Personal Narrative-Ecstasy

have realized that I have made a journey from darkness to redemption along with the author. Look in

A hot and blistering day, no clouds insight as the sun beams my face. So excruciating, my face smells like burnt trash. As I am waiting for the bus to pass by, there are several children playing on the swings across the street. The bus arrives and off I go heading to a town known for "Hope". As I arrive to the town of Plateros. I marched like wild fire to the temple. The journey, not an easy journey because I had to push and shove people out of the way just to get to the temple. It seems if I was back in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Finally, as I stand at the front gates which happens to be massive? So massive they appeared to be touching the sky. I strolled through the gate and notice all the stairs just to get to the top. I remember the time of the Aztec 's pyramids where they would do human sacrifices for their Gods. As I make my way up the stairs like a captive. Once at the top of the stairs I stood this beautiful temple and what caught my eye was the outer structure.

I found relaxing bamboo flute music on YouTube when I was doing bad in school. This soothing flute music helped me to control all my built up energy. I feel like this music helped me to concentrate and it also helped me focus. It was during the middle of freshman year I realized that I had a lot of trouble concentrating so I looked up relaxing music. Once I heard the bamboo flute I felt it calm me down. Like when I listen to this music I can concentrate better. When ever I am upset or angry I put this song on and my feelings just go away, it's like the music puts me into a dreamland. Growing up I always would have a hard to paying attention and concentrating but when I heard the bamboo flute I felt like it changed me.

Running as fast I can to get to safety from the crackling fire. Everyone around me is scared some people are running around fighting and yelling all I hear is Ahhh. Others are on the floor crying and don't know what to do this whole situation is the scariest thing that ever happened in my life me myself is trembling inside all I'm trying to do is get to the lake.everywhere I'm goings building crumbling and falling all I hear is skirr boom I'm scared something's gonna fall on me. I walk down the street and I have seen a burned up dead body on the floor I can smell the burnt up flesh I was disgusted and scared. I asked myself will happen to me. I'm a couple blocks away from the lake I'm so happy. Then I turn around and see a shadowy figure

Suddenly I could feel my infernal demise, echoes of my own anguished screams of torment. I could feel as the heat melted my flesh from my bones. I closed my eyes tight, welcoming the silence of death soon to come. I yearned for my suffering to end, and yet an end did not come. Suddenly my anguish transformed into a worse pain. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into the huge crimson eyes of the beast that was tearing my flesh from my bones with it's

“Hi friend,” Rick called with a wide grin as she eased down next to him, pulling her jacket tighter around herself.

“I have been getting eaten alive by those darn bugs, at least when we go to the islands there won't be as many,” stated my mom.

Please tell me again Why do I keep coming back I don't wanna do this anymore Coming back to you is like ecstasy One taste and I want more Let me take a breath I am ready to let you go You are bad for me But I always ask for more I get lost in the deep You are the only drug I need

A bus pulls up to a gravelly parking lot, no buildings in sight except a small building with a sign with a very unusual name, “Icthus”. Icthus is a Christian summer camp I go to every summer, and its is one of my favorite places in the wold. Whenever I walk around camp it fill my head with some of my happiest memories. First, I enter the Ichtus Worship Building, I can still hear the sound of praise to The Lord, a very familiar sound to me. After a little bit of walking, I come up to the kitchen, just by looking at it I get hungry for the buttery and soft mashed potatoes. Around a mile away from the kitchen is the fire pit, where night worship meets. I can almost smell the burned wood in the fire and feel the comforting warmth of the fire.

