Personal Narrative-The Innocence Of Aliens

Scanning my mind and listening. The creature could be a vagabond, an upright being without wings? Two arms, two legs, incomparable to any other animal. Why was it not speaking English ? Was it trying to convey something? What kind of reaction was it looking for? What circumstances could this encounter lead up to? Was the encounter premeditated, meant to be chaotic? Incomprehensible? But in actually, it is a reality. Did the creature have wings? When the creature came closer it was becoming determined to have our attention, it's not disputed. Yet it draws suspicion, specifically the creature did not impart itself completely, but stays on the inner edge of darkness hiding his corporeal self, simoustanly encroaching himself on us. However,

About six months ago, my grandma was diagnosed with stage four colorectal cancer. Last month, a family member of mine from Vermont called to tell me that she died. The only thing I could do was ask myself “Why? Why did such a terrible thing happen to such an extradentary person?”. I mean I guess it’s natural to assume all things happen for a reason, to think there is a greater intention for our suffering, but I simply can’t think that.

The boy who's eyes shift colour depending on the light, who has dark defined eyebrows that I'm jealous off, puffy lips and vampire-like pale skin. His most noticeable trait to me when I met him for the first time was his deep, sad eyes. A bit like a sad dog. His eyes told a story of a person broken down by experiences, who didn't expect anything anymore but the worst.

The fainted as usual, then I saw the creature walk near me. I felt a weird feeling, something I've never felt before. It was horrible, I couldn't breathe and I felt

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

I ducked down so he could not see me. All I hear was the man running but he didn't make it. The man was dead, his back on the ground, his right leg under him and his one eye open the other with a star shaped hole.

The foot steps grew louder and I could make out the dark figure standing there at the bottom of the stairs. It said nothing. They just stared. Could they perhaps see me? No, it's almost pitch dark here.

I started to say hi, but suddenly my entire body felt like it was on fire. Arching my back, I tried to gulp air. I felt arms under my legs and he whispered "please." I fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed me and dragged me

Knowledge is to allure as maturity is to innocence. As I have gained knowledge I have lost fascination and enchantment. Such as how as I have gained maturity, I have lost the innocence and naivaté I had in my childhood. Specifically, I have lost the charm and intrigue of the sunset. This is something I have lost forever, and can never regain again. I remember one particular sunset from long ago, the sky was blood; long thin clouds dispersed across the crimson sky; the sun, bright gold, low hanging, blazing, illuminating the twilight; small birds flew across, their silhouettes pitch-black against the scarlet sky; large domineering mountains stood out intensely against the blood colored heavens; gnarled and crooked trees covering the mountains stood occult and mysterious; a plane, accompanied by a low hum, flew lazily across my view dark against the vivid sky. I gazed upwards the sun sank lower and lower in the sky.

I was sitting at the control center sipping my coffee until I heard something from the comm radio. I turned it up and realized it sounded like an Xbox live conversation. Although I wondered why an Xbox conversation was on military radio. Then I realized this sounded like an Xbox live conversation, but it wasn’t it was all jumbled up and didn’t go together. This made me wonder what it was.

For years now, I have been told by countless confidants that I am simply being “paranoid” or that I “need to get some help”, and variety other equally condescending and suspicious things of that nature - ever since they began after me. I know the truth. However, the identity of this “they”, I cannot be sure. A militant streetgang, a murderous cult, a group of lunatic scientists, a top-secret government organization? A genius sociopath with too much free time? The illuminati? Aliens?! Cliche? Yes. But, at this point under these circumstances, any of these seem like viable explanations.

My father has a friend named Christina. She is almost six feet tall, with the brightest green eyes I’ve ever seen. When she smiles almost every tooth is missing. The ones left are silver because she thought it would look cool. She’s almost bald but wears very natural looking wigs.

I slammed the book and sat down “ I have to live every moment as if it was my last I cannot be shy I'm going to have to force myself to be this way. I have to put myself out there I am safe for once I don't need to worry when I am in Barkhamsted.” I looked down at my hands trembling at the thought of being noticed “I can do this!” I went to the funeral and I went out to a Cuban restaurant with my aunt cousin and

world what to hear more.But now this weird island came out of nowhere and we might get a big hit.So we started walking around to discover more about what is in here there was papers with the language again why I can only understand it I was so scared if they think I would betrayed them and think I 'm an alien and they would ask questions on why we came here or who do you work with or are you trying to know the earth so you can tell the others I was so lost in my mind thinking what would of what would happen so I just keep in mind for later.I heard my name I said “ya”.My crew looked at me like I was crazy,so they asked who I was talking to.I said one of you guys called my name they all said “no” and thats when I just lost it I was so scared of who called my name.It was getting dark so we went back to the boat and went to sleep but I woke up in the middle of the night because something was calling my name I was too scared to move but I was like any other in any horror movie get up and check it out I was dumb but I didn 't mind as much I took the camera and a flashlight as I walk in the place we discovered I was talking to whoever was talking to me last time so I was glad they would answer we talked a lot in different language the language I never knew I could speak I asked them what language this was they didn 't want to say so I said “You dont have to say I dont mind what language you guys speak”.One of them said “You speak the language as well thats how you know how to