Miedo Vampiro : A Short Story : Miedo Compiro

Papi was one of the most influential character in the short story known as “FIESTA, 1980” narrated by Yunior. He was also known for his unfaithful life toward his wife, cruelty and negative behavior against his son Yunior for being carsick several times and puked the moment he accelerated the gas of his brand-new lime green Volkswagen van above twenty miles per hour which was bought to impress the family members. The story involved immigrant family from Dominican Republic who lived in new jersey and were attending family party in Bronx New York City in Yunior aunt’s home. The family consists of Papi and Momi(parents), Yunior who was middle son, Rafa who was older than Yunior then Madai was youngest. Everyone was ready to leave for the party waiting Papi arrival from “work” in the beginning but later was suspected to be coming back from his girlfriend (the Puerto Rican woman) as he rushed into shower to remove the indication of being with a woman. Yunior states that “he didn’t say nothing to nobody, not even my mom. He just pushed past her, held up his hand when she tried to talk to him and headed right into shower”. Then Rafa and his brother looked at each other and both assumed their dad had been with another woman. This issue of his infidelity had avoided in the house.

We left and I said why don’t we just bury him in the ground. We did, we were all so glad we got rid of it. We back to my house and slept for a long time. I woke up and saw the mummy, I said Lukas, we have to go get that mummy. Me and Lukas went grabbed the mummy and snuck in the incinerate place and burned the mummy. We went back, and went to bed. We woke up and never told anyone what happen. A YEAR GOES BY, at the dance on friday the thirteenth there are rumors that the first 5 people to leave the dance would be haunted or followed by a mummy. But after a while we weren 't having fun so we planned on leaving. Were walked in the hallway’s to leave the dance. that if you leave the first 5

If a lifetime in theatre has taught me anything, it’s that an actor never stops learning. Relying on natural talent is a fantasy. At eighteen, I’ve done over 25 musicals and plays, but the first time I participated in a show that wasn't at a school or summer camp I had been going to for years, I was blown away at how little I actually knew about what it takes to be a professional performer-- but it finally felt like art. It needed skill and practice beyond repetition and praise. I pushed myself to be my best and honestly craved criticism because nothing felt better than improvement. Competing with others who have had little to no training did not allow me to grow into the actor I want to be: someone genuine, who tells stories and creates, who

A naturally tanned Riccio dutifully complied as he stooped over exposing his gorgeous stark white framed stark butt cheeks. Principal Reardon could not believe the size or the perfectly shaped rounded melons that came into his sight. The so-called Reardon dick responded by ballooning up in a curved-up solid eight inches of lustful desire.

Not to be confused with the franchise movies, this little-known film, directed by Daniel Erickson, is in a class by itself. Equal parts creepy and funny, this Halloween-themed movie follows an incredibly paranoid young man who believes an escaped maniac is hiding in the neighborhood "House of Horrors".

The three girls are on their way to the party when out of nowhere Talia slams on the brakes. " Why did you do that," asked Allie. " Didn't you see that," questioned Talia in a terrified voice. " Uh, no," responded Allie. " What did you see," asked Kaylee. " I don't know, but what I do know is that it was tall and looked like a dark figure, it had a black mist surrounding it," replied Talia as she started the car again. Every one was silent until they got to the party. When they get inside they see a bunch of decorations, and surprisingly everyone they knew was there also. Talia still didn't trust the fact that it was on a forbidden road.

A teen boy named Bobbert Dickinson who is in love with horror hears about a “haunted” asylum called The Willows. The Willows is said to have been shut down after multiple inmates died either by committing suicide or by murder, although prisoners who had died by murder were in impenetrable cells. They had all complained about being tormented during the night by evil spirits. No one believed them of course because they were at an asylum and they were crazy so yeah. After persuading his two best friends into joining him as they explored the asylum. They determined they would ride their bikes instead of driving.

I was born in Matamoros,Tamaulipas, Mexico. It is a little town located across the border from Brownsville, Texas. I lived there for more than 15 years. Mexico is full of history; it has a rich culture and thousands of unique traditions. I believe that we, Mexicans, are very polite, humble, and warm people.We love celebrations and celebrate almost everything.

“7 years ago, there was a young man with his young beautiful girlfriend. They were expecting a baby boy. But, in the middle of the night a clown came in and killed the girlfriend. The young man was so depressed that he hung himself by the ceiling fan in the bedroom where his family died. I heard that he haunts the place and whoever disturbs him, will get hung themselves.”

The three boys encountered a ton of situations that they put themselves in. For example, the practical joke, the wrong car, wrong girl, another car/body,

Each of the narratives I have discussed powerfully enact the desire to preserve the memory of who the person living with dementia once was, asserting their dignity and reasserting their value to the societies in which they live through remembering the roles they performed as professionals, family members, and members of groups or communities. However, they also demonstrate how both the person with dementia and their carers can move on, accepting the need to adapt to new roles, and to accept the co-construction of narrative and identity through shared remembering and ongoing forms of "identity practice" (Eakin 20).

My life was flushed down the toilet I didn't want to move to California I was fine with staying in Austin, Texas but we had to move because of my parents’ job. I lived in a grey house in the middle of nowhere our backyard was in the forest, we haven't explored it yet. I lived with my mom,my Dad,my sister Julia,and my brother James. Julia and I were 12 and James was 6. Lucky for us me and Julia weren't separated from James yet I mean it was in the middle of the summer.

I called and called, left countless voicemails, attempting to get in contact. To win her back. No response. Eventually, a restraining order was filed. Ha.

After school, John met up with his friends. Chester, who had yellow hair and brown eyes, was hardly scared of anything unlike John. Rob had yellow hair like Chester, but was a slight bit darker. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, just like he does every day. Rob was a scaredy cat and was more scared of haunted houses than John. Ben, who was afraid of nothing, had dark black, curly hair. Lastly Flora, John hated her, but the rest of the group liked her. She had brownish-black hair like John. Her eyes were brown.

Meet the Herdmans they lie, cheat, steal, smoke cigars, and even bully children. They without a doubt the worst kids in the town. Their name where Leroy, Alley, Gladys, Claude, Imagene, and Ralph. They also stuck together no matter what. They lived in a garage basement. The Herdmans didn’t know where their father was. The Hermans father left when Gladys was two years old on a train. The kids mother worked two shifts at the shoe factory so she was not home much. No one blamed neither parents for not wanting to be home with the bad kids. There where a social worker who routinely came to visit the kids and for Christmas she left a basket full of items so the kids may eat and survive.