Gunshots-Personal Narrative

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The lake darkens as the ominous clouds race across the sky, as black as the devil’s soul, and swallows the bliss-blue complexion of the sky faster than you can blink. The world has abruptly become cellar-dark and the heavens above look to collapse down upon me. A deafening wind runs over the landscape like a thousand horses, the noise of the raindrops their clattering hoofs. The threatening force of the gales knocks and blows the trees in precarious ways, almost as though, if it had wanted to, the wind could blow them away as if they were but feathers, not heavy pines. Lighting lights up the sky like liquid, golden ore streaks being forged into forks up above. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of their own existence. Flashing once, twice, three times, polished and glossy like the cold prongs of the apocalypse. Shaking myself from my weather-caused trance, I hurry for shelter under a nearby fern tree. Staring deep into the blackness of the storm I wonder whether I will ever see that bliss-blue appearance

The evening was ominous and gray. The cold wind blew softly, and carried a heavy scent of blood through the streets. A loud intense screech pierced the ears of its listener, leaving the body trembling in fear.

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Rain poured on me as I walked home. I was all soaked and as usual, I was alone. It was close to night, and I lived in Del Mar. The other kids walked on the other side of the sidewalk gossiping and insulting me under their breaths, but I tried to not let the voices get to my head. I just kept treading forward. I got to the streetlights and made my across the street to go hike up the hill that leads to my house. My tucked my hands in my jacket pockets and positioned my head down to the dark, paved, and quiet street.

Up to now, the sky had been scattered powder-puff clouds, but it was changing. The sky that looked like beautiful ribbons, all a different shade of blue was now beginning to look like a blanket of darkness. The storm clouds thickened and out of the blue a wave heavy rain poured in torrents. I was lucky enough to get the first splatter of rain on my sweater when I was about 3 steps away from the building my class was being held in. I ran into the building while the rain turned the sidewalks and roads into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. I can’t emphasis to you how relieved I felt missing the downpour of all the rain. Dark smoky clouds covered the sky, only letting a few streaks of sun slip past the barrier. The repetitious sound of raindrops striking against the windowpane blended in with the occasional thunder that roared every 20 seconds. Everything was bleak, gray, and gloomy the class atmosphere felt dispirited than it usually was during exam week. People walked with water trickling down behind them while they steadily strolled to their seat. The prof didn’t start right away knowing that students were going to need a little more time getting to class. The thunderstorm was now beginning to sound like gunshots to ones ear…the uneasy feeling was

I smile as the wind picks up once again, my toes go numb as I walk down my cement walkway towards the sidewalk. I look up once again to be greeted with dark angry clouds clashing against a blue sky. The winds seem to bring the angry clouds with it yet I don’t mind, if anything it brings me happiness. A fire truck's siren slices through the silence like a sharp knife breaking me out of my separate little world.

I hadn’t noticed how silent neighborhoods could be on a Saturday afternoon until I had walked through enough that were not my own. I remember one day, and one neighborhood in particular. The weather was good for the first time since winter, the sky cloudless and so enormous and blue that it made everything else feel hollow. One neighborhood had a wide street, with no curbs, and sidewalks covered in gravel that made a hot, echoing sound underneath my shoes as I walked.

it was a day like any other with no compelling attributes, except for the gentle breeze that was blowing through the city of Chicago as Anna Ortiz made her way towards the Chicago River. it was a particular gorgeous Wednesday evening in early October, just cool enough to know fall had arrived. The bright green leaves had started to fade as if by magic into Splendid red, yellow and orange shades thus creating a backdrop of tranquility and serenity in the downtown area. Anna walked subdued by the beauty of the city as everyone seemed to rush passed her. She on the other hand slowed her stride trying to enjoy the wonderful evening in the city she loved. it had been a long day at work, and being outdoors was a welcome distraction from the busyness

Humid summer evenings is what I use to describe the setting of my home. Along with violence, drugs, gangs and guns, which is the unfortunate reality in my neighborhood. Whenever I’m asked about my neighborhood, I say that it is a small community where is mostly resided with low-income families, including my family. I am grateful that my dedication to soccer and education has prevented me from joining gangs that recruit children at a young age like myself. My parents have taught me that education is the key to success, which is why I’d rather be successful in my academics and in my future career than be successful in dealing drugs which in my neighborhood, is the norm.

As I sit on my covered deck listening to the rain pelt the deadening trees that surround me, I’m not surprised to find a smile forming on my lips. My charming two story house is tucked away on little old Cambridge Street, beautifully located on the outskirts of Cresco. The sun has set, making the sky as dark as the devil’s eyes. A sudden flash of light jolts me alert, the deep rumble of thunder roars to life seconds later matching the rhythm of my heart beat. The sweet, fresh, and powerfully evocative smell of rain is so soul capturing; it leaves you with nothing but pure freedom. As I stick my hand out from underneath the covered deck, I’m shocked to find the rain to be as cold as a penguin’s home. The heavenly sound of laughter coming from

Black Clouds scrawl across the sky creeping in from the east like a sea of clouds overhead. Their shadows fill the night with a hysteria atmosphere promising nothing but destruction and disaster. Howling, husky crying wind cries in the night like an injured wolf. All was silent until a growing rumble cracked across the night sky. Within seconds a flash of lighting scattered like zigzags through the black canvas. Drip, Drop, rain began to slowly drizzle down from the heavens and formed it to buckets of rain tapping on the rooftops also as if the rain was demanding an entrance

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

I sat on my bed looking out from the window watching the world being washed away, the silence around me was deafening. Life wasn't the same anymore. The days seem longer and more unbearable. It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seem so restless and gloomy. The once beautiful cocktail-blue shade of the sky was lost, what replaced it was a dark gravel-grey. Large pillows of clouds were blanketing the sky, closing out the old-gold colour of the sun. What once started as a splatter of rain became more intense, moving across the city like a wall, drumming against every surface. The weather was the perfect representation of my feelings; after he left me, after I lost the love of my life.

The drumming of the heavy rainfall gave me a sick feeling in my stomach.Cars zoomed by swashing small puddles onto the curb beside my feet.As I bent the corner trudging through the rain I could see a shadow of my house in the distance through the thick fog that surrounded me.As I got closer,I could hear the muffled sound of a smoke alarm goin off.”Mom tried to cook again”I thought.Before I could knock,my dad opened the door flinging a rag in the air.