Personal Narrative-The Ignorance Of Real Animals

Looking across the pastures and gently rolling hills of the farm, broken up into rectangles by barbed wire fences, I see dots of black where cows graze. Farther away in another pasture two spots of chestnut makeup horses, sleeping in the bright sun. Another horse, whose gleaming copper coat spotted with brown and white shines in the light, is slowly walking around his pasture looking for the perfect place to eat. I take a deep breath of rich air and smell the earthy scent of dirt, manure, and animals. Tall, green grass gently dances in the warm breeze. Birds flit across the sky, landing in the branches of large oak trees and a white cat creeps through the fescue, searching for her afternoon snack.

In my dream, my mum and I were in my grandma's house, which sorta morphed into my mum and I’s house., and we noticed some weird things going on. In the fridge there was little black bugs crawling around in the crisper for veggies, and around a bit near the food. Then those bugs got bigger and it was really gross and scary. So then these bugs turned into these weird looking cats in the crispers, and when you opened the fridge, they'd come out from the back of the crisper - I guess because there was light in the fridge for them to actually see around when we opened the fridge. They had weird eyes, and some had weird designs on them in their fur. They basically looked like evil nightmare cats. Their eyes would change a lot, they got slightly bigger, and the cats were trying to get out of the fridge but they

“How? I… We thought you had…” he trails off, his smile fading, and his hand finds the back of his neck.

When we got back to the house, I checked to see if the tuna I had placed on the deck for the disappearing cat was left unmolested. But, to my surprise, there it was, right where I had left it only being eaten. But it wasn’t being munched on by the white cat with orange ears that I’d found hiding out in the back of our shed. This was a completely different cat. Its fur was pitch black, and it had compellingly piercing-green eyes. Gauging from the petite size of it, I thought it might be a female which I was then later able to

I many great times at my house. When I am at home I do many things one of the things I like to do the most is play video games other on my PlayStation or on my computer. When I play on my computer there is this program called steam. Steam is an interactive game store that has all of your favorite games. Depending on how good your computer is depends which games you will be able to play. You can build your own computer just for gaming. This peticular task could be very difficult depending on what you know. The most I important things you will need is a way to power the computer a cooling system, processors, graphics card and other important items. You could just buy a computer meant for gaming but sometimes those are overpriced and don't have very good graphics cards and processors. When console gaming there is a big difference becuase all you need to do is go to your local GameStop and pick up some games to play with your brand new console and play with some friends or play singelepalyer.

The summer of 2008 I spent most of my time with my three friends Josh, Jalen, and Carson. We would bike, wrestle, explore the woods on the fourwheeler and much more to keep ourselves occupied. However, on one chilly day our playfulness created something so bad I could not own up to it.

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

Have you ever had a thought in your mind where it comes out of nowhere and hits you like a freight train? An idea so amazing that you’d stop at nothing to make it happen. A couple weeks ago we started a group project in English class called “Social Monsters”. Each group had to choose a “monster” that plagued the world today from a disturbing alphabet video. My group, me, Harvey and Ben, choose world hunger as our monster.

Karen sat at the table near the window again looking at the pretty cherry blossom outside. She had just managed to make breakfast before the restaurant closed as she’d slept in, June had taken the others to visit Camargue Nature Park for the day, declining the offer to accompany them insisting instead that she’d planned a day of relaxing and walking around Le Marche d’Arles, a collection of flea and street markets. She finished her orange juice and headed off into the vibrant market. It was busy as the streets bustled with people bartering to get a good deal. There were musicians and dancers. Karen felt a little vulnerable walking around on her own, her French wasn’t great and people were pushing and shoving about everywhere,

What does it mean to be human? Firstly, I am quite sure this answer is a personal one and individuals may answer in various unique ways. We all have our personal set of values, ethics and belief. Given that I am quite spiritual, I strongly believe that God gave us unique gifts and talents to be of service and value to this earth. Furthermore, Bob Marley was spiritual as well. Through the story of his life, I realized some of my gifts and was reminded of some of the purposes I was already aware. Moreover, to be human-in the simple terms- can be broken it a few tenants, which include: the progressive and continual process of learning, the need to seek beauty and belonging to a culture. The aforementioned tenants are not listed in order of value

When someone is a child they don’t often see the issues of the world or even their family. Ignorance truly is bliss as a child; especially when the American dream isn’t so close to home. There isn’t a lot I wouldn’t have given up to be able to say I experienced the security and sound lifestyle that a lot of people think of about this dream.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow. Boy does it suck! I am burdened with what the Buddhists call ‘monkey mind’. Thoughts that swing from kingdom to kingdom, stopping only to scratch, spit and howl. Unharnessed, unruly, undisciplined. Drunken monkeys rule my head, jumping, screeching, chattering, all clamouring for their share of attention.

The thought of becoming a tiger transpired when I came across Colorado College as I was researching school with the best psychology programs. I was drawn instantly to Colorado College by its high psychological ranking, academic standards, and stunning scenery. After this discovery, I engaged in a mission of research to find out whether Colorado College was for me. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that I was meant to be a tiger. Colorado College had everything I wanted and needed in a school; my selected major, a marvelous atmosphere, and a remarkably diverse student body and activities. Even though I have never visited Colorado, unfortunately, I have seen so many pictures, heard so many tales and have researched the great possibilities

Monkeys love fun yet I can not. We are two peels of the same banana floating in the vast blue sea of space. We travel great distances across the stars using yellow rocketships to find our way home.

It was and endless repetition of when we jump dog bites our feet through the tramp. When out of nowhere the dog jumps on. Uh! Oh! We all thought. They all huddled together and I was face to face with the growling beast. It felt like it was slow motion. My friends moving like a snail towards each other each step louder and slower than the other. I saw them look towards me and their smile was changing. What was it changing into? Oh no their face looked worried. Scared to turn my head in the direction they were staring at it was Brooklyn’s dog. He was flying through the air. His feet one by one landed on the tramp, and making the tramp scream as if he was a roller coaster making people scream. There standing was the beast. I felt like it was a stare down. Neither one of us dared to blink and then the dog blinked. When he was barely going to close his eye I decided to move a little away from where he was staring. He noticed he hurried and opened his eyes. He lunged forward towards me. Then BOOM!!!! I was tackled by the dog. I immediately went into a ball. As scared as I was I couldn’t let my friend’s dog hurt me. “OW!!” I shouted from the top of my lungs. Then all I saw was blood….