Amanda 1926: A Short Story

Lexie nodded before she turned her head with sound of an opening door. “Mom. They need you. She’s seizing.” Brooklyn stated quickly causing the three doctors in the room to dash into the room. They quickly got the seizure under control and Sarah groggily came to soon

“Just calm down, it well be find.” She passed him a cup of tea, “They always have that kind of ‘conversation’ between the patient’s family members and the doctors...”

Mother and daughter had to face extreme weather: snow in the mountains, heat, flash floods, and washed out bridges. An encounter with a persistent tramp led Clara to shoot him in the leg. On the way Clara sprained her ankle in Pennsylvania and Helga wrote to their sponsor requesting a few days' extension of time so that Clara could heal. There were times when Helga had to think if it was a right think to take such a risk

The past few weeks had been hot, dry, and rainless. A drought. Rain had not fallen for three months. Though, despite the drought, the O’Leary family had been having an exceptional October. The O’Leary family consisted of Mrs. O’Leary, her husband and 5 children. Mr. O’Leary worked as a laborer, as Mrs. O’Leary kept with the cows and the children. The

Tiffany pulled into Jennifer’s driveway. The first snow of the year had fallen the day before. The sun shone brightly off the snow and ice. Jennifer put on a pair of sunglasses and climbed into Tiffany’s SUV.

The temperature was falling fast. It’s windy. There was snow in the rain that was splatting against the windows of the houses. The roads were as empty as those on Sunday mornings. Jacquen was going home in a car along with his parents. his father was driving the car very recklessly for the weather was getting worse and he had to catch a flight to Los Angeles the next morning. suddenly his father saw a wagon approaching them like a monstrous beast . His father slammed on the brake to avoid crashing into the wagon but the road was slippery. a sudden panic rushed into the car. they were blinded by the headlight from the wagon and the car continued to slip and finally barged into the

He stripped off his shirt and vest and poured water from his canteen over the gash on his side. The bullet drew a lot of blood, but it didn’t look bad. He would’ve asked Miss Collins to stitch him up, except he figured he’d riled her enough. She might enjoy seeing him in pain.

"Well, let's go put her back on prednisone and give her methotrexate to manage the symptoms." Wilson said, getting up. We all got up to go to Emily's room.

It was an icy winter this year in the Bronx, and we all knew the weather wouldn’t let up for at least another few months. My hands and nose were already red, bitter from the cold as I wandered through the frosty morning air. White snow had fallen that previous night and was now turning to thick ice making it quite a struggle for me to maneuver my way through the loopy unheated streets and sidewalk of the dirty town without falling. My copper face was freezing but I barely noticed, my mind was busy bustling about. It bounced thoughts around each revolving around the same thing, Saki. A young eccentric girl, who I had encountered at a fest, held on Governors Island. As I trampled in the snow, through quiet icy towns, I couldn’t help myself from

The air was chilled as Walter walked down the snowy, sleet-covered streets. It was mid-winter, right after a snowstorm had blown through. His wife was in a dentist’s appointment, leaving him to his own devices for the next hour. He’d been unsure of what to do, so he was just talking an aimless walk down the peaceful street. He passed a shop with low music coming through the open door as a customer left.

Her legs gave way into the hands of a monster. Roberts’s apologies were tossed to the side, only the tears and fist of sorrow were received. The midnight silence died and the screams rose. Elisabeth stormed out of the house onto to the streets wondering how to make right of her mistakes. Her legs gave way after running street after street, shadows danced to the wind. Her run came to a paced walk. The winter fog was dense and cold to the touch. Buildings caved across the street leaning over the vast street. Around the corner shadows moved blocking the light that was warm to the touch, she moved closer holding the memories that she cherished. Large men turned to face her presence, bottles of booze slipped from his hand; smoke mixed with the fog, bodies of children sagged behind him. A sense of danger filled her; she turned and ran for the second time this night. Heavy footsteps boomed to her, deep voices forced the fear in her to

Lauren pressed her foot harder on the gas pedal. The tires whined and spun, but the SUV sank further into the snow packed ditch. Perspiration slid down her back. She could die out here, buried in a mountain of snow. Her family may never find her. It wasn’t fair.

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

“I’m feeling better already,” she said, as Arthur took a seat beside her and handed over her first dose of medication, along with a paper cup filled with water. “I didn’t realize how horrible I felt until I was sitting in Dr. Monmouth’s office. Thank you so much for bringing me and blowing up your whole day.”

The Jeep screeched to a stop at the edge of the clearing. Genevieve pointed toward the sobbing girl and shouted to the driver and his passenger, “Take Widelene to my clinic and bring back more help. They need to go to the hospital. Hurry!”