How We Die-Personal Narrative

I wait at the door. I put on my solemn, grim face, I cannot let these children see me as a soft women. I am anything but that, well I guess I am, but we all need to hide our inner emotions some how. My useless husband, Hans, mumbles, “I see the car”. We step outside, most people think Hans and I are crazy for opening our home to these two children, but every little bit of money that we can earn helps. Plus, they can help with the laundry, I think and smile.

It was the year 1922 and life hadn’t been this good in a while, times had taken a big change for the best. In Manhattan, New York, there were extravagant parties every weekend; the whole city shows up and doesn't leave until they see the sun. There was once this wealthy family living right in the middle of the roaring twenties. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister named Alice, and a younger sister named Anna. Alice loved to go to all of the huge parties, meet new people, and not come home until the morning. Every time Alice would get ready to go out for the night, Anna would watch her get ready as if she was picturing that was herself. Anna looked up at her sister and wanted to do everything she did. Alice had been talking about this party for a long time, and the night

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

Breathe The grass looked greener The sun looked brighter The ground felt lower The sky rose higher Still inside I was empty

“Get down,” I say, pushing my agent-in-training Xavier to the ground. “Turn on the voice detector and don’t say a word. I’m recording.”

The need to learn and understand why things happen drives me, this being what first drew me to consider medicine, particularly the heart. Its defects interest me greatly, as death from ischaemic heart disease has remained one of the world's biggest killers for the last 15 years. On a visit to Cambridge University, I explored this further at a chronic heart disease lecture. How the disease arises led me to read a section of 'How we Die' by Sherwin Nuland, which detailed the heart structure, and the events of a heart attack. An Oxford University UNIQ summer school gave me insight into university life, which included practical work from undergraduate years. I was given the 'Oxford Book of Modern Science Writing' with extracts from experts in their fields to read. The combination of academic challenge and the prospect of independent living confirmed my desire to study medicine.

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

It all started on the morning of July 26, when I told my dear daughter Penny Woods to go out and buy the groceries for dinner. She had been so excited to drive by herself since she had just received her driver 's licence. It was hard for me to let her go to the store without me, but I knew I had to. The weather was nice, it was sunny and the clouds dotted the sky. It made me feel better letting Penny go off all alone. I wish I had known that it was the last goodbye I would ever say to her.

Why am I torturing myself? Enclosed in a 3 sided cage with only the illusion of freedom out the steel framed front door. The mirrors on the walls staring at my jiggling fat from all angles. The dingy ceiling tiles are stained from countless roof leaks and the floor littered with pebbles and rubber from a busted medicine ball. The sting of body odor and bleach fills my nostrils. Head splitting music ravishes my ears through the chaos of weights clashing and ropes smacking the floor. My classmates glare at me with their squinty hypocritical eyes.

The lunch bell rings and I am on my phone checking the latest updates to the game. Instead of meeting with a teacher or getting started on homework during the free period, I spend it researching the tweaks in a few lines of code that will change my life for the next two weeks. The lines of code are insignificant, like the game itself, but I am absorbed in the game and the game owns me. In lieu of participating in activities after school, I rush home to continue progress in a virtual world. A world that can be turned of with the flick of a switch. Life becomes secondary to the game. My eyes burn into the night as I force myself to hurriedly finish the Tale of Two Cities reading before bed, at one o’clock in the morning.

With no option but to pass right by past Karl Williams, Richard breathed deeply to settle his nerves, and locked eyes on Lexi in the passenger seat. Gritting his teeth in anger when it became evident she'd noticed their hunter, he watched her recline in the seat, features obscured as best she could, and attempted to not allow Lexi's panic further feed his own. "I don't know. Must have traced the vehicle, or maybe it's just pure luck. Checking all hotels."

Finally finished vid. So I'm not personally offended by these comparisons, and I've used them in the past in a public way. I was influenced by learning things like: "Henry Ford, who was so impressed by the efficient way meat packers killed animals in Chicago, made his own special contribution to the slaughter of people in Europe. Not only did he develop the assembly-line method the Germans used to kill Jews, but he launched a vicious anti-Semitic campaign that helped the Holocaust happen." Charles Patterson, Ph.D. (Admittedly, I never researched it in depth.)

All the planes are canceled so I basally have to spend the night at the airport all night or until my plane gets back on. I look all around. I look over at the kids play places kids jumping and screaming no parents in site… weird. Then I hear someone behind me say “LOOK OUT!!” I as I feel a sharp object hit the side of my face. It was a snow globe. Luckily it didn’t shadier. I look behind me and there’s no one… “Plane 789 is now able to fly”

Leaving his side, I went to open the door. “Hi!” She kissed me on both cheeks and hand me a basket full of wines, crackers and cheeses she was holding. “Welcome home.” She said, in way of greeting. “Darling, I had not seen you forever. I found you a hunk of a man. He is a gorgeous stockbroker with a great personality. He is…” Liz stopped mid sentence when she notice Brian behind me, looking furious. She gazed my way stunned.

Long ragged breaths erupted from Arriety as she gripped on the brake levers that were attached to her handles. Hitting the curb, she quickly hopped off her bicycle, leaving it to fall to the cement ground, only to break out in a run. Arriety had peddled as fast as she possibly could so she could see him one last time. She had received many funny looks as she showed up to an airport on a bicycle and had thrown it to the ground, running off into the air port frantically trying to search for the electronic sign that lead her to his terminal. Arriety was sure she looked like an absolute mess. Her glasses were tucked into her messy hair, her bun had fallen during her frantic ride, she was actual quite surprised her glasses didn't fly off. The fishnets that adorned her legs now had actual holes in both thighs due to her thighs rubbing against the faux leather seat on her bicycle. Arriety's yellow converse were now also stained with dirt and other scuff marks due to starting and pushing off at cross walks and stop signs. Her rugged appearance had no place in her mind, all she could think of was getting to him before the passengers were told to board their flight. As she ran down the seemingly never ending hallway, Arriety remembered how she had first met him.