crushing pressure and dark‚ dank air felt like my only company. I was dying‚ or so every part of my being was telling me. The immense‚ clutching pains radiating from my chest to my jaw could be only one thing… a heart attack. I lay there silently‚ overwhelmed with crippling fear and panic; frozen‚ immobile‚ waiting for what my mind had deemed inevitable. Wait…the pain was beginning to ease. The powerful clutch of dread freezing me was beginning to weaken. My mind flooded with hope. I’m going to be okay
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My memory may have failed me that day‚ but I knew I was going to get into the house one way or another. I had seen dozens of movies where people got into their house without a trace so my twelve year old brain thought I could pull off the same stunts as a million dollar movie. In my mind I had planned out the best idea for a break in and ended up with a sliced up a finger dipped in hydrogen peroxide‚ having to wrap plastic all over the windows so snow wouldn’t get in and overall forgetting my phone
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won’t come‚ my heart pounding. I don’t know what time it is and for a minute I don’t know where I am‚ I’m still trapped in whatever hellscape I was in. It takes me another minute to realise that I am home in my bed‚ and another minute to calm my racing heart and even out my breathing. In and out‚ in and out‚ over and over again until I’ve calmed down. At this point I’m too exhausted to go to find my parents so I settle for trying to sleep‚ even though exhaustion claws at the back of my throat I can’t
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My Best Friend The year was a strange one‚ one that was beyond anything I had ever experienced before in my short 12 years on planet Earth. The Y2K scare had everyone running for water‚ food and power supplies in the beginning. I was leaving elementary school and life couldn’t be happier. Between the “summer Olympics”‚ my friends and I developed‚ the beautiful scents of the local woods‚ the ma and pa ice cream shop we went to in downtown Crete‚ Illinois‚ or the new addition of all of us reading
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The hands that I look down upon can’t be mine‚ why because they’re covered in blood. But they must be‚ I also taste the blood on my lips every time I breathe. I can’t feel my face‚ all I feel is the adrenaline rushing through me. The blood‚ the adrenaline‚ and the metallic taste‚ all mixed together is too much. I start running to my mom. I can’t yell because if I do the blood will get in and the taste will remind me of how hurt I am. How could such a childhood experience end in blood and a broken
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My Sister‚ My Friend‚ and My Mentor Every January brings a horrendous memory for my family and myself. January being the month‚ in which my sister passed away‚ unexpectedly taken from our lives leaving behind the heart broken‚ chaotic‚ and depressed husband‚ parents‚ and family members. No to mention‚ the care‚ love‚ and tenderness that this new born child would be in desperate need of‚ where would one begin to manage such a tragedy‚ to pick up the pieces left and go on to love and care again
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Book is the Best Friend I’ve always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library‚ says Jorge Luis Borges. “A true friend is your 2nd self”. This is my personal experience that‚ like human friends‚ books are our best companions. When I read a book‚ I feel like talking to my best friend. Every book I read moulds my strengths and shapes my personality. Book gives us education‚ knowledge and pleasure. Importance of reading books beggars description. Book is our great advisor because when we face
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A best friend is the first person who comes in when‚ out of the door‚ the whole world has gone. A best friend is one who loves the truth and you‚ and will tell the truth in spite of you. There are lots of people who you make friendship with‚ but it is very hard to find a true and honest friend. But I am very lucky that I have a best friend with whom I can share my feelings with. His name is Max. He is very friendly‚ and I am very happy to have him as my best friend. He is very well respectful‚ hardworking
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Almost immediately after his release ‚ he hanged himself from the heating pipes in his room . Before committing suicide‚ Sergei Yesenin wrote a poem in his own blood. Goodbye‚ my friend‚ goodbye My love‚ you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye‚ my friend‚ without pens or words.: no handshake to endure. Let’s have no sadness — furrowed brow. There’s nothing new in dying now Though living is no newer. Death is inevitable.Death
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1. A friend in need is a friend indeed. This famous saying holds true. A true friend never sees only your good days and good deeds but he stands by you even on the darkest day of your life. Ramu Rao studies in my class. We have been friends since class two. On many occasions when I would forget my lunch box at home‚ he has shared his tiffin with me. Once when I nearly fought with the class bully he saved me. He thought that no good would come from bad actions and to get good things in life one
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