Table service

Imagine this: `You walk into your house and all the walls and ceilings are covered in gold, you have a massive flat screen TV on the wall, everything is completely clean, the kitchen counters are all granite, everything is just really nice. But none of it is real, when you take off your glasses, everything goes back to normal.` Sooner than expected, this could be reality where we decorate our homes with not real things, but virtual things using Virtual and Augmented Reality. That’s what I’m…

Ext. Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women –Evening In the town of Roseville, Virginia, a beautiful mansion surrounded by ivy-covered walls with iron gates and manicured grounds appears. Int. Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women - Evening Cammie and Liz descend down the spiral staircase towards the Grand Hall. Everyone is laughing and enjoying themselves. Liz and Cammie keep looking towards the door in the atrium. • LIZ (whispering in a Southern accent): Maybe there was trouble…

with one word in the title. “sacrifice”, I read, as my eyes were drawn to the table with the statue. The statue on the table wasn’t a statue. It was an immortal, a child of the Court. He had sacrificed her. I knew then. We were to be sacrificed. I had heard the stories, the ones the adults spoke in soft whispers when they thought I wasn’t listening. Our fate would have been just like the girl, to die on that stone table. The waitress comes and takes our orders with a half-asleep look on her…

be at least forty-five minutes until we would get our table and order our food. The hunger in me was eating me alive! I was starving. I at least ate two little baskets of chips and salsa. The little gadget Coach Martin had started flashing violently and making a weird noise, and that right there was our cue that our table was finally ready. The waiter picked us up at the entrance and walked us to our table. While we were walking to our table I couldn’t help to notice that, that restaurant was…

written book. I feel that it was very similar to the book, because even though they didn’t include every scene, we still experienced the most important. The first scene was very similar to the actual tavern scene, because even though there was only one table, you still felt as if you were in a real tavern, and the actresses really got into character, and there…

Chapter Five What is it that people mention from time to time about fear? That fear is the lengthened shadow of ignorance? Well, it seems that the statement fits perfectly like a glove when it comes to Anna. The fact that she didn't want to understand her wrongdoings, and more that it would eventually catch up with her. A ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Why hasn't she finally give up on holding onto to silly ideals? Why won't she try to learn that the world has more opportunities is she's…

Ugh, the stench. The smell overwhelmed my nostrils, and a sour taste collected in the back of my throat. It looked even worse. The room seemed more like a Banksy museum—if Banksy museums were filled with half empty cup noodles, emptied out yogurt cups, and half eaten donuts. It’s hard to imagine that a human did this. As I pushed the window wide open, I thought to myself “I don’t get paid enough for this.” Said every housekeeper ever. Collect the trash. Turn off the air conditioner. I looked…

They spend the walk there with Bryan shuffling along awkwardly and Denise failing to get a positive response to her flirting. By the time they get to Molly’s Shack Bryan is tense and Denise is starting to rethink her master plan yet they still slide into opposite ends of a booth and pick up their menus. For the first time that night Bryan starts the conversation, “what are you hungry for?” Denise sighs in relief at the respite from awkward silence. “I’m just getting the usual. What about you?”…

on his way home from his run around the park. To his surprise I was waiting on him when he walked in with a gun, and said if you scream you die. So he walked in and said where my wife is and when we walked in the kitchen he saw her tied up to the table. Then he rushed me and I shot him in the leg and his wife started crying and then I tied him up by her. John said “what do you want from us Bailey”. And I said “I want my son back “. It’s your fault that he is dead you just had to drink and…

Tired, overworked, and ready to go home, she was faced with a split second decision many would have considered criminal. She saw a bill fall to the floor. As she took a quick glance around the restaurant, and straightened her wrinkled apron, she grabbed the $20 bill off of the cracked tile floor, and shoved it in her pocket. After clocking out and starting the engine in her run down honda accord, she started to bite her nails, which were already too short from worry. Knowing the newfound money…