Kit And Tyler's Break-Personal Narrative

In poetry, imagery is required to be painted with a pen; it is essential that the reader observe what the author’s imagination is showing.

The boy lay there next to his father keeping each other warm from the chilling atmosphere where they set camp. The air was so moist it turned the dirt into damp mud and the boy could feel his sleeping bag submerge into it. The intimidating glare of an owl examining him sent a tingle up his spine. The sounds of bugs chiming filled the ambience, killing the silence giving him a sense of security. He looked up at the twilight sky illuminated by the blinding shimmer of the full moon gleaming through the forest trees over him. Surrounding it was an array of glimmering stars prompting the sky alive. As his body grew accustomed to the environment, each natural attribute gave him comfort and allowed him to slowly fall into a deep sleep.

This week has been one of hardest weeks I have had to endure since the break of Jeffery and I. I have not been able to focus on absolutely anything. My children do not notice that I am going through this pain, at least I don’t think that they have noticed. I am in church praying and hoping that God will make a way for me soon, but as of right now, I am wearing an artificial smile on my face to hind the grief I am subdued to everyday.

Fixing his eyes on the place where the light had shone down he searched for stars, clouds, the slightest hint of moonlight, yet found nothing, and shutting his eyes again, resolved to sleep until daylight. Before the numbness could swallow him, a crawling sensation on his right calf alerted him to the presence of some creature lurking there, a small animal with strength, insect or lizard. With a simultaneous kick of his right foot and flail of his left arm, he managed to smack it off, then laid as still as possible till the fire in his bones subsided. Sleep overtook him, smiling in the dark. He could

The kitchen was quiet as he opened the door. Through the glass window near the sink, he could see the sun was just starting to rise from behind the once dark horizon. A rooster crowed from outside, signaling the start of the day. A fresh, cool breeze floated in through the open window. On the table was a very small dark wooden bed which had a small heart craved into the centerpiece. It also had a small white mattress, a red and blue sheets, and a beautiful down quilt.

Goad him into making some choice of action for the day. Gauge him. He looked down at his dad on the steps. He proclaimed loudly “Hey, thanks for breakfast dad. It was really good!” His dad looked up quickly “You’re very welcome! The bread was a little freezer burned but yeah... Not too bad!” Cal jumped high into the air off the steps and landed with both feet on the ground to make an audible thud. He walked over to the nearby shed to grab another fold up chair and set it up next to his dad. He sat down and spread his legs out far, and sinking into the chair he let out a relaxed sigh. The contentness was brief. Cal noticed his dads coffee and at once he realized how much that would help his mood, but he had sank so far into the chair that the kitchen seemed an impossibly far away trek. Cal pushed the thought out of his mind with some effort. The call of a mourning dove aided his return into contentness. Cal sat and listened to the dove hearing that a nothing else besides the occasional turn of a magazine page and slurp of coffee. Without coffee, Cal slipped back into the daze of sleepiness. The cloudy weather and cool air on his face felt good in this moment. Cal closed his eyes and felt his leg twitch.

The sun shone against the grass. Zack blinked slowly. The wind blew against his ears, and he looked at his hands. Small, petite. He sighed softly, and heard piano from the distance. Next to him, was a silhouette of a much older man. He sat next to Zack, and placed his hand on Zack’s head. He rubbed his hair, and mouthed a few words to him. Zack attempted to understand what he said. He picked Zack up and placed him on his lap. He spoke something to him, and placed his hands on Zack’s shoulders.

Navigating the menus, she selected her favorite playlist, and reclined in her bed as she put her earbuds in. She let the melodic tones of "In Bloom" by Nirvana wash over her thoughts. She lay there for an indefinite time, almost meditative, in the way she was relaxed: detached, but not quite asleep. She could almost sense the soft moon above her, the merry stars, and the quiet night, gentle

Bailey sighed as she sat on the stool hearing the band members complaining. She rolled her eyes as she looked to Tristan. Smiling as he agreed with her, she took in a deep breath just as Kyle stood up. "Hey, guys stop. This is Bailey's song. If she wants to do it acoustic lets do it acoustic." Smiling she mouthed "Thank you." to Kyle who winked at her. If it was someone other than Tristan who would have her back it was Kyle. Including after Bailey had set him up with Johnny the bartender at the cafe and a close friend of Baileys. Biting down on her lip she listened as Tristan spoke before nodding her head to what he was saying. "See if it doesn't sound good acoustic then we'll bring the bass and guitars back in. Besides this song is kind of personal." Bailey spoke as

She has studied his tattoos to understand the meaning of them, to understand the meaning

This true tale takes place in military housing at Moody Air Force Base in GA about six or seven years ago. My mother was recovering from surgery and my dad was working late. I had a taste for chocolate milk, so Kara offered to make me some. With her younger sister in tow Kara went to the kitchen

nce upon a time there was a boisterous Supermodel named Elizabeth Lee, with her friends Junior, Kayla,and Tyler.Junior cowers when he gets very scared by people or by animals.Kayla is jaunty she is full with spirit and always happy,and Tyler is guerrilla fighter because,he used to be a part of the army. One night Elizabeth finds a map in her backyard, and she called up her friends to come to her the cave with her, and the four of them,being nocturnal, followed the map that would lead them to an ozone-like cave. It took them twenty days to make it to the cave.

Some nights he even let himself imagine what it would be like to fall asleep next to someone again, they arms around him or their head on his chest, the warmth of them holding onto him, fingers interlaced as they slept. Sam thought about what it would be like to be touched, and while it made him ache, it comforted him enough to let him fall

Attempting to free themselves from a society of consumerism, Tyler and the Narrator establish a fighting club, which, like the support groups, allows the narrator to really live. The aggression and pain provide the narrator a sense of reality. From the start, Tyler tried to engage the narrator into a fight but the narrator believed hitting tyler was simply silly. Society had instilled the idea in him that violence was wrong. However, the idea behind the violence is that it allows the narrator to release aggression in a very natural manner.

At first I didn’t want to believe it. At first, I couldn’t believe it. Tyler isn’t real, he’s in my head. I kinda have to say it a few times. He’s a split personality I created. Its all starting to make sense now. I thought I had insomnia, but how do you have insomnia when you actually sleep but feel like you haven’t. It was all Tyler’s fault! Every time I went to sleep he took over. That’s why it felt like I didn't’ sleep, it was because Tyler was using my body.