When Prophecy Fails

homework and not trying to get ahead on anything, but I just convinced myself against this theory because I just wanted to play my game. I played until about midnight and forced myself to bed. When I woke I was a mess,…

I heard my stomach growl. Grrrrrr… I really need to get something to eat. I started wandering towards a cafeteria. When I got there, there wasn’t anything edible.. At this point, my stomach started eating itself. After a few moments on the floor starving, I heard a rattle behind me. I looked up and I saw some nachos on the table under the light. “Huh, that’s not a trap…

It hurt trying to get up from my groggy sleep. When I felt a sharp pain at my throat I suddenly remembered why I was there. I panicked, trying to get at my throat to protect it as I opened my eyes. I wasn’t able to see well but I could see enough of the man standing over me with bloody hands and a knife. “The anesthesia is wearing off! Inject 12 more cc into her IV.” the man yelled. I fought against my restraints on my wrists. I made one last feeble animal noise before I was unconscious again.…

I lied face down on the bed, waiting for the next memory that awaits me. The Giver put his hands on my back. Before I could take breath, I was transported into another memory. I suddenly felt warmer. I was not wearing a shirt, and my pants only touched my knees. I was bare. I wasn’t naked, but it still felt like it was against the rules to be wearing these ridiculous shorts. I look down at my bare feet to see a warm, cool feeling of something on them. The brown, grainy ground stretched for…

So after 2 days, my humans were in the car driving to the airport. After about 3 hours of sitting at the airport, we were called to board the plane. My human and his humans got onto the plane. When we got into the plane, my human was using me for a while, and I was pretty tired so I was kind of relieved when my battery died and I got some rest. Once I was charged and turned on once more we were in a strange room with 2 beds and a door leading to a toilet and a shower. The room had plenty of…

I bent my leg and put my heel down. It never occurred to me that I could get hurt. My heel slipped and I feel what seemed 500 feet, but was only 5 inches. I screamed in pain, “Agh!” My body started to panic, as if it was going into lockdown. Everything was confusing, nothing made sense, things like soap and shampoo, turned into things that didn’t even exist. My hand went instantly to my head, and the sight I saw on my hand was the scariest thing I had ever seen, blood. Us as humans like to be…

wish me well. She had said to me. I was scheduled for surgery the next day. She was not my doctor, thus how extravagant it was of hers to come and wish me well? But she had come and she had wished me well. And once she had done so, she had left. When the examining room door had closed behind her, for reasons beyond me, I hopped off the table, went to the door, cracked it, and watched her grow small down the long, sterile hallway, until the corner took her. Soon after she had left, my…

people inside of me; the one that has control Toni Smith and the one that occasionally takes control, Elliot Collins. The stress I can get from picking up a case I almost died on could let her through. CSI and I went out to the scene of the murder when we heard a gunshot I got immediately got up and ran in the direction of the noise. I had run for what felt like miles not finding anything. I started to get upset; maybe it wasn’t a gunshot but a ploy to get me out of the building. As I kept…

desire to hurt someone, yet he rarely resorts to the actual act. When he does, however, he reacts full force, flat out, no holds barred. The author conveys his argument by using rhetorical strategies during the various stages of his life and its events. Andre Dubus speaks of his childhood years and how he was tempted by violence. He often employs flashbacks and allusions for his childhood years. A…

My eyes snapped open and my heart was beating like I had woken up from a nightmare. Immediately, I could tell something wasn't right, not at all. I rushed to the mirror on morning sea legs, clutching the mirror's edge so tightly, I was sure it would break. I stared blankly at my blurry reflection. My shirt, it... was green. I persisted to the window and yanked open the curtain. For as far as I could see (which wasn't very far), the view from my bedroom window was... green Suddenly, I was…