Scream

Sexual Assault is one of the most feared topics on campus because of different experiences that people face in their life and it can affect all age groups, races and cultures. College campuses have a high rated number of sexual assault and rape because of the major reasons like parties, alcohol, fraternities and sororities. These crimes are under report it which makes it hard to determine them. Whether it is rape, abused or sexual assault women are less likely to report it because of their…

means everytime I hit one I was of to the emergency room. I didn't care because I was dizzy and all and layed down on my moms bed which was white (yes this is an important detail of the story). So when my Grandma walks in she screams then my babysitter walks in and screams to. I yell at them telling them to shut up because I had a headache. I got of the bed turned around and to my surprise the pillow that I was laying on was covered in blood. I touched the back of my head and I'm pretty sure I…

got older, those tendencies of hers got more noticed. She would always be found having hour long conversations with herself, the walls in her bedroom were all scratched up as if a knife was dragged through them, she would continuously scream all night…

what it is called. Money. BOOM! I woke up to the ear-splitting sound of a BOMB. Then I lay with stella for a few minutes and a bullet sounding like a scream comes in then and right back out of the wall in the same second. 15 seconds or so passes and then blood screaming cries and I am sure the hole apartment building could hear the spine-chilling screams. “RUN”! Still lying I grabbing Stella and do what that voice told me to do so I ran and ran and ran until I was about five blocks away then…

illuminating the drab gray with its warm aura. A euphoric feeling fills my chest causing me to almost cry in ecstasy. But the happiness I felt was not meant to last, and I gasp as black icy tendrils grab me and pull me down away from the light. "No!! " I scream squirming and trying to pull away trying to pull towards the light. I hear a hissing voice that echo throughout the air. That resonates with the very core of my being. "The world is not finished with you yet"…

Flames engulfed my blurred vision as my sobbing, curled up figure choked and convulsed. Oxygen depleted from my lungs as the smoke quickly drew in to replace it. The blazing inferno roared in my ears -- over my piercing screams -- demanding that it be heard. I could feel the intensifying heat, but I was numb to the imminent burns; I was numb to everything. The sky began to blacken, as did my perception. I embraced the gradual darkness with open arms; it replaced the anguish with soothing…

Fortunato thought the cough wouldn’t be the death of him, little did he know death awaited anyway. The author, Edgar Allan Poe, wrote a story of vengeance and death. The narrator, Montresor, was talking about his vengeance on Fortunato and how he set him up to die and how he carried out the dastardly deed. The other character, Fortunato, wronged Montresor in the past and would pay with his life, walled in the catacombs for eternity. The mood was suspenseful throughout the story. In The Cask of…

instruction. If Lina doesn’t want her homework checked or wants to change the rules she will immediately resist and react aggressively. If Lina does not like a task or has difficulty at first with a new concept, she will become frustrated and throw things, scream, run off, slam doors, and lash out. During these episodes Lina is sternly removed from the classroom and verbally reprimanded by the special education teacher. She is then taken to the principal’s office and then to the psychiatrist.…

weakening the already fragile bond between him and I. Without uttering another word, he abandoned the house, jumped into his car, and accelerated down the street toward the railroad tracks where Crystal was battling her bi polar self. I watched them scream at each other from their house. My dad eventually convinced her to get into her…

My wife and I are writers who decided that living in the big city just was cramping our ability to write. My wife states, “ugh, I am brain dead. I cannot think of anything to write.” I commented back with, “I understand, just hold on, maybe something with change.” We noticed an advertisement online for an old log cabin that was for rent. The cabin could be found deep inside a fifty acre wooded lot. It was owned by a husband and wife who claimed they were both artists. The artist couple…