I wash my hands after taking off my shoes in the big steeled sink with a mirror. As I squirted the hand soap the fruity smell tangled me in this world full of fruits such as apples and strawberry whose mixture I never I never imagined of, and got me thinking what the journey laid ahead. As I walk into the big hall with red carpet I see many people sitting where the females are sitting on the left side and the males on the right. In the middle is where the Guru Granth Sahib (holy book) covered with colorful cloth where people bend in front of the holy book onto the white fury rug that is soft as fur in a jacket or coat. After, I seek the blessings I walk to get offerings from this elderly man sitting at the end of the hall with a big steel pan that is kept warm because of the heater under it. As I follow the teenage girl, I bend down to get the offerings known as Karah Prashad, and the smell of the butter, and sugar flew into my nose without even notice. As I ate the parshad I felt the butter, sugar, and flour melt into my mouth and I cleaned my hand with the white napkin that is given as we take the prashad. After, I leave the main hall I enter the langar hall where food is

I felt happy about the game I thought it was very interesting and eye opening. The practice and simulation of real life situations was quite the brain storm. I did very well by my own standards I was able to survive, surprisingly but at the same time I was not very surprised since I was thought on how to spend money effectively. My streets smart helped me survive a lot because I come from a poor country, and no my family was fortunate enough to live a good life in a poor country. But I was still around people who were hungry, begging, and homeless. Through these experiences I’ve developed street smarts, and I was able to effectively put it in to this exercise. If I was a single parent, and had no money I would use a lot of resources that are

A moment passed, and a primitive instinct in me told me he had died. My dreamer had dropped out of his body-sack and moved on. Yet his arms still moved. His chest still rose and fell with breath. Fingers still shook as they held fast to my shoulder. Above all, a single thought reared itself above the hordes.

I see them from the darkness. Having fun, living happily with the sins that they have committed. An uncontrollable emotion comes over me, then I make my move. My arms engulfed them, squeezing them until they break. I could hear every bone in their body breaking with each excruciating second. My body soon after covered in blood. A child screaming behind me. I approach him, his whole body on the floor shaking with fear, eyes swelled with tears by the sight of the pulverized bodies on the ground and the river of blood. Sadness came over me as seeing the child's horrified face reminded me of my own. I turned around slowing disappearing into the darkness leaving the child petrified.

ing started to change.It was a dark day and the sky was threatening to pour out tears of rain that would drown the village.I was running to the shelter of my house when I ran right into him almost falling over.He caught me before I hit the ground and looked down at me as he held me away from the ground at a slight angle.He looked at me with the dark desire of demon and I knew what he was right away.He was not a mortal but a demon in the guise of a mortal man.” Suddenly you see a young man with long black hair and piercing black eyes comes into view.He is laughing as he faces a beautiful young woman with long black hair,soft frightened eyes, and soft features so unlike those of the seer before you, but after a moment of thinking you realize that she is the seer in front of you.You gasp softly in surprise and keep watching.The scene changes into that of a dark looming forest at night and the seer voice says softly in the same hypnotic voice“It was later on that night the rain started to fall and I followed him and his followers into the forest.What I saw was horrifying and changed me forever.One of his newest followers who had not started to change was tied up in the middle of a satanic symbol blindfolded with a piece of crimson silk.She fought against her bindings as he was chanting his pitch black eyes gleaming watching her struggle as if against an unseen enemy.As he continued to chant the young girl started to scream as if in pain as she was surrounded but a putrid black

As I drifted into sleep that night, I delve head first into the realm my mind had created. Rather than simply seeing, I remembered snippets, clips, small images of the events that had occurred at tonights festivities. Thanasis ' joking, Tases ' silver ring, and the odd man who sat in the corner of the hall, hood pulled far over his head, thereby shielding his face from anyone who might pay him attention. I hadn 't thought much of him, just a lone man, I had thought, and gone about the nights high spirited enjoyments. But something kept pulling me back, urging me to look again. Another image, the man was closer now, standing. I tried my best to avoid staring, but he didn 't seem real. He was there, in spirit perhaps, but something about the edges of his form blurred and rippled. It was as though he were only an image, and not substantial. I hadn 't expected to see him again, having paid him so little attention in the first place. I felt uncomfortable. I felt his gaze and realised that even though I was dreaming, it was unlike any dream I had ever had before. People about me buzzed and chatted, linked arms and drank, while this man, this stranger, moved closer and closer. I couldn 't stop watching him, and I found myself unable to move - wether by fear or by the act of some malignant magic, I had no idea.