Monster-Personal Narrative

The shore near, the scent of home far, but I clung on. The rough bark of the log chafed against my bare chest, and my hands were weary from holding on. I inhaled, praying that my body can push toward the sand, and I felt my strength bitterly rise for a last stand. I heaved my futile body on the dry sea of sand and quietly allowed the light to dance one last time in the sunset of my existence.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster... When you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Early one morning I was very hungry waterso, I went looking for food. When suddenly I saw something strange above the Waters point so I jumped right into the action and said you go up to the top of the water when it started attacking me with spears and oars obviously I attacked back I mean I was scared and that's when two of the boats sank and most of the humans drowned. But, one of them escaped so i just let

I used to be proud of who I was. I used to be free, but I’ve fallen, slowly stripped bare of all I was and could have been. I resent them, those who gruesomely ripped me from my haven and shackled me beneath their feet. I resent the world for abandoning me in this hell, leaving me to suffer. I resent who I have become, a puppet, used only for their entertainment. The devil only grows within me, plaguing my mind during the sleepless nights. Feeding images into my mind. Images of their blood splattered across the walls of their beloved blue and red (tent). My teeth sinking into the fatty flesh of their neck. The horror painted on their faces as I gleefully avenge the loss of my sanity. And I detest myself. I loathe the satisfaction that I feel fantasising about their murder. I fear myself, and what I have become under their control. I yearn for the days I spent in my

It was just a normal day like any other I was walking down my street and a group of us wanted to go camping, we got all our gear ready and went on, the first night was a little spooky, we were hearing strange sounds in the bushes near our campsite. In the morning we went to go see what was in the bushes nothing but unknown footprints.We were all debating on what the creature was, so the second night came by and then we heard the noise again all but Dave went outside the tents to see what was making that sound, we started shining flashlights until we heard a fast running sound away, all of were spooked out, in the morning we found out that Dave was not in his tent, we all thought he went to the bathroom but for a couple hours he still was not back.(153)

In October monsters arise especially in the night and at Knott's berry farm! Well I've been and I'm going to tell you about my experience. Hope your brave and can listen to every scary detail muhahahaha. Well first my grandma picked me up and brought me to a resturant called claim jumper. Its right next to Knott's. My Aunt showed we ate grandma went home and me and aunt jenny went alone. It was easy we simply walked in no line but we did come early. Stupidly I shoud've already knew it would happen but I wasn't paying attention and right when I walked in someone jumped at me!!! My heart skipped a beat or two I felt relief knowing my aunt was okay. There was a huge crowd waiting to get to ghost town then it opened everyone rushed we followed.

I’m running. I can’t scream, my lungs are burning and something is chasing me. I see a light at the end of the dark and gloomy hallway but it keeps getting farther no matter how fast I run. The thing behind me is getting closer, I can smell its rotten breath. All of the sudden I feel the sharp pain of broken glass burying in my feet. I fall onto the glass covered floor and finally a scream escapes my throat.

What is it?” I repeat the phrase, my voice growing louder and louder as I continue. You're awakened from this nightmare by your own screams of terror. An emotion that sends waves of pleasure through me, feeding off your emotions to become more powerful. Do you feel insane yet, little boy? You try to avoid me, not wanting to relive the nightmare. We both know you can't stay awake forever, I'll always be in your mind, just waiting for you loose conscious. I ask you the riddle again, this time you know the answer, “A shadow,” you say. Slowly untangling the bandages wrapped around my face, I reveal to you what lies underneath. I am your shadow. It's my turn to take control. I am the bearer of utter chaos, we wreak havoc together, trap after trap, death after death, taunting the ones you love most. I am the mastermind of Machiavellian schemes, nobody can hear you little boy, nobody can hear you screams. I fooled them all into thinking I was you, every word I spoke they believed was true, all because they trusted you. And what a great you I was. But then you had to go ruin my fun, freeing yourself from my possession. Not even that could stop, I had enough power from feeding off all that misery you hide behind closed doors, I didn't need your body any longer. I was able to stand face to face with you, did it feel like you were looking into a mirror, little boy? A malicious grin plastered on my lips, “Hello, my shadow

The opening remained me of the large gaping mouth of a bear I had slain at Ithaca.

Every summer my family goes to a place in Muskegon called, Maranatha. And every summer new memories are created, good and bad. My favorite part of the whole year is going back there at the beginning of summer and staying there for a couple weeks. But as time goes by people change, places change, and you change. Sometimes it makes you stronger, and other times weaker.

Upon nearing the street where my house sat, lightning flashed, brightening the inky night. I halted as I saw my first creation appear on my doorstep. Darkness overwhelmed again, blocking my vision before the sky was again filled with light. There in the doorway stood the Bride. The Creature grinned icily and in a way that spoke of evil and darkness. I felt the hope drain from my soul. I realized the calamities I had caused in hopes of repairing the sanguinary treacheries which I had previously commenced. As a ghastly grin formed on

I was your prisoner, you wrapped me in skin tight chains I could never escape from. You knew of everything I could’ve ever wanted and now you’re the reason my life was brutally taken away from me. I remember it quite well as I watched the blood flow out of me as if it was escaping the walls that has held it captive for 18 years. With the door wide open, and bright red blood- stains on the carpet, it was easy to tell what had happened. The demon who had taken my life will be found, and will no longer cease to exist.

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

Just cause you see a person dressed up with their makeup done and hair it doesn't always mean they have everything figured or that they're okay. We don’t always know what's happening inside of them, we might think there happy since there laughing but that's not always the case. It's important to recognize your own personal monsters, because it can control over your life without you even noticing that it is. Even if we don't see our demons they are still making us feel horrible. Is something I can't even control myself just have to try to handle it, makes you feel really bad like a feeling that you're alone when you're not. My own personal monster is my anxiety, it has really made me feel awful for no reason your happy one moment the next you just feel like you're going