Censorship-Personal Narrative

What kind of life is one that is lived almost as if our contact has fallen out, and all you can see is a blurry picture? Our perspective is the blurry picture. We can see that we are blessed, but we do not see it clearly. Your memoir ,An Invisible Thread, opened my eyes to a perspective I had not ever seen before. The invisible thread that led you to Maurice inspired many, like myself, to introspect and realize just how privileged we truly are. We take what we have for granted and do not appreciate it. We live in a world where we can get anything with little work, but we forget how lucky we are to even have that. I know I do not appreciate the life I have half as much as I should.

I was still drowsing, but I was awake. I got my clothes on and then went to get my phone and I remembered that I did not charge it. I found my phone on the charger and I said in my head “Thank you, dad.” My mom, my sister and I quickly got in the car so we could go to Rockford to get my cousin, Melissa. We stopped at her house and she came with us ready to go to Six Flags.

He opens his eyes to see a slate white room. He turns his head to see a colossal amount of many different flowers. He hears a beeping beside the bed he is laying in. Then, he feels a rush of excruciating pain throughout his entire body. Suddenly, he feels as if somebody is tearing off his leg. He frantically yanks off the white sheets to reveal his a stub leg. He attempted to let out a scream but no air could come out. Finally, his mother runs in with decaying tissues in her hand and red puffy eyes. “Oh Derek!” she exclaims while thrusting him into her arms causing shocks of pain to circulate his body. “They said you might not wake up. Thank you! Thank you! Don’t worry it will be okay. Everything will be okay.” However, Derek didn’t believe anything she said. Nothing at that moment seemed okay. Derek closes his eyes hoping that if he fell asleep he could escape

i just don't quite understand why you felt the need to block me. i know it wasn't an accident because you would have unblocked me by now. i don't know if it's because i talk to cameron sometimes now but if that's the case thats petty asf. i don't know why its such a big deal anyways. you broke up with him so you really don't have a place to be hella mad. i know you like Collin and im happy for you with that but you cant go around starting things like blocking me just because you get mad. i did nothing to you and you know that so just because you're in a bad mood or go to some mf fancy Jesus school now doesn't mean you have to throw shade at me. we used to be best friends but now you just want to go around starting altercations and to be quite

I woke up later when I heard some rattling at the door handle. Panicked, I call out “Ethan, is that you?” As soon as I said that, the rattling stopped and I could hear footsteps in the hallway as the front door slammed open. But there wasn’t anybody there. I screamed as loud as I could and not even two minutes later Ethan was running inside to find me. “What’s wrong?!” He asked looking terrified. “Nothing, just a bad dream I guess.” I said with tears streaming down my cheeks. “That doesn’t explain why the door was open.” He said sternly. I insisted he should go home and he gave me his phone number in case I needed anything. I tried as hard as I could to stay awake, but eventually I succumbed to my

This year, my sister did Dance Marathon with her collage as a way to raise money for children with cancer. Throughout the year she would send various things, such as coloring pages and holiday cards, to her kids as a way to cheer them up. Towards the end of the year she then decided to make pillow cases for the kids and had extra dye left. We also decided to make one for a personal friend that was dealing with health issues and was in the hospital quite a lot. It was during this time that I was able to help her make some for her kids as well as make some that would match my bedroom.

T Two hours and several dozen hand votes later, the group had selected four members to tell the press who owned the media, had decided to appear en masse at an opposition press conference, and had debated various slogans for the next day’s demonstration. “Let’s see, first we have ‘Hearst Tells It Like It Ain’t,’ then ‘Stop Press Distortion’—that’s the one there was some political controversy about....”

Lurid means vivid and unpleasant. Lurid was a word on a weekly vocab quiz I took the week I first visited Simon’s Rock. Lurid was a word used casually (and properly) in a passionate discussion about a Rococo painting, The Swing, in an art history class at Simon’s Rock.

Born in the year 2000, I am almost 27 years and in this short time I have been deprived of many things; my life is not what it used to be. NO, much has changed, I know that I should be like my friends who have fun and party every day. Yet, that is not the case. I am different, I am able to understand things others cannot.

A few years ago I wanted to watch a movie, but I didn’t have netflix and they didn’t have it in the movie theaters so I looked on youtube to see if they had the movie for free and they had one where you could pay money for it, but I didn’t want to pay so I found the movie for free and the movie was not 70 years old so it was still copyrighted. So basically I watched something that wasn’t mine and I didn’t pay for it, but at the time I didn’t know what copyright could really do to you. I didn’t realize that what I was doing effected the people who worked there and everybody who made the movie. So basically I broke the law at the age of eight without knowing.

Reserved. That’s the word that describes me the most. It’s ironic when you really think about it because to the people I know really well, I’m far from reserved. However, since we’re in the context of college, people here would probably describe me as reserved. I remember the day like it yesterday. Like every other traumatic school story ever told, mine took place during middle school. To make this into short tale, a boy in my class had entire group of kids call me ugly. I didn’t care about my looks back in middle school; however, his callous actions opened my eyes, that day, to the spontaneous cruelty of life. I did nothing, to my knowledge, to warrant that attack, but that didn’t matter to him. On the outside, I seemed fine, however, I was

Two men lay before me without an ownership to life. One dangled nearly a foot off of the ground with an anchored pitchfork punctured through his abdomen. The tri-prongs tasted his insides and met the air with lustful delight. The other may have been a man, but his caved-in skull made certainty impossible. Next to him was a shovel originally used for manure that was coated in his juices. I…think I did this? Before my vision faded entirely, I saw a heavy silhouette looming over me. It was a Gorilla. This was not abnormal. He was my only friend in this sea of death and I could only watch helplessly as armed guards pumped him full of tranquilizer. I called out his name but my voice wasn’t audible. His tree trunk arms swung brutally and he managed to break the majority of one’s ribs before collapsing next to me. Their

Per our discussion the best course of action that should be taken to remove the lite coating of Lead containing paint would be to remove it with heat. By using heat it will eliminate the lead and also eliminate the difficulty in capturing all of the debris created if we were to grind it off. Now I do have some requirements which we did discuss over the phone which I also included below.

The first time I heard the word feminism, it came bitterly out of my dad’s mouth. It sounded like he almost hissed it. I was about seven at the time and didn’t know what it meant, but I obviously thought it was a bad thing since my dad became angry after overhearing a few women’s conversation on the topic. I remember asking my dad what it meant and he only said “something that you don’t need to know about.” Since I was young I trusted him and didn’t think anything of it until years later.

Danny, the narrator’s cousin, is a very depressing person, he never smiles or socializes with other people around him. He wanted to show people he was not a coward by doing what a guy at school tell him to do, to go and kill himself. And he wants his cousin, the narrator, to help him decide whether he’ll do it or not by shuffling two boxes, and inside one of the boxes is the gun. But, while the narrator is shuffling the boxes, he takes out the gun and hides it inside the pocket of his bathrobe. So when Danny decides to open the box, which is empty, and he cries of relief. Then, the narrator calls his father, and when he got home he put his arms around Danny and started comforting him.