Father lay still on his back in the large surgical theatre. He was fast asleep when we came in, and had remained in that position for a long time. For a time, I thought he was dead. Then he began a slow, arhythmical breathing which was excruciatingly painful to listen to. I couldn’t bear to see him in that condition. I looked briefly into mother’s face. Her forehead was lined deeply and her brows were knitted with anxiety, but she passed her hand across to me and I took it. The hand was firm, assuring me of her love, care and assistance. The doctor walked into the room. He was a dark , shallow fellow with dark eyes. It seemed like he loved his profession more than all else, and despite having scary eyes, he tried his best to keep a calm, contained and caring expression to all patients that came across him. He wore comically big trousers, but his white shirt and laboratory coat were as white as snow, neat and we’ll ironed. I loved doctors."Sasha, Daria, it's good to see both of you,"
President Vilvardö shifted uneasily on the mattress, beads of sweat forming on his face. They totally soaked the sheets. So uncomfortable was he. The sounds in his head and the hot breath on his neck, wouldn’t stop. His foe wouldn’t stop hurting him. Occasionally, the hand would be placed gently on his shoulder, and he would try to beat it off, but would succeed in beating himself hard. He kept on hearing the same threats, again and again. However, being of a stubborn type and a man of scientific nature, he tried to convince everyone that it was just an illusion, some terrible nightmare, some strange vision. But was it?Deep within him, however, his opinion was far from the common conceptions he had tried to create. He felt imminent danger approaching, some terrible disaster, a great catastrophe. The warnings, however never pointed to the source of the problems, confusing him all the more. He knew, nevertheless, that as long as the warning came to him alone, it was within himself that
My aunt May had a really cozy apartment in Las Vegas. Ever since she was a child, mother told me, she had always wanted to race horses. She would race around the park like a cowboy, and wield a sword like a knight. Her dream had reached it’s height when she married Grey Maddox, a poor carpenter of horse furniture and a lover of horses. No one in her family knew why May preferred poor Maddox to the rich landowner, Mr. Gregson Grace. This man Gregson was a man of many words but few actions. He promised the lady that he would use his influence to get her into the Olympics as a horse racer, but it was so stupid to trust the words of a man who hardly cared about anything but himself. Hardly could Gregson believe that May could dump him.Enraged at being fooled by May and abandoned for a peasant despite his offers, and fearing that his reputation in the society would go down when all learnt about how May had dumped him, Gregson quickly and quietly unbarred his fangs like the one of an enrag
Captain Russell Rustenburg was a great sailor. With fifteen voyages to remember he had gained a lot of experience in dealing with encounters at sea which includes pirates invasion, shipwreck, cold, hunger, thirst, and isolated Islands. At the age of forty five, he had learnt more than ever that the life one enjoys is more prized than anything he or she possesses. This fact had been the undoing for some who had clutched too long to their cargo and would not let go.Of all of a sailor’s fears, shipwreck and pirate invasion were the worst. Both had the capacity to steal away lives and property, the former being more dangerous than the second, for in that case, the entire boat was lost. The latter was more painful as it is something that could be easily avoided. It causes great pain when you see your fellow man take away what you have just because he has a gun in hand and you don’t.*******It was the first morning of the third week, more than halfway through the voyage, when the captain i
Aunt May was a naturally reticent person. Among everything she hated, she loathes bothering others. No one would believe that after suffering such a loss as that of her husband, she would not turn to friends and family for assistance, but instead, would depend solely on whatever she could make up for her survival.Being crippled and all, and having an entire farmland that she had to take care of, as well as her other necessities, it became impossible to make ends meet. Still at the face of such a difficulty, May would not ask for help or assistance from her relatives. This, she reasoned, would tie her down to doing nothing but resting in a relative’s home, without having something to do for herself or for them.For this and this reason alone, wooden legged May started off planting crops. The benevolent God made sure her efforts did not go in vain, for as the year went down and the harvest began, she had enough in the barn to keep her going. Late Maddox had left three horses and a sum
Her entire life, Lady Eva had never experienced such a sudden attack before. It was all in a second, without a warning. And it left no clue behind it as to what would happen to her later. Leaving her husband in the heat of anger, she raced to her favorite spot in the balcony, above her garden and took in the scenery. The bright moon, the lighted up surrounding, and the twinkle of distance stars, all doing much to calm her agitated nerves. She only wished to smell the garden below, and for that reason, she rang the bell for Oliver. While waiting for the servant to make an appearance as she had ordered, she glanced down upon her protruding belly, which she rubbed softly. Within that protected covering, they lay the most beautiful little baby. For a long time, she had always wanted to, as she had done for her two older daughters, to bless this offspring, but she had not found the right time to do it. Standing now under the moonlight, she wanted the heavenly body to be the solid witness t
