Chapter One
-some sexual content, explicitly and whatnot-
-no proofreading as usual-
-italics aren't working so anything that uses personal pronouns are thoughts-
Question two.... where did the Black Death come from and from what?
The Black Death came from... Uh.... The Spanish that dropped by? No, no...
The girl lay her head on the desk and drummed her fingers on her head, in hopes that maybe this way her memory could come back to her and so she could finish this history assignment due tomorrow.
She looked up from the desk and out the window in front of her. The cream colored curtains were dancing lightly above the ledge, as the trees rustled from a gentle breeze running by. The sun had long since set and a few stars shimmered, scintillating as if winking, against endless darkness. The streets below were clear of anything and anybody. A few cars could be heard, a loud crash and hooting from a distance. Or was that just my haunting imagination?
The lights from nearby buildings were slowly flickering off as the hours get later, or rather earlier. You could just make out the the small silhouettes, conversing with one another before parting ways and turning the lights out.
The tall street lights that rose above my apartment floor shone a yellowy light on the tar road, where the pavement was littered with empty Starbucks to-go cups, crumpled sheets of car fines and your usual, uninteresting dirt. The yellow spotlight had a few few dots flying across it now and again from the bugs swarming around the glowing bulb.
The girl returned her attention to the history assignment. She felt exhausted but knew that she needed to finish her work. It wouldn't to her any good to try to sleep anyways. It wasn't like she could.
Flipping open the thick, hardcover book, red and lined with gold. Bold words stood out in the middle, 'History of Medicine'.
Black Death... Black Death... Page one twenty nine.
The Black Death originated from fleas that travelled with animals on trade ships from Asia to around Europe. The common animal....
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...not only was Penicillin an incredible and unexpected discovery, but it also shaped the medicine world to how advanced it is today, basing more theories and ideas with the help of it.
Essay complete.
The girl's phone flashed, indicating her alarm. It was already 3:30 in the morning. How time flies when you're rushing to finish something due the next day or in her case... In a few hours.
She let out a silent yawn, stretching her arm above her head while the other covered her mouth. So courteous even in the company of silence and herself.
She dragged herself out of the wooden chair, still from sitting hours on end in the chair, finishing assignments that were thrown off until now from procrastination at earlier stages. She always told herself that the next time, to prevent this from happening again, she'll do it on the day... But as anyone could probably tell, that didn't stick.
She opened the cupboard to the small bathroom, barely enough space to even stand. She stripped her body of the pajamas that clung on her boney frame and fidgeted the with shower faucet before feeling comfortable with it. The girl pulled the stringy elastic from greasy brown hair out of the bun. She relaxed her shoulders as the high pressured droplets of warm water sprayed her body and slowly, but surely, dampened her thick birds nest. She could feel the dirt and grime as she pushed the hair back, as if gelling it with water and her own oil. She lathered her hair with shampoo that had a minty freshness kind of scent. It was relaxing and makes one feel clean and... Well fresh. She scrubbed her body with a loofa.
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Once A Sweet Song
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