Trail of Tears

Interstitial Keratitis, or its abbreviation “IK” for many ophthalmologists, is an inflammation of the cornea. “Keratitis” is the term for inflammation of the cornea, while “interstitial” refers to the area between cells. In this case, it refers to the stroma—the area between the epithelium and endothelium of the cornea. Other names include “nonulcerative keratitis”, which describes the inflammation as not breaking through the epithelial layer of the cornea via sores, “syphilitic keratitis,”…

Ten: Bedlam in Berlin The silence in the basement was disrupted by air raid sirens which roared out in the distance. Anna gritted her teeth and rehearsed acting brave and Willy sat still, not wanting to move. They could hear the deafening bombs being dropped from planes overhead and carpeting the city. The air in the basement became thick, and they, both began to cough and gasp for air. Miss Margot and Miss Muller rushed into the tiny room and frantically handed them their shoes and shouted, "We…

"M-milor-" "FUCKING KILL THE DEMON! DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?" Sebastion yelled at the maid. With tears in her eyes, the young girl quickly nodded and ran away. After half an hour, the hunting hounds were chewing on something small, pink and fleshy. Ripping it to shreds in a matter of seconds. It was not even identifiable after the first few times it…

typed. Her heart began to break the second she hit send. She waited anxiously for his reply. "It's alright. It was good while it lasted. You've been so good to me and I can never thank you enough," he replied. As she read, her face became wet with tears. She turned on the some that reminded him of the girl who never loved him back. The lyrics had taken on a new, personal meaning for her. It spoke the truth about how she felt about him, as she felt truly nobody knew him like she did. This…

feelings pent up full of emotion, tears begin to well, and my throat developed a lump too big to swallow. Why he did this to her? My older sister and I tried…

The life we live is like an open sea. At times, it hurls violent waves on us, completely throwing us off our tracks. Usually, the only way to recover from the blows that constantly blind us as we journey along is to fight with our strongest will possible. I have lived the kind of life I consider extraordinary. My father use to assault my mother and when I was a young girl. On almost a daily basis, he would send me to my room, lock me in there and abuse my mother. She was never the type to fight…

Lying on my bedroom floor, I cried. It wasn’t one of those angry cries or stress cries, it was a cry that highlighted the hurt and pain that consumed me. I couldn’t comprehend what I did to deserve any of it, so I just cried. No one could hear me. Earlier that day in 2012, I woke up to my regular, everyday routine. From the kitchen, my mom yelled, “Wake up! It’s time to get ready for school!” Grumbling, I got out of my bed and started getting ready. It was a lovely spring morning, and I was…

I have dealt with My ‘glum Mum.’ Why is My Mum glum?* My Mum has clear droplets of water shaped like tearssliding down both cheeks from the inside corners of both eyes. Something here is not quite right and I screw my face up in concentration. Tears mean someone is sad, sad is worse than glum. People do not usually cry when they are glum, apart from my uncle Roger who ‘suffered from depression’ and cried sixteen times in all of the times…

Infants have to go through many painful procedures such as immunization, blood collecting, circumcision and etc. Back in the day, people believed that infants can’t feel pain like adults but many recent studies found that infants can actually feel pain like adults. An fMRI study found that the infants and the adults’ brain light up very similarly when they were being poked in the foot with Pinprick Stimulators. The research also found that infants have lower threshold than adults (Harley,…

Dozens of players, all filled with the same sinking feeling. I looked around, and through tears of my own, saw my brothers, my family, my friends, all sobbing like children. Some just collapsed on the ground. Other cursed, some much louder than others. Parents in the stands cried, coaches cried, even the trainers cried. Our quarterback does an interview, answering questions while choking back his tears. Some kids went straight back to the locker room. I stayed on the field for another 15 minutes…