It was a cold night, one intensified by the cold floor. On having revived consciousness in the middle of a pitch dark room, Lady Eva painfully dragged her limp body about for a little distance in the empty cell to a side of the four walls of her prison. Reaching the desired corner, she sat up, feeling great pain in her abdominal muscles. Her back also hurt very hard, as though she had hit something very hard. She tried her best to recollect what had happened during the last few days, but not a clue could she get after she met the man in the balcony.Calling out for a few moments to her husband and Oliver, she was finally convinced that she was not at home, but wherever her kidnapper had kept her. She felt extremely weak, cold, and exhausted. Feeling her arms and back she found several bruises, which hurt all the more as she touched them. Feeling the floor beyond her she was utterly shocked, that she had been lying on a thick liquid. A liquid so thick that she as soon recognized as a po
“Any information on my missing wife, Scott?” Vilvardö asked Douglas. The had had just been summoned by his questioner.“None, sadly Your Excellency. But we are working on it.”“Don’t tell me that again. I need my wife back.”The defense officer bowed his head in confusion and hopelessness.“We’ve tried every means possible. There has been no clue.”“Keep on the look out, Douglas. Or less more of us will lose our women soon enough. I had nothing personal to do with whatever gang did this, and as long as they have not yet been discovered, there remains a dark shadow heading our way. Go!”Douglas turned upon his heel.“I know of someone who may know.”“And who is that?”“General Scott.”The president took in a deep breath, for he wanted to have anything to do with anyone like the well known crime lord, but as his wife’s life was at stake, he nodded, and the officer turned upon his heel and left his presence. Outside the White House, Douglas pulled his phone and dialed the military Genera
May arrived at the CGI headquarters thirty minutes to dusk. The sight that greeted her was a plain surprise. Stupefied she was on the look the entire surrounding area gave her. Joseph, who had drove the car was like a man dead twice on seeing the fallen rubble. On careful examination of the building, fire service operators had been able to pull out several bodies, and over the those, May bent her steps. There were several individuals rummaging among the debris for their dead or missing relatives, and upon a post there were the name of the casualties of the incident. With a thumping heart, May searched the names. It didn’t take her long to find the name, “Daria Joseph” upon the tablet. She sighed heavily, and turned away. Lettie was there in an instant, and the look on her face when she saw the name was more like the dead than the living. She stood for a while, and then slumped under her own weight. Joseph stooped down to help his wife up. On seeing that she had passed out, he he’d qu
May had hardly finished her statement, when there was a bang at the door. We all rose to our feet in fear and astonishment and excitement filled the air. I could suddenly hear my heartbeat beating hard against my ear drums.“Open up!” was the command.“I’ll take it!” said May, her eyes suddenly turning purple. Her witch personality had instantly coming to light.“Right behind you.” I said, feeling my fur spreading out from my palms.May casted a spell. Instantly I was sent flying over the center table and against the wall in the corner. Turning to me, somewhat, apologetically she said“Do not interfere. It might make the case more complicated than it already is…”She was interrupted by a bullet passing through the door, hitting her left side, which must have penetrated the left side. I gasped in horror, trying my best to break free what held me to the wall, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even see what it was that made me thus powerless.She had fallen without a struggle, and mother was on
“Any information on my missing wife, Scott?” Vilvardö asked Douglas. The had had just been summoned by his questioner.“None, sadly Your Excellency. But we are working on it.”“Don’t tell me that again. I need my wife back.”The defense officer bowed his head in confusion and hopelessness.“We’ve tried every means possible. There has been no clue.”“Keep on the look out, Douglas. Or less more of us will lose our women soon enough. I had nothing personal to do with whatever gang did this, and as long as they have not yet been discovered, there remains a dark shadow heading our way. Go!”Douglas turned upon his heel.“I know of someone who may know.”“And who is that?”“General Scott.”The president took in a deep breath, for he wanted to have anything to do with anyone like the well known crime lord, but as his wife’s life was at stake, he nodded, and the officer turned upon his heel and left his presence. Outside the White House, Douglas pulled his phone and dialed the military Genera
