Norm Unnairel: A Narrative Fiction

The other Wes Moore written by Wes Moore is about two completely different life stories that have completely different outcomes. Two young men with the same name, lived in the same neighborhood, yet they chose two different paths to walk through life. The author chose going to school and getting an education. The other Wes Moore chose the path of drugs and alcohol. Each Wes had events that help shape the path they would walk on through life.

The man said, “I was following you around, because we didn’t know where we were going. We thought you looked like you knew where you were going. I didn’t mean to scare. Every time I started to approach you to ask you for help, you ran away.”

The article “ The Mythical Norm” by Audrie Lorde, discussed by Barbara Perry, talks about the universal conception of what a “norm” in society is considered to be. Barbara Perry

The young woman opened up her door and immediately felt that sense of uneasiness again even though her home was full of light. She could hear the water running in the bathroom and figured that her boyfriend, James, was just taking his usual night shower. She went into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water. As she drank the cool liquid she felt an immense feeling of relief. She advanced toward the bathroom. She walked down the hallway heading towards the closed bathroom door. Alecia felt a sense of panic and anxiety when she felt her foot become slightly submerged in a liquid on the floor.

Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls.  My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing.  I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me.  My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe.  I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.

My heart began to race faster than a cheetah, my legs were numb, and I couldn’t tell whether or not I was actually running. The feeling of the crisp and hot summer air quickly entering my lungs felt rough, while the air was escaping even faster. As I struggle to look behind to see if he was close enough to get me I tried to exclaim while trying to grasp some air for my lungs, “Xouse, he’s gaining, on us, come on!”. As the hot asphalt burnt the bottom of my shoes off, I continued running into the alley of two apartment complexes as my cousin followed. I looked at Xouse, I saw the agony on his face, my vision went blurry, next thing I knew I was standing in front of a wall, with nowhere to go. I looked back to see if we were finally safe, and then I knew, I should have never left the by myself.

“There was a boy who ran in here who I followed,” I said impatiently. “That-that thing got to him first. I don’t know what happened to him.”

Glysdi tripped over a trash bag, hearing clanking as she sprawled on her lawn. Curious, she sat up and reached for the bag, searching for an opening. Inevitably, a protruding shard cut her palm, but the pain didn’t come to her. At age 11, Glysdi saw the cheap brand names on the beer bottle piece. She went back into her house, walking slowly past her mother seemingly unconscious on the sofa, her snores loud and irregular. The quiet inside the bathroom comforted her immediately as she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Tear drops mingled with blood as she tried to scrub off the metallic smell on her hand.

A chorus of screams goes up into the air as people race to find the nearest shelter. The sirens are just as loud as their yells and beating hearts. A girl ran along-side them, the scent of ashes and sweat clinging to her. A faded locket pounds against her chest as she turns the corner into an alleyway.

All he could hear was silence. It cut through him and filled his head. He tried to move again because he didn’t think that he would be able to stand the silence anymore. When he shuffled his feet pain shot like a firework through his chest. His vision had adjusted to the dark now and the remains of the taxi car surrounded him like a bird’s nest. Again thinking about the taxi driver Tyler was able to shuffle to his feet trying to ignore the pain thundering like a rainstorm in his chest. Putrid smells filled his nose causing him to throw up again. This time all over his leg. Trying to shake it off pain again swarmed in his chest. Now that he was up he was going to try and find Derek. Or what was left. He followed the smell leading him through the dark. Suddenly, the smell surrounded him. Coming off more strongly than before. This time he followed it to the

Zara let out a frightening shriek as the black-masked stranger dragged her out of her farm house. She felt like her arms were being pulled off, she couldn’t help but scream due to the excruciating pain. The sun was setting and the sky was captivating but she could not think of that now. “Help! Help! Anyone!” Zara howled as loud as she could, but no one seemed to hear her. She could not stand the pain and slowly her senses drained away and she fell into unconsciousness.

A child with round, rosy cheeks scampers over to me a little while later. He peers into my eyes and tilts his head to the side. It’s as if I’m an unknown creature he’s seeing for the first time. He brings a gloved hand close to my face, but before he can touch me a shout is heard from behind him. He’s tugged away from me

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" he said aloud, only to gasp as a small object brushed against his leg.

As I’m standing up to get ready for school, I remember the alcohol in the garage refrigerator and I’m starting to get excited for today. I quietly run upstairs, I unlock the door CLICK goes the lock on the door. I stand there listening for the footsteps, waiting for the angry screaming, I’m facing a lot lately. Gosh, I just can't stop making bad decisions. At least they haven't caught me drinking yet. Hmm, I don't hear anything. I open the door and feel the cold air against my face, it's almost as cold as my heart, I slowly put my casted foot down on the step and instantly feel the shooting pain in my ankle.

“Sorry, mister, for runnin’ into you. I wasn’t looking and…and…” She spoke so rapidly it took all my attention to figure out what she said. The whole speech was directed to her well-worn boots, but I could see the tears racing down her dirty face.