Personal Narrative-The Demons

My legs are running, my breath is heavy, and I'm scared out of my mind. I feel like it's been days since I've started running from this demon. Trying to hide won't do me any good, it knows where I am always, its piercing red eyes and serpentine tongue can see and smell me for miles. I can hear it laughing in a deep yet somehow high voice from at least a mile away. This dark road has led me on for what I still believe might be days, and to no avail might I add. Then as I keep running, I hear the demon’s alien-like yell not too far from me, I see a red door in the distance, and I immediately sprint towards it.

My eyes pop open to the sound of my phone blaring “Turn my Swag on” by Soulja Boy. Hesitantly, I roll out of bed to see the sun- whispering through my window- promising me another warm day. Knowing that I had to be out of the door in thirty minutes, I swiftly dressed myself, chugged my morning smoothie, grabbed my bag, and ran out the door. While departing form my house to Atlanta, a journey I had done too many times too count, I recall the first time that I had made this very trip.

Our story begins as I am picked up from GMB. Keep in mind that in order to be hired by them you need to be in physical shape and no disabilities of any kind. So you're basically their toy. For example an assassination of someone very important.You are used to do their dirty work and in return you get nothing. Alright so as soon as I step out of my house i'm rushed by men in black suits. I am already well aware that it was GMB coming at me so as I am a highly trained for situation like this I fought back hoping I would make it out alive but as i'm thinking this I get hit in the back of the head and i'm out.

Hi I am Connie the kinda friendly monster. It all started when my papa Fisher lost his daughter to a tornado hitting her school I meant to get them all back. I as made from ¾ human and ¼ killer monster. The genetics where strange. He told everyone “I will make a monster that will kill all your dreams” for many it was their children. The monster was me. He told his sisters and she just told him “I know you miss her it's ok we will get through the this together.” Said Tilly “But, what if doesn't I want everyone to feel the pain I did when they called and told me my daughter was the one out of five hundred kids that got killed by the tornado.” Said Fisher. “ Why would you

Bright and early on my fifth birthday, my family and I uprooted our lives in Florida and traveled here to Georgia. Memories of Florida are hazy, but if I were to describe the past years here in Georgia in a single word, bold and in all caps would be the word “struggle.” We came here chasing a dream, the dream of a prosperous future in the booming automotive industry. Unfortunately that dream shattered to pieces, and like a barrier, we endured the shrapnel.

I have felt discriminated on lately during the night when Kiran and I have found a system that works and she has backed out on. Kiran has guilted you into believing her lies. Saying she is scared of the episode in Supernatural when I can 100% assure you it is not even remotely scary. Also how can she know it is scary when she has not even seen it. Again, like you yelled at me not to argue when it is my night and you said “If you are going to bed you don't need to be watching it, you should be going to sleep.” That night she put on Minions and immediately turned her back to the Television, which is what exactly what I did. Why should I have to give up some of my only time in the week to pick the movie when I have to put up with her

It was a dry and hot desert night in memphis Dave had been planning this heist for months now, and tonight was the perfect night to go through with the plan. He wanted the Serpents Spear for a man which he only knew as Amar had given him an offer he couldn’t resist, and he knew he could do it I mean he had done it before it was just this time it was going to be a lot more difficult and if he got caught he would be in serious trouble. Was the money Dave needed for his family to have the life they deserved worth it? After 3 sleepless nights Dave decided he would go through the risk was worth it his children deserved more, he deserved more, and he wasn’t just going to continue sitting around at his boring accountant job waiting for what he needed to give his family what they deserve. He was going to go and get it.

I hailed a cab around 10:30pm in the Murray Hill area. I was headed towards times square for a drink and maybe some trade if I was in the mood. Traffic getting over there was dreadful, even for New York. I finally got to the front of the Tonic Bar & Restaurant and walked inside. It was a familiar scene, the new faces of tourists all around, perfect for me to make some quick and easy cash. A guy approached me. He’s maybe 6’1”, dark hair, brown eyes, nice body, didn’t smile much but I’m used to that. He offered to buy me a drink so I ordered a martini. Dry. We got to talking and he seemed alright. I’ve seen his type before. Business man, divorced, no children. It got later as we talked some more and one martini turned into 5 or 6, I don’t remember

The music was blaring. It sounded like the music of a late nightclub. I couldn’t focus. I’ve never been a good multitasker. It’s impossible to listen to music and write an essay at the same time. My eyes glanced to the side to check Mira’s half of the dorm. Of course, she wasn’t there.

The doubts I had turned out to just be thoughts in my head. This warm, sunny morning I could feel my heart beating through my chest. My hand was shaking as I opened the door of my mom’s car. I felt like time was going by slow and I wanted everything to be over. I arrived and it didn’t seem much like a school. A building with not many windows, doors, and no kind of sign it was a school. A gray striped building that kind of looked like a warehouse. The parking lot was massive; it was big compared to the school. As I walked in through the main entrance, I felt this was already a miserable start to the worst school year in my life. I got to my class and sat down. I felt people’s eyes staring at me strangely. The situation already felt awkward

I had never felt so relieved once I was outside of that house. It almost felt as good as the Saturday the week of my high school graduation. The feeling of some great weight being lifted off my shoulders when I sat in my seat on the bus on my way out of my home state to college was so overwhelming that I had cried. Some of those on the bus spoke soothing words to me, but for the wrong reason. I wasn't crying because I was leaving home, I was crying because I was happy to be able to escape and unbelievable horrendous daily existence. My nightmare had finally come to an end, so I had believed.

I wake up one quiet eerie morning to the sound of my parents yelling and screaming.

A time where I was frightened beyond belief was about a month ago after I had seen the new Steven Spielberg movie “It”. I was on the Scarborough High School turf after a soccer game with three of my friends. Unfortunately, my friend’s grandmother was late to pick us up, and they ended up turning off the lights at the turf. It was the darkest black and smelled of mist and grass; it made me feel apprehensive. In addition, it did not help that the most unclear fog you have ever seen happened to be clouding the air that gloomy night. After seeing “It”, my friend Lindsay decided to jump on top of a sewer and holler out, “You’ll float too! You’ll float too!” Of course, my other friends and I decided to join her on top of the sewer screaming,

these awful eyes, and oh, the things ive done with these terrible hands. If i could take back all I've done, i would, but its far too late for that. i could feel the

After I had realized I was a putrid, horrifying monster, I drifted back to the crypt I once existed in. I had realized that I didn’t belong outside of the grave and wanted to return. I attempted to open up the stone slab door to go back in, but it was no use. The stone door was slammed shut. I fell laid back on the hard floor looking at the stars in the sky through a huge crack in the roof of the castle. I gazed, looking up at the sky for hours