Nose piercing

“Class, what happens when a person is in a coma?” Silence surrounds the room. “Okay, well there are many theories for what happens when people are in comas. One of the most common is that the patient is just in a dream and keeps thinking about different things, good or bad. Another theory is that the patient can still hear everything but just can't move or see. There is even a theory that people have to fight their worst fears while inside their head. Doctors and researchers say, ha,” I shook my…

Breakfast, the most important meal of the day, especially the day of a robbery. I was going to need it because this is the only day in my life that I have ever felt alive. It started with steak and eggs, and I ate as our group of thieves planned the route that we were going to take to get in, even though I was to anxious to really pay attention. As I sipped my coffee, looking at that beige cup, the only thing I could think about was my share. My share, why do I get so little and they get so much…

He stared down at the small pool of blood at his feet. The thick, red liquid cooling on his fingertips. The iron smell burnt his nostrils as his tears stung his eyes. He wiped them away furiously, streaking blood across his face. His father looked down at him with a scoff. “Let’s go, boy.” The young man lifted up the carcass of a deer, it’s body stained crimson. It was heavy, but he knew he could walk a few miles with it. He stood up, the deer hanging lifelessly around his neck. His father gave…

But what are you going to do when you catch me? Silence above the sandstone. He sounded silly to himself. He lowered himself down the rock. What are you going to do?" Ralph paused to look at me. “All I wanted. was to just go home!” The twins looked at each other, then at a panicked Ralph, and they were robbed of any knowledge of what to do, say, or even think. “That’s all I wanted, that’s all I fought for, was for all of us to be okay, for all of us to be rescued, and all of us to be back…

beautiful. Simply beautiful, as if that one single word could even come close to describing what I felt when I looked at her. Her long dark hair hanging down her back in waves. Those porcelain plump cheeks when she looks at me and smiles. Even those piercing green eyes that never seemed to stop sparkling. To the depths of my soul, now I know. Now I know why I survived, why I picked myself up off the floor when I felt my world crumble. When I thought the war had won.…

Like a viper an arrow pierced out from the thorn ridden brush before piercing through the side of a wild pig, the tip driving it through the heart. Before the fat brown target could squeal in pain it collapsed, dead. The brown-haired owner of that arrow followed out from the bushes only a moment later, a short bow in his left hand and a quiver of arrows on his right hip. The young man held no excitement on his lightly tanned face, just a small glimmer of satisfaction in his own abilities hidden…

A single crack appeared through a rough stone wall in the back of the cavern. The crack slowly began to grow, and all of the soldiers were stunned and shocked by what they were witnessing. The inside of the crack began to glow dark, blood-red. An eerie smile crept onto the general's face, while he stared at the growing crack. The ground began to shake within the cave and a low rumbling emerged from deep within it. The general began to chuckle with delight. The soldiers became increasingly uneasy…

Developmental Case History Introduction There are various theories in the field of psychology that seek to describe and define the chronological stages of human development. Amongst these, one of the most popular theories is that of the psychologist Erik Erikson. Furthermore, there is an interesting theory that focuses on human behaviors, appropriately coined “behaviorism,” that was studied and clarified by John B. Watson. In order to conceptualize the case of the chosen subject for this paper,…

He turned a little sideways in his chair to drink his mug of coffee. At the table on his left the man with the strident voice was still talking remorselessly away. A young woman who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with everything that he said. From time to time Winston caught some such remark as 'I think you're so right, I do so agree with you', uttered in a youthful and rather silly feminine voice.…

The hermit set out of camp at midnight, carrying his backpack and his bag of break-in tools, and threaded through the forest, rock to root to rock, every step memorized. Not a boot print left behind. It was cold and nearly moonless, a fine night for a raid, so he hiked about an hour to the Pine Tree summer camp, a few dozen cabins spread along the shoreline of North Pond in central Maine. With an expert twist of a screwdriver, he popped open a door of the dining hall and slipped inside, scanning…