Station 1 / Ladder 3_KARISHMA_Heart Attack_The Scat Scuffle
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Station 1 / Ladder 3
I heard the sirens before I saw the trucks. The wailing, melancholy pitch like the mermaid's song of doom.Standing on the busy street corner, I squeezed my eyes shut tight and prepared for the approach. Loud clanging accosted my senses with the force of gale winds. The monotony of whining, like that of a neglected baby in her crib, sad and defeated from being unattended for far too long. A shiver went down my spine. The cacophony of noise-polluted music stirred up a familiar sweet sickening melody I hated to love. As their screams rang louder in my ears, signaling their arrival, I opened my ey...
KARISHMA
KARISHMA*PRESENT* When the world seems too little a place, when a chance to escape seems unavoidable, an endless commotion of memories shows up like a much-awaited guest. Freeing me from the worldly shackles that bound me and taking me where my joy knows no bounds. Then my carefree days seem not so far. Hope surrounds every fiber of my being. Sweet memories of my past make their presence felt by flashing my genial moments before my eyes. The longing to relive all those moments ge...
Heart Attack
As I was chasing the nurses withwww.onedoor.cc my sword (carboard and medical tape), the rest of my human family showed up and were a bit panicked and perplexed by my account of the day so far. Dr. Calpain came and hugged everyone and brought us all into her giant corner office with a view of the Pacific Ocean. Mom and I were completely relaxed and were having a blast with the hospital staff. Dad (Dustin), was worried and cut through the fun like a hot butter knife to a cold brick of butter. “Eloise! What the hell is going on?! Why are we all in this fancy room, and who is the Greek goddess over there?! Who...
The Scat Scuffle
My parents always said I was a handful as a toddler. Isn’t that what all parents say about their three year old? Dirt and bugs were my passion. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I responded, “ant”. Yes, I wanted to be an ant, not an aunt. They were hardworking. Ants always achieved so much in a short amount of time. What I liked most was their superhuman strength. I wished I could lift one hundred times my weight. I would sit on the ant hills, never picky about which kind of ants. The ones that commonly bit, never bit me. Oh what a sight it was when I’d destroy their carefully...