Personal Narrative: Teresópolis

Where I come from it's taking pride in your yard, knowing every single one of your neighbors, and leaving doors unlocked because there isn’t a thing to worry about. I find comfort in that small town feel, and I am more than proud to be from good ol’ Warrenton, Indiana. Here, we are just a wee bit shy of being big enough to be on a map, but we have a name and we have town lines. Within those lines nearly two hundred people have found a home, and thanks to Mr.Dave Gruible our community is steadily flourishing. There are now three subdivisions on the rise in addition to the church, salon, family restaurant, and campgrounds that nestled into the area years ago.

A crew of men came aboard my land, all beaten up and exhausted from the previous day. Their leader heroically sent some scouts to run around our island but unfortunately for them; they were the appetizers for our main dish. You see we’re what you call “cannibal giants” and to survive we rely on oblivious newcomers or potential washed up humans. Which is why I sent my daughter, Artacia there to lure them back to us but to their misfortune, she led them to my home where I then called for all the other Laestrygonians. My fellow Laestrygonians immediately started to rush their skulls and eat their insides, large heaps of boulders were being thrown right after. Although a few humans got away, at least tonight we’re

Even though I have not been all around the world, I consider myself a traveler, particularly when I travel to Greece to visit family. People there know I am not Greek just by the way I carry myself, and I can't decide if it's good or bad that I stick out. My olive skin tone and brown almond-shaped eyes may look Greek, but I don’t act Greek. I don’t even speak the language fluently. My broken sentences aren't a problem when it comes to making friends because Greeks convey their emotions with expressive hands gestures. Even though everyone there is friendly, I still feel like an outsider. The language barrier and my American cultural mindset isolate me, but both allow me to see Greece differently than the locals and to become introspective.

The evening temperature was perfect for walking arm-in-arm with my handsome Italian husband. It felt magical as we meandered through the historic streets and piazzas taking pictures and window shopping. Freshly made sandwiches, bruschetta, pasta dishes and sausages ready to be devoured were displayed in the windows of self-service eating establishments everywhere. We shared a pizza and a carafe of red wine in an outdoor Trattoria, caffè and a dolce in another. We were delighted to be in Italy again. Being here made us realize how much we have missed this fantastic, congenial country. We watched flocks of pigeons as they entertained children in the piazzas amidst the bustle of people strolling by, stopping to admire a street artist’s work,

It was not normal for my parents to agree to go on vacation with the whole family. Especially on such short notice. But, we did agree to go. We did agree to pack our bags. We did agree to the twenty hours it would take us to reach Los Angeles. However, nobody realized what they were getting themselves into. At least, I did not, at the time.

A town of Monstropolis exists in the parallel world only. But its citizens do not worry about it. They get energy for town using screams of the real human children. For this purpose, there is a power station in the city. Here, the monsters who scare children work hard. But all this system works if children stay in their real world and do not enter the parallel

Let’s begin with a typical flashback story. It was a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. As she was saying goodbye to her father, Angela felt as though something was a little eerie. She heard a thunderous noise that was quite common back in the Oklahoma fields, but this time it rattled the entire house and that was rather unusual. Asking her father with great concern, she knew something dreadful had happened. “He told me it was something in the field behind his house, but it shook the house and that has never happened before” (Lira). She turned on the TV and switched to the news channel to see the news anchor broadcasting “BREAKING NEWS” across the screen.. At 9:02 a.m., a rental truck packed with explosives parked in front

A place that changed my life was when I returned to Indiana for the second time. I felt very free, there weren't any very big buildings around me. There were only small houses and a big area that I could run around in. I wasn't very used to a big and open space where I could do whatever I wanted to. I was used to having many buildings around me that were tall instead of small and the buildings that did not take up as much space. Returning to Indiana changed how I viewed the world. When I was little, I used to think that I was trapped in a place with very little room to run in. I discovered a place that had a lot of space for me to be active.

I look around and I see an astonishing mansion. We were in one of his many living rooms, and this one had dark grey walls, brown recliners that look fresh out of the store. On the walls there were Four ultra HD TVs that covered the whole wall. This was the greatest man cave I have ever been in. The games that were on were the Clippers playing the Timberwolves, the Heat playing the Pacers and the Lakers playing the Celtics. The last game was on commercial break.

Summer 2014 was one to remember. I spent three weeks in Illinois with my cousin, Anna, who was two years younger than I at the time. Meaning I was 17 and she was just a mere 15 years old. Most people would think that since I’m older I would be the one to corrupt her and insist that we do wild and crazy things. However, it was quite the opposite.

Both the properties are considered as top-notch Assisi hotels for rejuvenating their stay in the city and bask in the comforts of truly breath-taking, majestic, and charming atmosphere. These Assisi hotels represent an unremitting dialogue connecting the complicity of the city’s past with the liveliness of its modern design. Upscale rooms, sophisticated décor, and private balconies corroborate indelible memories.

Placing my hands on the cool railing, I wrapped my fingers around thick pool and gripped it tight. I felt my skin being glossed with a light breeze. Breathing out a satisfied sigh, I allowed my eyes to gaze over the partially illuminated city. A warmth in my chest brought a grin to my lips. The sun was low, radiating a soft orange glow that peaked behind the buildings so I could only see their silhouettes. A thought came to my mind. Where else am I gonna get a view like this? Boring Des Moines, Iowa? I needed to relocate myself. Here, maybe. I stood there until the shimmering beauty was going, going, going, gone.

The forecast today was as cold as Antarctica, and the snow plummeted down onto terrain that was as slippery as an ice rink. My heart pumping blood to comfort my frostbitten ears, I rushed through the rigid winter wonderland. If I made one wrong turn my snowboard would make me pay for it. The area I needed to go to was inconspicuous because the pine trees that fluttered in the breeze, blocked the view. I started to falter when there was a huge blast of wind that nearly pushed me back up the mountain. I finally saw an opening and dashed for it like arrow heading towards its target. Once I made it through, I maneuvered my way down the slope. Now at the bottom of the mountain, I looked up at what I had accomplished and thought of how thrilling

My uncle picked me up and I left the place I grew up. I left my family, my friends, and my two dogs and moved to Colorado to live with my dad and his family. This affected me terribly because my grades dropped. If it wasn’t for my first year in Paramount and taking Game Development at Warren Tech, I would’ve had less than a 2.667 GPA. During this whole time, I isolated myself and stayed in my room, playing video games as an escape. I met my two best friends during this time, John and Triston who kept my head up during my many breakdowns. Thank god for my Dad because he kept trying to get me out of my shell for the 3 years I was in high school. By the time I finally started accepting what happened, I graduated high school. I didn’t know what

It was a beautiful representation of everything that made my life in Novato perfect: waves were crashing on the beach, the sun was setting out at sea, my stomach was full of hamburger and salt and vinegar chips, and most importantly, ten of my closest friends were surrounding me, all laughing and enjoying this moment together. I believed that nothing in the world could be better than this. Then, one sleepless night and one sleep-filled car ride later, I was walking down the sidewalk away from my father and my life back home, toward a building mostly full of complete strangers and what I had been informed was going to be the most academically challenging experience of my life. And I felt wonderful.