Darkness-Personal Narrative

I’ve always wondered what the outside world was like. As a cooter turtle, I’ve been living inside the same old glass walls filled with unnatural water. It felt like prison. No matter how much I swam, I would see the exact same things over and over again- small rocks, plants, and two other strange objects that I couldn’t identify. My turtle mate, River, had guessed that one of the strange objects were probably a human object used to keep the water “clean”. I found that kind of strange since the water was never clean anyway. River was a Red-Eared slider and was a few inches smaller than me. Or at least I thought he was. I’ve always thought of him as a scaredy fish because he always ran away from everything. Whenever the Twoleg came towards us, he would dash away like as if he saw a ghost, and whenever I asked him why he was so afraid, he would refuse to answer.

Even though Mr. Malter knew Reuven would want to know about Danny. He kept this unspoken promise to Danny.

I narrowed my options down to three schools, the UCLA Bruins, the Purdue Boilermakers, and the San Diego State Aztecs. I wanted to follow in Luc Mbah a Moute’s footsteps and go to UCLA like he did, but then I would have to redshirt a year. Basically it means that I’d have to sit out a year so that I could develop physically and would have an extra year of college sports. I didn’t want to do that though. I was already big enough for the forward position, and I wanted to compete now. So even though they were my first option I had to rule them off my list. I wanted to go to Purdue next, they had a solid program and had Matt Painter as their coach. I was going to go there until I found out Cameron Reddish had committed there. He plays the same position as me, and was a five star recruit coming out of high school so there wasn’t any way I was going to start over him. That left me San Diego State. They hadn’t made a good run

It was a Saturday morning and I woke up earlier than usual. It was 8:00 and I normally wake up

One day my mom said that she was going to drop me off at the Cassity’s because she was going out of town. That afternoon she picked me up from school. We drove to Lathrop and she dropped me off. My mom told me I was spending the week there so I needed to find something to do and then left. When I got there everyone was watching TV, I joined them. That first night we watched a movie and ate pizza.

Ray is my beautiful car, a 2014 Chevy Camaro SS. She is named after me, Rachel. My car is one of my most valuable possesions to date. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. She is the color of a sweet red candy apple. I swear I could taste the flavor of the candy on an apple just by admiring her. Her custom made body-style kit and grill makes her look as if she could be the next transformer character or cousin of the character Bumblebee in the movie, "Transformers". When I approach her in the mornings, I open the car door, start the engine and listen to it as if it was a military jet about to take off for war. Her pick ups in driving are so fast. The first time I drove her, it felt like she was pulling away, even at normal

Hi, the names Shadow, ShadowStar, but most call me Shadow; I'm a 16 year old red and white fox/coyote. I'm a short kid for my age I mean my sister is taller than me! I'm not muscular but I'm lean. I'm just a shaggy haired blue eyed pup. I have two brothers and a sister I am the youngest out of the bunch, my brothers Caleb and Shan are off in college in New York for media design as for my sister her name is Dany, she is a junior in high school and well I'm just a sophomore. We just moved to a new Town in Little Creek Vermont. I'm going to go to school called Little Creek high.

More people would understand if I was in a wheelchair. Everything would be clear if I had a terminal illness or something wrong on the outside. The problem is that my wounds aren't discernible to most people. My scars aren't tangible. Instead of receiving sympathy from those I first let in, I was told to get over it. I was told that I wasn’t depressed because I have a loving family. I was told I wasn’t sad because I’m well off, because I do well in school, because I’m a guy. Despite that, I learned to find strength in my brokenness so I could make myself whole again.

In seventh grade, my classmates and I had to paint two pictures for our art class. Everyone had to do their own pair of paintings, and my teacher said that only a select few could go into the art gallery in my town, open to the public. We had to make one with a monochromatic color scheme, and one with a cool or warm color scheme. I chose black and white for the first one, and cool colors for my second. My first painting went as planned, and my teacher selected it to be part of th eart gallery collection. The second one, however, had some issues.

In the year 2008, I attended elementary school enrolled in the third grade. I enjoyed outdoor activities with a burning passion, and I had many friends. One weekend my best friend Dimitri slept-over at my house, and he and I decided to go on a bike ride with my younger brother. Unfortunately we only had two helmets that functioned properly, but since I always put friends first, I gave my helmet to Dimitri. We were having a great time racing up and down the block until my brother found a pair of rusty broken scissors lying on the side of the road. An awful idea entered his mind at that moment and he decided to throw the scissors at me. During his first attempt he missed and I sped away and yelled at him. Ignoring me, he threw them and missed

It was cold on the night of November 14th. My friend, her boyfriend and I were walking to Walmart, planning on getting cake ingredients for my friend’s grandmother’s birthday. On our way there my surroundings seemed rather quiet for it being Angola. I felt like something was wrong like something had happened. But I continued to toss the feeling aside and just walked the path that leads to the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look in between the trees that held pitch black darkness. I was worried that was where troubles may lie, I was wrong. My real problem all started with a simple phone call.

I no longer remember the date, at this point. It doesn’t particularly matter, anyways. The height of the summer month has passed and the air is beginning to cool some, although the humidity has not yet began to let up. Today I have seen firsthand the feeble attempts the boys make to disguise their bloodthirsty tendencies and primal instincts as means to feed and secure themselves from the beast.

Fifth grade has passed and it was the first week of summer vacation, my neighbors were moving but I really didn’t care. I haven’t actually got to know them as I moved here recently, Krochmally Avenue is a busy street. There are always cars passing by including moving trucks that stop by this small apartment. I spot an old man with his son, at least I think thats his son. They’re both holding the same big fox, then the boy writes a word on the box. The word was “FREE”

I have felt discriminated on lately during the night when Kiran and I have found a system that works and she has backed out on. Kiran has guilted you into believing her lies. Saying she is scared of the episode in Supernatural when I can 100% assure you it is not even remotely scary. Also how can she know it is scary when she has not even seen it. Again, like you yelled at me not to argue when it is my night and you said “If you are going to bed you don't need to be watching it, you should be going to sleep.” That night she put on Minions and immediately turned her back to the Television, which is what exactly what I did. Why should I have to give up some of my only time in the week to pick the movie when I have to put up with her

Conrad’s book Heart of Darkness follows Marlow’s oral telling of his journey into the heart of Africa. Three men listen to him recount his journey up the Congo River, into the heart of Africa, darkness and Man himself. Conrad uses Kurtz, the chief of the Inner Station, and the natives to convey certain messages.