Personal Narrative-Manulaplited By The Ever-Present Ghosts

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

You could tell from the overcoming dark clouds that it was going to be a storm.

and then I took Jackson's car seat upstairs with me because he was still sleeping and I strategized what I was thinking about for volleyball and trying to get a team together. I was sitting up there for about an hour and then Jackson woke up and he was hungry so I got him out of his car seat and we walked

“Aaaah!” The kid ran away screaming. “Gets em’ every time” I chuckle as i walk back toward the graveyard. Now that it’s october, i’m back in a job. My job? Scaring people. Mean, i know, but everyone has to put food on the table. Well, i don’t really need to. Skeletons don’t need food. You heard me right, i’m a skeleton.

Our invisibility is the essence of oppression and until we eliminate that invisibility, people are g pingto be able to perpetuate the lies and myths. You may have lost your way temporarily but do not lose sight of what matters You are confined only by the walls you build yourself Surrender The past haunted me, the present despised me and my future was unheard of.The nal smile he gave me, was laced with pain, which tore my heart into amillion pieces. Conned and neglected, the hollow pain ached inside me, withthe constant articial smile plastered on my pallid face. An aura of greysurrounded the bland bricks imprisoned me, with my back stooped over as if Iwas carrying invisible weights upon them. My only outlet was the dust

Today marks the four-year anniversary of my brother’s suicide, and once again I am haunted.

Imagine you could share a meal with any three people - living or dead. Who would you choose? The three people I would invite is Johnny Depp, My sister, and Poltergeist People. The first because he is an amazing actor and stands as a favorite to both my sister and I, the second I would invite so I can share the great experience with, and the third because she is a favored author to my sister and I, and we'd both love to meet her.

The very first stanzas he states “Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore- and then run?” He uses similes to begin his questioning. The first two lines predict deferred dreams shrink and run, not fully disappear. So it leaves the reader thinking if they are left alone and never touched.

Dead Beauties, you are probably asking yourself why would a jewelry maker put the word deadly in their brand name, well here is why. Making a sun ring that is now a sun pendent I make it so big that my professor told me that it was subway jewelry. At the time I did not get it and needed a friend to tell me it was so that no one would mess with you on the subway. It made no since to me at the time but as the semester went on I started to think about my pieces and how I liked how sharp and big they were. It didn’t accrue to me at the time I could make anything into jewelry, until I had a dream one night. In the dream there were these golden rings attached to a heart chain that was binding a statue of the goddess Venus. When I put the rings on, the statue of Venus was freed and she said to me that these are ring whips. When I woke up the first thing that came out of my mouth

GHOST: I have been having a little rest in my coffin and thinking a little thought. These Americans really need to be taught a lesson. They're simply begging for it. And I am sure I can satisfy. It is a grand plan, thoroughly orchestrated: I begin at midnight, of course, In the master bedchamber where I plan to seize the professor by the ankles, gibber at him from the foot of the bed and stab myself three times in the chest to the sound of slow music.

First, let's look at hell. The Underworld or Land of the Dead all have common similarities of what is known as horrid yet people decide to live their lives in this way for temporary satisfaction. Being raised in a religious setting when growing up has shown me the opportunities available in heaven, with the complexity Hell does portray. It is dark, a place that frightens all, containing an everlasting fire, with a bottomless pit where torturous pain, I read lasts forever like the pain of a woman giving birth. Only in this wretched place of destruction would there be such annihilation. Thankfully many god fearing people do what they can to spread the good word providing all information needed along with proper encouragement for ones who need

I have always felt as if I was running: running from love and happiness, running from pain and misery, and running from distractions and obstacles. Now I see there are some things that I can’t run away from; there is a beast inside of me, an untamable beast, taking residence in my heart and mind. I don't know where this demon originated, but with time, he has gradually taken over my life. I have no friends, I have no family, and I have no reason to exist, but the demon who visits me more often than not, doesn’t want to die; I guess neither do I.

“She had the oddest sense of being herself invisible; unseen; unknown…” (Virginia Woolf). The feeling of invisibility comes in many forms, and is experienced by a majority of people at a point in their lives. The feeling of invisibility can be temporary, as it was for me in second grade, or sadly continue throughout a person’s lifetime. Temporary invisibility can be seen as a realization and lead to positive outcomes and a change of perspective about life. The first time I experienced invisibility was at the young age of seven when I declared my love to my, back then, second grade crush Juan Flores.

I was sick of it so I didn’t do anything I stayed right there in front of the ghost. We were there for a minute and then the ghost finally disappeared. I went around the shack and found a power box, so I opened it and turned on the power. I went back inside and tried the phone again. This time it worked so I called 911 and they said the would be out there in a couple hours.

I don’t really remember this dream, so I’m going to try my best on the one part I do remember. I was in a team where we had to hunt ghosts and I was a psychic. The members that were on my team was Levi (Attack on Titan) and a few other people that I didn’t really recognize. We were on a mission where we had to check out a house.We had just gotten into the house and had searched the whole place.