Creative Writing: Social Isolation

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

Throughout elementary school, my parents encouraged me to do well in school, so I spent most of my time learning, studying, and doing homework. During my lunch time, I would sit at the end of the table, isolating myself from others by burying my face in a book. This is when I began to have trouble talking to others because of the little interaction I had on a regular basis. When I moved on to sixth grade, I met new people and started to break out of my “shell.” During this time, I had

One always asks, why does one kill? For love, for money, for power…and sometimes because the devil was hissing in your ear, kissing your neck, willing you on. He’d spoke of wrong doings, and trespasses, ones that could not be forgiven. So Cain had taken destiny into his hands, millenia ago he was going to find himself wrapped up in the embrace of hell, of Satan, and the Pit.

Depression significantly predicted the ‘lonely not isolated’ category, participants who were never or rarely depressed were significantly less likely to be ‘lonely not isolated’ when compared to their counterparts who were frequently depressed. Similarly, living in close proximity to family also significantly reduced the likelihood of being ‘lonely not isolated.’ In contrast, low self-esteem and low levels of interpersonal control (Q2) significantly increased the likelihood of inclusion in the ‘lonely not isolated’

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

You used to think the philosophy 'you only live one' is the most ridiculous excuse for justifying everything you've ever heard of - if you're meant to be reckless and live as fast as you can, 'there's a million and one ways to die' sounds much nicer. Explore them. Investigate them. Enjoy them. Cherish everyone of them, especially that split second between when you lean back in your chair and it hangs midway in air so close the the ground that the only thing you can think of is 'that is it.'

“Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for” (Dag Hammarskjold). Loneliness is a scary thing. As a child, I was very shy and timid and I suffered from it. My life was sheltered by my parents and I desperately wanted a sibling. Along with my parents, the private school I had gone to all my life never gave me the experience of stranger interaction. The thought of starting a conversation with someone I have never met made me drench in sweat. I dreaded the day of going to a public high school. Never in my dreams would I have imagined how it would affect my life and mold me into the person I am today.

"Dom would be so proud of you, Lottie," Frankie said as Charlie took her seat, leaning against the platinum blonde male, her head on his shoulder lightly. Energy, adrenaline, emotion all swam through her veins like liquid fire, leaving her shaken. Add in thinking she'd seen Eric - a thought confirmed mere moments later - and she was left shaken. Would he ask her at work? Would he ask after her brother and learn why she was so committed to their cause? Would he ask and care? Would he care at all. Charlie nodded and looked up at Frankie, smiling softly, "Maybe, but it's hard to be proud when you're not here."

This paper explains how being taken prisoner affects how a person sees the world. How social isolation has an effect on a person as whole. In this paper the reader will first hand be able to relate to the characters in the movie as if they were there themselves. The reader will be able to experience what it is like to be taken captive for seven years, and what it is like to live in an 11x11 shed. The reader will be placed into the world of Jack and see how he views the world while he is living in the shed, and what it is like for him to learn that his world of Room is much bigger then he imagines. The reader will learn the relationship between Ma and Jack, and learn about the relationship in their Room, and their relationship how it changes

In “social isolation and perceived barriers to establishing social networks among Latina immigrants”, Hurtado de Mendoza, Gonzales, Serrano, Kaltman (2014) argues that Latina immigrants who come to the United States suffer can suffer from social isolation that affects their overall health. The study was conducted on Latina immigrants between the ages of 18-70. It condcluded that a repeated factor resoposible for their social isolation was the comparision they made between their homelands and the new envorminet they were exposed to when arriving to the Unites States. The study wanted to acknoweldge the barrieres that are experciended with an unreperesented population, this being Latina immigrants experviening social isolation.

He has carried me throughout this painful but extremely helpful journey which has taught me many things. The most important out of all is the value of life and money. When I was younger, I didn’t care how much money my parents had, I didn’t care how much they spent on me. The only one thing I did was to order them to but me useless toys, the toys which I barely played with. Now I know their pain, I know what they went through to get me those toys. You ask me how I know this? Well, when you’re in a

As the classic Humboldt fog engulfed the circular illumination perched in the sky, the area became a desolate wasteland. With my notebook in hand, my feet crunched as I smashed debris with every step I took. Shocks of pains dispersed throughout my legs from previous workouts, causing my face to scrunch up as if the sun had evaporated any sense of moisture that encompassed my face. Wind swirled into tiny tornados dancing throughout the neverending field of grass. An array of dissimilar colored cars raced passed, filling my ears with noise pollution too loud to block out.

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

His attitude made me find the meaning of having fun and enjoying life for the small moments it