It was a cold night, one intensified by the cold floor. On having revived consciousness in the middle of a pitch dark room, Lady Eva painfully dragged her limp body about for a little distance in the empty cell to a side of the four walls of her prison. Reaching the desired corner, she sat up, feeling great pain in her abdominal muscles. Her back also hurt very hard, as though she had hit something very hard. She tried her best to recollect what had happened during the last few days, but not a clue could she get after she met the man in the balcony.Calling out for a few moments to her husband and Oliver, she was finally convinced that she was not at home, but wherever her kidnapper had kept her. She felt extremely weak, cold, and exhausted. Feeling her arms and back she found several bruises, which hurt all the more as she touched them. Feeling the floor beyond her she was utterly shocked, that she had been lying on a thick liquid. A liquid so thick that she as soon recognized as a po
Her entire life, Lady Eva had never experienced such a sudden attack before. It was all in a second, without a warning. And it left no clue behind it as to what would happen to her later. Leaving her husband in the heat of anger, she raced to her favorite spot in the balcony, above her garden and took in the scenery. The bright moon, the lighted up surrounding, and the twinkle of distance stars, all doing much to calm her agitated nerves. She only wished to smell the garden below, and for that reason, she rang the bell for Oliver. While waiting for the servant to make an appearance as she had ordered, she glanced down upon her protruding belly, which she rubbed softly. Within that protected covering, they lay the most beautiful little baby. For a long time, she had always wanted to, as she had done for her two older daughters, to bless this offspring, but she had not found the right time to do it. Standing now under the moonlight, she wanted the heavenly body to be the solid witness t
Aunt May was a naturally reticent person. Among everything she hated, she loathes bothering others. No one would believe that after suffering such a loss as that of her husband, she would not turn to friends and family for assistance, but instead, would depend solely on whatever she could make up for her survival.Being crippled and all, and having an entire farmland that she had to take care of, as well as her other necessities, it became impossible to make ends meet. Still at the face of such a difficulty, May would not ask for help or assistance from her relatives. This, she reasoned, would tie her down to doing nothing but resting in a relative’s home, without having something to do for herself or for them.For this and this reason alone, wooden legged May started off planting crops. The benevolent God made sure her efforts did not go in vain, for as the year went down and the harvest began, she had enough in the barn to keep her going. Late Maddox had left three horses and a sum
Captain Russell Rustenburg was a great sailor. With fifteen voyages to remember he had gained a lot of experience in dealing with encounters at sea which includes pirates invasion, shipwreck, cold, hunger, thirst, and isolated Islands. At the age of forty five, he had learnt more than ever that the life one enjoys is more prized than anything he or she possesses. This fact had been the undoing for some who had clutched too long to their cargo and would not let go.Of all of a sailor’s fears, shipwreck and pirate invasion were the worst. Both had the capacity to steal away lives and property, the former being more dangerous than the second, for in that case, the entire boat was lost. The latter was more painful as it is something that could be easily avoided. It causes great pain when you see your fellow man take away what you have just because he has a gun in hand and you don’t.*******It was the first morning of the third week, more than halfway through the voyage, when the captain i
My aunt May had a really cozy apartment in Las Vegas. Ever since she was a child, mother told me, she had always wanted to race horses. She would race around the park like a cowboy, and wield a sword like a knight. Her dream had reached it’s height when she married Grey Maddox, a poor carpenter of horse furniture and a lover of horses. No one in her family knew why May preferred poor Maddox to the rich landowner, Mr. Gregson Grace. This man Gregson was a man of many words but few actions. He promised the lady that he would use his influence to get her into the Olympics as a horse racer, but it was so stupid to trust the words of a man who hardly cared about anything but himself. Hardly could Gregson believe that May could dump him.Enraged at being fooled by May and abandoned for a peasant despite his offers, and fearing that his reputation in the society would go down when all learnt about how May had dumped him, Gregson quickly and quietly unbarred his fangs like the one of an enrag
President Vilvardö shifted uneasily on the mattress, beads of sweat forming on his face. They totally soaked the sheets. So uncomfortable was he. The sounds in his head and the hot breath on his neck, wouldn’t stop. His foe wouldn’t stop hurting him. Occasionally, the hand would be placed gently on his shoulder, and he would try to beat it off, but would succeed in beating himself hard. He kept on hearing the same threats, again and again. However, being of a stubborn type and a man of scientific nature, he tried to convince everyone that it was just an illusion, some terrible nightmare, some strange vision. But was it?Deep within him, however, his opinion was far from the common conceptions he had tried to create. He felt imminent danger approaching, some terrible disaster, a great catastrophe. The warnings, however never pointed to the source of the problems, confusing him all the more. He knew, nevertheless, that as long as the warning came to him alone, it was within himself that