Personal Narrative: Home

“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then

Inside the ambulance, Roy was relieved to find John’s vitals were unchanged when he rechecked them. Although he had hoped they would improve with the IV, at least they weren't getting much worse.

Daniel's bemused expression said more than words. His eyes swept across the room, and his brows furrowed slightly. The dark gray walls were painted bright yellow. Baby animal decals replaced the Amsterdam posters.

"Scarlett, he will be back. As will the others. Right now, we have the living to care for. We must save them first." It was as if my thoughts had been heard.

“You don’t need to use your eyes to see me, Samantha. Use your other senses: smell, hearing, touch. Follow the sound of my voice and the scent of my cologne; they will lead you to me.”

“Why, so she can go on and on about how long we haven’t seen each other?”

When Shay made the last call for alcohol, Francisco and I had one final drink. We sat patiently at the bar while the lights came on and the staff made sure that people were exiting the building. I looked around at them in their wet clothes, and everyone was smiling. Everyone had a good time, and I felt that I was responsible for that because I'd brought Francisco. He was the best, and I was glad that I'd stopped at that car lot the other day and met him.

When we got home I took a nap on the couch and several hours past.I woke up scared because I was 50 feet tall bigger than the house.I couldn't believe what happend to me.My first thoughts was when I talk to the old lady about the cookies.I remember what she said about these cookies that they will make you grow,I was surprised it really

“I Allen Moira, take you Cecillia to be my wife. I promise to cherish you for all my days. I vow to live for you, and do everything I can to ensure your happiness. No matter how dark things may become I promise to be your light that leads you to safety. I love you, Cecilia. Do you accept me as your husband?”

How many times you’ve made me lonesome. Even when the often stained sky is but a hushed void, you still leave me to witness it alone; slouched on my wooden throne, strokes of blood softly flowing down these rosey cheeks. Shut up for me please. There’s far too much discourse to call this silence. Moths gather in my head, but in any case, it’s futile as they burn down in my dream, and after that, nothing’s left again. Shut up. I’d rather wake up to tomorrow's inadequate dawn.

I am surrounded, with no food or water and I am running out of ammo. My guards were killed a couple hours ago. I don't have much time, if anyone gets this tell my family I love them.

If he could, the youth would have remained there for hours. The harsh words he spat out toward the entity was the only form of affection he could convey to a man as formal as his father was. The fashion of his character, the way he conducted himself, was one in which the fledgling lionized. Respect from his colleagues was something the man had in abundance, and Titus wanted this. He wanted to be above them all, to inspire fear in their beings with just as a flick of his wrist.

I couldn’t believe that my summer vacation was coming to a close. I still hadn’t made any contact with Trevor. He didn’t leave a message the other night, so I had no idea where we stood relationship wise. I was still staying at Shay’s, but mom wanted me to go to her house and start dinner because she had to help Bessie with some yard work. Imani was home, but she wasn’t allowed to use the stove. My intentions were to go over, cook dinner, and get the hell out of there because I didn’t want to see Lester. I didn’t want the money that he was supposed to pay me because the entire situation made me sick to my stomach and I no longer wanted to hook up with him before I left to go back to Texas.

This picture means home to me because, not only is it one of the biggest attractions in New York City but I have a connection to it that represents home to me because. I am from Queens, NY, and it was pretty much quiet I moved to Harlem a few years ago and it was a different world that I had to get become adjusted to it. When I first moved here Times Square was a big part of my life, because I now lived less then 30mins away from it so I could visit it all of the time, and there is nothing like it in Queens. I would go there every weekend to shop, eat, go to the movies etc. I created many memories there and, I’ve become familiar with the streets so I can navigate times square and surrounding areas easily as I can do in my own neighborhood

He’s standing there with a silence that is so unfamiliar, I am drawn to break it, but it just sits. The night is dark, the air is crisp and he leads me to a bench like the many benches we use to find comfort in.