Personal Narrative-False Advertising

The last sounds I recall hearing were three deafening bangs, and one boom. I remember spinning rapidly through what seemed like a never-ending hole of eerie darkness. My sassy, independent self was frightened, so I closed my eyes and prayed that I would live to see the next day. I eventually gained the courage to open my eyes, and continued to lie numb on the street, utterly confused. I kept wondering where I was, and even what day it was. I cautiously stood up as the cold drizzle continued to pour down all around me, collecting in crevices across the long, cobblestone street. I glanced down at my clothes, and saw they were destroyed by mud that had been splattered by passing horses. I continued to survey my surroundings , and that is when

The coldness all around me as I step outside my car. The dark clouds hug far above my head. As I prepare myself for the challenge that lies ahead. It was the middle of the winter and the trees looked like twigs. As I walk around the leaves crunching under my boots. I carry a camera as I head toward the creepy, noisy house. The singing of James inside the car could be heard all over the country. I keep walking forward to get a better look at this house I could see the paint wearing off and the windows boarded up. I look at my phone in horror and realize that it's close to dead. Thunder boomed over my head as rain started to come down. I walk up to the gate and open it. The gate creaked open and I look upon the yard. The grass was dead the stone path looked like pebbles. The house looked fragile as if it was about to collapse I gulped down my fear as I push onward.

The cold water from condensation went through my glove as I wiped the seat. I thought to myself, “What a stupid choice. My gloves are now wet and I have a ten-minute ride home so they will likely freeze“. Then the warmth of the sun hit me. The clouds had cleared and offered up from behind the wall which it had been hidden, my favorite object−the sun! I had not seen it for almost two weeks and to feel the warmth on the back of my neck was a much needed mental boost. The wonderful heat, cut like a hot knife through butter, and helped the humidy level go

I am in two extra curricular activities, wrestling, and I am an actor in the drama dept. play called

There have been quite a few times where I lied because I thought I would get into trouble. There is one I can vividly remember. It wasn't major but it changed my view on lying. It was when I was in the sixth grade. It was my first year in middle school and everything was new. Math was a lot more challenging. I had a different teacher than I had before in previous years. Math has always been challening. I walked into class on the first day and I was nervouse. I got the general idea of the topics the teacher was teaching. I do the homework just fine. The teacher announce we have our very first test. I studied all weekend. I thought I knew the material and I walked in, waiting to take the test. I thought it was easy and I thought I would do well.

I have never worked retail before this internship. Everything that I am going to learn is all new me. The department that I was assigned to work in is Cabinet and Appliances. The managers I am learning under is Joe and Heather.

The whole town was regarding me as some sort of hussie. Most of the people around me believed the fact that my husband was long passed and yet, they condemned me. They must not have understood what I had endured. I had overcome so many trials and tribulations, yet they persecuted me for a slip of judgement. That prison cell offered nothing but respite from the judging gaze that the others had taken to giving me. My daughter and I were waiting until the rest of our punishment was given to us. I worried about my safety, but moreso my dear baby’s. I didn’t know what they would do to her and I hoped it was nothing too severe. My escort to punishment arrived as I got my bearings back. I had finally gotten to feel the sunlight on my skin after however long I had been in that cell.

Moving is very extremely difficult especially when you are saying goodbye to friends, you have become accustomed to since you were able to talk; but Sometimes It may turn out pleasant because you will meet people that you will become extremely close with; although you are abandoning your old friends . You can still Have some form of communication with them .

I was at a gathering with some of my Christian brothers and sisters. We were discussing politics. It was clear the group was not found of Donald Trump, but they loathed Hillary Clinton. I said in a solemn tone, “There has been a significant rise of deception and falsehood that has taken place in our culture in the last few months. People are losing either their ability and/or desire to separate truth from fiction. This is just the beginning. It’s going to get worse in the coming days.” Somebody, perhaps sensing I was referring to Trump, spoke up saying, “It’s been that way for a long time. It was just as bad when Bill Clinton was in office.” (She proved my point.) No — It was not just as bad. When he lied about his affair with Monica Lewinski, the country was outraged. The man was subject to impeachment proceedings because of a single lie. Donald Trump’s lies are so commonplace they have become almost endearing to the public; almost, “cute”. Trump makes Bill Clinton look like a choir boy. Both were philanderers. With Clinton, it was

At the speed of 45 between the intersecting of Rich Lane and University Street, my eyes were flashed by the bursting sunlight from my rearview mirror. My depth perception was rattled by my tainted eyes, and I could not readjust them back in order before blinking. After a brief moment, I finally attuned my eyes and I gathered that I drifted closer to the right side of the road. Likewise out of the corner of my right eye, I notice a strange object fifteen feet headed to the right of the truck. I focused more upon the black object before it disappeared out of my sight and departed underneath the hood of the truck. It was

The more I thought about it everything started to change... everything started to fade and become blurry, everything was coming down the birds went silent the water stopped moving the sun stopped shining all was still even the breeze died. I didn't understand what was going on. nothing made sense... everything started to get cold and i felt not at peace any more but cold and dark everything got a negative feeling, almost like a heavy gravity. It started to get hard to see everything as it got darker and darker and colder and colder. The wind picked up but this time it was different it was cold bitter, it was bone chilling... it sent a cold chill straight up my back, at that point I was cold and just wanted to go home. so I stood up from the stump and looked down to see the ground cracking and cracking quickly. My very heart started racing and my mind sank I was scared, so I ran but it felt hopeless the darkness just kept creeping in closer and closer. The ground just kept breaking under my feet and my feet were sore and

Elvin and I were driving our normal route on I- 30, it was just like every other day. Then the darkness of the night began to consume the day and the clouds canvas the moon. Though it was a normal night there was nobody else on the road. Then all of the sudden two headlight emerged in our lane of the road while we were turning a curve. Then all of the sudden terror struck.

The sun was scorching, screaming with heat. Sweat pouring out of each one of us like a splash park. With heavy tired feet each of us got out of the resting car. My sister and I got out last, locking the car up as we left. We stepped in the rest stop, as the cool air hits our faces, we awe. Pacing ourselves we trail on to the restroom. After we freshened ourselves up we sadly went back out to the overheated van, but when we came out it appeared to be the van was no longer there. In anger and sadness I wondered, where did they go, did they leave us here in the heat of a random rest stop!?!? Then a mysterious faint voice came peering out of the shadows. Once this mysterious voice showed itself I had a concern. This creature was in all black:

Although most of my time spent there is a blur due to prescription drugs and repression I do clearly remember my moment of “awakening”. The earliest memory I have was living with my mother in Brooklyn on 105th street in the suburban version of the projects. This glorious day wasn’t a storybook some positive romanticized experience or the realization I was a gay (we’ll get to that later). No this was far more important than that it was the day I was punched in the face. Although I don’t condone violence I will say it was an important day because I woke up and also learned the importance of words and the power they have. My power for manipulation was born on this day and I received plenty of opportunities to try it out this new found skill.

As I stepped outside, it was frosty and I felt cold. The continuous rain and dismalness of the weather fills me with gloomy thoughts. I walked around the neighbourhood, and even managed not to get lost, but my eyes kept drawing me to the dead forest right next to my house. It had a peculiar spiritual connection with me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was like something in the forest was calling my name to come. Without further ado, I walked through the shrubby path and into the mystical