Glass Cases-Personal Narrative

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

It was a short drive to the hotel, and the scenery was pretty cool, but I was really waiting for arrival time. I couldn't wait to see the hotel, and I had no clue what to expect. I eyes drifted out the window at all the tall trees on the hilly landscape. The trees filled the hill, and there was on sight of the forest floor. Birds of all sizes flew in and out of the forest, keeping a person looking at them and their home forever. But then the landscape began to change.

I recently got the chance to watch the memoir film The Glass Castle this past week and I was thoroughly confused. The movies started off with Jeanette in New York at dinner with her fiancé Eric which was a little puzzling since that scene didn’t happen until later in the book. The movie then sequences into Jeanette getting into a taxi going home when she sees her parents going through trash. The 127-minute memoir movie The Glass Castle was directed by Destin Daniel and was released on August 11, 2017.

My Glass Castle essay is a flashback to the beginning of my adventures in Honors English. As such, it is the most suitable candidate for revision, as I will be able to observe my hopefully positive progression made over the course of the entire school year.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

A purple dusk splashing over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. When the sun set, no candle replaced it. Only the lustrous spark in glossy eyes to spare. Under the willow trees, the leaves lay deep and so crisp that a lizard made a great skittering if he ran among them. Elegantly, the innumerable flashing fragments lay shining in midst of the church. Ahead, the path vivaciously glistening like white quartz, yet raindrops on the weary concrete was all it was.

He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each

Glass Lock just arrived on site and I escorted them to the 5th. floor. As we walked passed John Sherlock's Office "5NW20N", he came out of his office and started yelling about how some of his items were move from the window area and not put back. Myself and the two Glass Lock tech just stood there while as he continued to yell and scream at us. One of the Glass Lock tech apologized to him but he continued, went back into his office and slammed his door.

The beautiful woman had brought me to her home it was small and cute in a way it made me feel great to see this home in such a dark scary place though i still felt uneasy she seemed nice but so did the flower.Though i saw the house it was still very far

River street was very fascinating at first sight. I had said, “This is a wonderful place.” I had seen many people walking up and down the sidewalk. The roads that had cars driving on them were made of cobblestone, and it was also covered with dew.When I was walking along the dew covered road i had almost slipped. Also I had went to a candy shop and it had a wonderful aroma. I had said with enthusiasm, “Woah! That smell almost knocked me off my feet.” “This is the best

We were all scared, but I couldn't let expulsion get in my way of having the perfect summer That was the morning I noticed Rayjean absent . As we were going to breakfast I noticed a long line leading to Denaples. The sun shined bright that day, the light trying it's best to penetrate the thickness of the fog, but as hard as it tried the light just couldn’t. The red flowers shined bright thought the fog it was truly beautiful, the flower was as red as blood. Though hard to see, Dionne Green had shiny green grass neatly trimmed to the millimeter everything was great except the humidity. I looked under me, I was stepping on waxed tile stones, they looked perfect. Sebastian stared at me with a grin on his face, he motioned me to the large statue, of the man holding the cross. On his knees. I didn't know what he was thinking, then he said, " Time to climb." I immediately without hesitation agreed I gave

As I comfortably laid in my warm delightful bed. I felt such peace, such serenity as I inspected my bedroom, my sanctuary. The christmas lights dangled from the ceiling which made the light bounce off from my purple walls and illuminate my entire room. They reminded me of stars. It was

Bits of newspaper gracefully flew down the illuminated road like forgotten confetti strewn after a wedding. Splashing down gingerly, the moonlight displayed its opalescent silver glow - the light giving an illusion of glitter showering upon the wooden houses like fallen stars. Towering over the neighborhood with a sense of satisfaction, were a monumental forest of trees that all had something “unique” about them.

Tiny snowflakes glided down around me, like icy ballerinas swaying to a gentle beat. The view before me held a bittersweet memory, but my own heart felt empty. I remember the times I spent here with her. She wanted to stay, yet she knew she wouldn’t last. It was a different kind of stupidity. We met before this sunrise, before this sunset, and before the nighttime skies. She smiled a lot, making people smile and smiling in place of others. I’d met a lot of people but none like this girl. She was different, a perfect, original beauty in my own eyes, but she never stayed for long. She always drew in her sketchbook and focused on making smooth lines curving into her own creations. The thin, spidery webs intertwined on the paper, forming a delicate piece of art, her own webs.

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.