Narrative Essay On The Journey Of Life In The World

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They told us we were going to need to use it. I didn’t believe them at the time. Well, I was wrong. Utterly and totally wrong. Now I need it, and I don’t have it. The trail that got me into this position was a long one, and so here I go in explaining it. It had all started on a single day, and all went to hell in a handbasket not 10 hours later. I am a firm believer that the last sleep ever gotten on this earth was the night previous, for no one dared close an eyelid after it occurred. The end had been coming near. It was 2052, and we all had been on the edge of our seats for years. We knew that it wouldn’t take very long before we were gone. We just didn’t know it was going to be so soon. We also hadn’t expected the fact that we …show more content…

I didn't think that it could be human, for no one would have the resources to pull it off. And, I was definitely shell-shocked when the international space station had died, suddenly disappearing, never to be seen again. There were places that were there, and then gone, all without sound, sight, or evidence. Well, that basically sums up what has been happening over the past few days. Our communications had been shut off with a large electromagnetic pulse, for our safety, or so the government had said. So here I am, locked in a closet. Well, not locked, for I had put myself here, but definitely not well hidden for the superior minded beings that have the guts to take our world, bits by pieces, apart, separating us to the point of death. Bringing down our societies and all. The day started normal, I had gotten up, eaten breakfast, and gotten ready for school, having just seen my parents at the dining table for breakfast moments ago. When I went back to the room however, looking for my medication, they were gone. I had called their names several times, but with each attempt of contact, i was more sure that they had disappeared, the others coming to get us once and for all. I ran through the house, throwing back objects, slamming doors. Nothing would surface. The cars still in the driveway, the bowls of cereal still on the table, they were just gone. So, I ran to the closest thing I could find, one that would house my tall and skinny frame,

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