Personal Narrative-The Coast Of North Carolina

We took a detour to a small, secluded lake that was completely surrounded by thick forests. The snow that blanketed the lake was untouched and it glistened in the soft sunlight. We skied across to the middle of the lake and took a few minutes of silence. In that moment, I felt my whole world flip upside down. It was so quiet I almost felt uncomfortable as I’d never stood in complete and utter silence, but my senses were focused elsewhere; I had so much to

Growing up in rural North Carolina was both a blessing and a curse. My hometown, Fallston, North Carolina, is a tiny town way off the beaten path. Most people speak with a southern accent, are devout christians, vote Republican, think camouflage is a normal fashion pattern, and adore country music. But while I was a child, none of these things were a problem. I never realized how close-minded everyone was or how there were no opportunities for success; I was too concerned with the three most important events of the year: the Fallston FunFest, the Belwood Tractor Pull, and the Cleveland County Fair. However, as I grew older, zeal wore off and reality set in. I started to realize how conservative and restrictive it was. What little Fallston offered,

The only state I have ever known as home is North Carolina. I was born and raised in Charlotte and the only time I have ever moved away was last year to start a new chapter of my life as a college student. Growing up in Charlotte has had such an impact on what I plan to do with my future. As a young child I always thought of Charlotte as the next best thing to New York City. I shortly realized after visiting that was not quite the case. New York City introduced me to a new world of opportunity.

Evening had arrived and everything had been packed away ready for its next use. It had also brought the grim warning of a storm. The sky was brimming with a dark shade of grey and black, making the mood eerily mysterious. A storm was brewing; it was about to blow, just like a volcano about to erupt. Then, “Boom!”. A lightning strike crackled across the sky, one after another. After three lightning strikes a downpour of rain fell from the sky.

When I was one, I couldn't do half the amount of activities and operations I could do today. This is how I've grown to eleven and predictions on what it will be like in ten years.

So my first two weeks at Florida Southern have been exhausting to say the least. One does not really know how flipped their sleep schedule is until they have to wake up early to drive to 8 am classes every other day. The bright side to these days, however, is that I end up making it home by about 11:00 am, where, beforehand, I might have even woken up at this time. I honestly don’t know what I expected from college, but I knew that the college that I planned on attending had a very beautiful campus. Living in the area, you always hear people talking about how world class architecture is located within the city. Florida Southern, along with Publix, and the location between Orlando and Tampa were the reasons everybody talked about

Navigating the menus, she selected her favorite playlist, and reclined in her bed as she put her earbuds in. She let the melodic tones of "In Bloom" by Nirvana wash over her thoughts. She lay there for an indefinite time, almost meditative, in the way she was relaxed: detached, but not quite asleep. She could almost sense the soft moon above her, the merry stars, and the quiet night, gentle

As the airplane touched down in sunny Florida, I knew this will be a start to a new life. Stepping out of the airport, I began to take in my new surroundings in the sunshine state. This state is nowhere near New York, the hot weather gluing onto my skin was just dreadful. Glancing around, I noticed a lot of elderly folks taking their sweet time to travel to their destination. Florida is all about driving, which I was not familiar with at that time. Florida drivers are known for driving slow; the light turns green and then they continue to hold back traffic. The weather is horrible humid and unbreathable; especially with hurricanes and tornadoes that are always lurking. Florida is quite tedious; the beaches makes you weary and make you feel

I sit down and settle myself on the cool metal pipe above the creek. This is my place for peace, my place to take a break from the chaos of life. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the mini waterfall in the creek, the calming tumble of cascading droplets. I can feel my heartbeat slowing and my breaths deepening as I forget all of my troubles.

There are many beaches in North Carolina but, the beach I think we should visit is Outer Banx (OBX). OBX has warm ocean water and soft sand. We could also try to find amazing shells. After that, if we are hungry we can pick from a lot of outstanding food.

Starting this journey, Capt. and I knew we had friends to visit all along the Eastern seaboard and we were so looking forward to seeing them all. We spent time with friends in Wrightsville Beach and the next friends to visit are in Charleston. Before we even pulled in, I sent emails and track down my dear friends it had been too long since I had seen. We all still had to go to work so we planned to spend Friday evening together. It would be dinner and getting reacquainted. I wanted to show off our beautiful home so we planned hors d’oeuvres on the boat and then dinner together someplace they would know to be good.

Silence clings in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. And as the sunlight cascades down on him unhindered, the rain clenches to his skin as if it can feel his desolation and the way it seems to pulsate through his entire body.

now taking notice that it was darker than i thought i looked up to view the sky faded light in the distance casting a blue hue over head as it show through stormy blue clouds.. It looked fairly early before closing my bag i searched for my cheap cell phone i had bought with money earned from my shitty part time job at subway not like i really needed a phone its not like i actually have friends , once i reached the object in mind i scanned my eyes upon the screen seeing the time to be 5:07 am, as i put my phone away and stood up balancing my bag on my aching sholder i felt a chilling mist wet drops slowly began falling ... Great. Hell,I need a shower anyways besides there was something i found peaceful about rain most people would probably disagree

Beatrice and I stopped by a creek for a short rest; we lay together under a tree and l looked up somehow mesmerized by the dark clouds, lost in my own thoughts I fell into a deep slumber. Unaware of the time I woke up dumbstruck as heavy rain shoots down from the sky and gustily wind pushing hard against my face with the sound of thunder crackling all around me. Beatrice and I struggling to get up we hurried to our carriage and quickly took refuge, with our clothes wet and damp we waited for the unforgiving rain to end. With much luck the horrific storm lasted for only a couple more minutes which was a huge relief but had made us fallen behind schedule. We step out of the carriage soaking wet as we hurried to change and quickly continued with no time to spare.

I had woken up in feeling very gusto that day all because my first volleyball practice was supposed to start today. It was a nice cool fall morning with red, orange, and golden leaves scattered all over the ground, in the trees, and filling the air. I walked outside and felt the cool, crisp air expand around my body. My breath was thin and clear as I released each breath. Stepping into the car, my