Bedding Red-Personal Narrative

The waterfall drown out the sound of the eagles that screeched above and drummed to the bottom of the endless cliff. The water roared around us, drifting into the marigold sun that sat cushioned between the clouds. I inhaled the piney air that choked my lungs, and the mountain exhaled with the wind that passed through it. The birds circled above as if they were taunting the trees, circling around them looking for their next victim. I stood on the ancient rocks, completely enthralled by the raw scene; a scene that would lock forever reside in the deepest accommodations of my

It has been ten years, ten years since I have seen or even talked to my mother and Maggie. I am on my way home, I look out the window to my right and see a whole field of white with a family of deer. They seem so at peace. As the radio plays White Christmas, I really start dreading my decision to come home for the holidays. I know that last time I was with mother and Dee that I over reacted about the quilts, now that I think of it, mama made the right decision to give them to Dee. I regret the way I acted towards them. They tried to reach out to me over the years, but I just didn’t have it in me to have anything to do with them. After about 4 years they stopped trying to get ahold of me. I hadn’t told a single soul that I am coming

I was cold damp and the air smelt of old wood and smelly feet. My mother was holding me but the place I was in was a place I didn’t like and the atmosphere seemed sad and gloomy. You could hear footsteps going up and down the hallways but you could barely see anything in the dimly lit room. There was iron bars and a small window where the slightest of light was able to seep through. The little window was the only comfort as the sun’s light came through in the mid afternoon providing warmth and a sense of comfort. It lit the room just enough to allow you to see many boring features of wood and bars. As the wood heated and released some of its moisture the smell of the decay became a little stronger.

There were times I saw myself rushing on the dark cement floor, phrases such as “don’t go away” kept spurting out of my lips obscurely. A lady was walking in front of me and there was nothing I could catch except the view of her back. Then I would wake up, found myself drown inside could sweat.

Late one Summer evening in our cabin in the middle of woods, we saw something like no other thing alive. That was the day that I found another one of my fears. We all panicked and waited for the creature to leave.

Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It feels like the whole world is against me. Then, I get irritated by every small noise or movement around me. “Tap, Tap,..” the door says as it hits the wall. Smoke comes out of my ears and nose as I hear the sound. I am like a kettle slowly ready to burst “Meow, meow,..” the cat persists as he nudges my hand to pet him. I am so agitated that it took all of my emotions to not boil over and blow up from these noises. All of these sounds make me really furious, especially early in the morning.

It had green gooey spots all over its body. Out of nowhere, I heard a bang that came off its leg leaping one step. When he took that one step forward, the puddles of water in its mouth fell off and hit the ground so hard it, camouflaged in the dark blue concentrate. As he took one step forward, I took one back. That one step backwards, damaged me because I got scratched badly from 3 sharp, puny, cans. I didn’t even see them, when I took that one step back, as they the blue like the concentrate, so they blended in. Blood was gushing out from my palm because that’s how colossal the scratch was. As I turned around after curing my scratch, with a piece of cloth, that was lying around. The monster gained so many steps against me. That’s when was I scared the most. I stood up very slowly, using my knees to pull me up. I ambled gradually to a light that I saw in the distance. After a few steps, I twisted around to see if the monster is still there or if he was following me. But I didn’t see anything, which was very unusual, all I saw was the black brick wall, however, the wall very different, as if it was like something was in it. But then I saw something very familiar and that was the monster’s red eyes. I carried on walking as if I didn’t see

When we went outside of the abandoned building, the sun was hidden by the grey fluffy clouds and once we went into the car it started to rain. When we began to drive you could hear the tires squeaking across the wet street every time we took a turned to go onto another street. Other than that, the drive home was the most annoying and longest car ride of my life. Between my father singing out loud to a Beatles song and my brother’s arguing on who scared me the most. When we arrived home, I ran to my bedroom and feel onto my silky soft sheets and feel asleep, not remembering to change my

TEN YEARS AGO, the room where I’m standing would have been filled with a deafening roar. The air would have pealed with the sound of a dozen V-8 engines, each one trembling atop its own laboratory pedestal as engineers in white shop coats used joysticks to adjust its throttle and load. ¶ Today, though, this former engine testing facility at General Motors’ Warren Technical Center, outside Detroit, is almost dead silent. From one end to the other—across a space roughly the size of two soccer fields—the room is blanketed with the low-frequency hum of cooling fans, interrupted only by the occasional clack of a keyboard and, on this particular morning, the chatter of Larry Nitz’s voice. ¶ “Let’s take a walk,” he says after we’ve lingered in the

Who am I?... What am I?... What's my name?... Do I even have a name? These are the questions that I ask myself since waking up from unconsciousness and they still plague my mind.

I was sitting up against a tree waiting, watching and then it all happened, it came up through the timber ran towards someone and then back to me. It was running towards me, I was thinking I cannot miss so when he got 10 yards from me I pulled up and…….

Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.

“Someone,” begged Rosemary Giles while blood dribbled down her cheek from under her sunflower headband as she tried to scan the pitch-black room. The fourteen-year-old whimpered from a headache forming in her head. She felt the coldness of the metal chair under her thighs through her dress. She tried getting up but couldn't due to her wrists bound to the arms of the chair and her ankles bounded against the legs. “Please?”

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It was cool outside as I quickly gathered my things, and silently shut the green wooden door behind me. The wind was fierce, and threatening like a bear ready to attack its prey. I trudged through the thick mounds of leaves that once fell from the bare branches above. The woods was very light this time of year from all of the papery leaves being gone. The sky was a mass of gray gloomy clouds. I thought that if it rained and my dad would want to turn back so I could say that the weather wasn't pleasant