford grabbed off the general’s belt to shoot Zaroff squarely…

Growing up, I lived in a house on the north side of Columbus, Ohio. With one floor, two bathrooms, and three bedrooms, the house was filled to the brim with my five person family. As a little girl, I didn’t mind the smallness of everything; to me, our home was just cozy. From kindergarten to eighth grade, I went to a school where everyone had the same kind of house as me. Everything I grew up with seemed like the norm because, up until that point, I hadn’t known any different. My family had two…