Personal Narrative-Suffering

In Drawing the Color Line: Race and Real Estate in Early Twentieth-Century Chicago, Margaret Garb shows how Chicago was divided up based on race and social status. She shows the readers what happens upon the black tenants’ arrival to the white-only neighborhoods, and she shows how the white homeowners dealt with it.

THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH IN THE BEGINNING GOD CREATED THEN THERE WAS LIGHT AS IN GENESIS, CHAPTER ONE, STATED. THE LIGHT GOD CALLED DAY THE DARK HE CALLED NIGHT CREATED A HUMAN BEING THERE IN BEGAN MAN’S

They turned to her, startled. She is enraptured, as though in a pearly light. I want the light of God. I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for the Devil; I saw him; I wrote in his book; I went back to Jesus; I kissed His hand.

I used to be proud of who I was. I used to be free, but I’ve fallen, slowly stripped bare of all I was and could have been. I resent them, those who gruesomely ripped me from my haven and shackled me beneath their feet. I resent the world for abandoning me in this hell, leaving me to suffer. I resent who I have become, a puppet, used only for their entertainment. The devil only grows within me, plaguing my mind during the sleepless nights. Feeding images into my mind. Images of their blood splattered across the walls of their beloved blue and red (tent). My teeth sinking into the fatty flesh of their neck. The horror painted on their faces as I gleefully avenge the loss of my sanity. And I detest myself. I loathe the satisfaction that I feel fantasising about their murder. I fear myself, and what I have become under their control. I yearn for the days I spent in my

The weight of Zaroff’s body in my weak arms, the beating of the heart that I thought could still be there but came about only to be a figment of my imagination. My hands under his expensive silk, fictional whispers leaving his mouth telling me that I did it. I sent him to hell. His whispers turned into screams, blood curdling screams. I put him in. Words unable to be decoded but felt in pain. They sounded inhuman, as if my own conscious was yelling at me. My head spiraling down into somewhere I didn’t want to be.

“Anyway, slowly things changed. Days were not as bright, and the creatures seemed more fearful somehow. It’s hard to describe. You could feel the tension and smell the fear. We all knew something was happening, but we weren’t sure what. So we attempted to go on as if everything was fine. Then, out the blue, darkness fell upon the land and Milton appeared.”

Has anything important change your life? As details in “A Christmas Carol” and “Thank You M’am” show significant changes in someone’s life can be caused by death, bad actions, and behavior. To begin, a significant change in someone’s life can be caused by death. A point conveyed in “A Christmas Carol” when Scrooge was visited by the ghost of christmas future to show Scrooge his death, Scrooge was horrified and convinced to change his attitude. Additionally in ”A Christmas Carol” the author cites that in page 283 paragraph 154-155, Scrooge was shocked to see his own grave.

Tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the

“Well wouldn’t you look at someone weirdly if you had just saved someone from a demon?” he cleverly tossed back at me.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

As I peered into the gallows of hell I realized that everything I’d known to this day would soon vanquish to dust before me. The lies built up into a monstrous wall would become easy to see through. I would know the truth of the changes made before my eyes and the changes made in me.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I

"Okay, go ahead," Jake said, returning. "There are only four people in there, including Tobias, so you won't have total privacy. There's nothing I can do about that."

"You send them there ALONE!?" my yelling had started as he shook his head, chuckling.