Personal Narrative-The Relationship Of Evil

Do you think that doing something bad makes you a bad person? Not something small though, like stealing a pack of gum that was less than a dollar. Or taking money out of your dad’s wallet when he wasn’t looking. I mean something really bad. Committing a crime type of bad. Let me start from the beginning.

When she moved out I was there, so we will see how she reacts to empty nest syndrome.

Summer was coming, and the sun was going down later and later every day, and Spike felt the minutes get longer as he waited. Visiting hours were only from 2-6. In a few days he wouldn’t be allowed to visit her at all. Not like he couldn’t break in or something. But she wouldn’t like that.

She tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, squinting in the direction the crawlers were apparently approaching from, but couldn’t find any sign of movement of all. Not so much as a blade of grass in the wind. Jack shoved her shirt into the back pocket of her jeans anyway, occupying her hands with the battered wood of her bat instead. It would break any day now. “Nah, I’m serious. Ya gotta lay off them damn crazy pills, Dom."

You've probably heard of a message in a bottle, but have you ever heard of the "Devils Message"? Probably not because it was a ridiculous game my brother, sister, and I came up with when we were bored. We played this game only a couple times but only when my cousin Maxx came to visit did we decide to record ourselves in the event that something funny would happen. The day started just like any other normal fall day. My cousin Maxx was visiting from Johnstown so we were looking for something to do. All of a sudden Joe got the bright idea to show Maxx Devils Message. We all got dressed and headed out for the swing set.

One day my mom said that she was going to drop me off at the Cassity’s because she was going out of town. That afternoon she picked me up from school. We drove to Lathrop and she dropped me off. My mom told me I was spending the week there so I needed to find something to do and then left. When I got there everyone was watching TV, I joined them. That first night we watched a movie and ate pizza.

I believe there is a value in being able to turn an everyday event into a spectacle that’s worth reading into. With that being said, Chills rattled through my bones as the automatic doors opened before me; I’m underdressed. Upon first glance I notice the glint of the interior lighting reflecting off the marble-white tiles. I take note of the scent; Freshness. I think of the convenience of having these natural grown resources surrounding me. Before now, I would never have the luxury of purchasing an out-of-season delicacy at a location so near my residence. Frozen, I was astonished by the sheer amount of ripe, mossy green avocados that sat in a pine wood container before me. I muster the courage the to extend my unworthy

It was Friedrich Nietzschehas who said, “What doesn’t kill you makes, you stronger”. I like to call these moments in a person’s life, “defining moments”. Additionally, I like most people, have had a few of these “defining moments”; probably more than one person should. Growing up, I had a hard time accepting one of my “won’t kill you-make you stronger” moments. It was a moment of betrayal and deceit, inflicted upon by a person I trusted fully and completely, with my life. My mother.

All of humanity will cease to exist if the monster is not stopped. I have created a monster so terrible and powerful. Now that monster has vowed vengeance on the human race. Feeling necessary to do so, I created a living human being from many body parts. This process is known as Alchemy. I felt it was necessary to explore and create such a creature to further the knowledge of science. Creating this monster was wrong; however, I did not realize that exploring this unknown topic would lead to such a terrible place. The monster must be killed.

It was 4th grade. I spent the afternoon after every school day in the after-school care program. After moving to a new school in the middle of 3rd grade I had finally found my niche and my friends. Though I certainly would have preferred going straight home, I enjoyed my time in after-school. There were adults to help me with the homework I hurriedly put together and plenty of other kids to play with. As with most childhood venues, there were kids I really liked, those who I was completely oblivious to, the ones I did not really care for but I could ignore, and then there was Christian. Our first contact was on the blacktop, the after-school kids loved to play knockout, horse, or any other basketball game you could think of. Soon it became apparent Christian was a decent ball

I must have been eight or nine when I started planning with a friend to put on a play. Katie was probably fourteen or fifteen and all we really wanted was to do something with our friends, neither of us having much experience with acting. Looking back now, many years later and a lot more knowledge and experience on the subject, I’d say we were gung hoe and mess up on out priorities. First we started writing a script. Understandably she didn’t want me to write it and she never got much of a chance to work on it except when we were together sometimes. Well we didn’t get very far and our families finally convinced us to start with a play already written. What did we pick? Well, I think we jumped around a little before settling on ‘The Taming

I know some of You’ll be hating And That give Me Motivation Much love to all my haters I been dealing with stress With a smile on my Face Growing up with no Man as a rolled Model Make me do Things on my Own

A whisper breathed through the back of my mind. My conscious spoke to me the words of the devil. I shake my head off the destructive and corrosive talk. I’ve been brought down by the battles that goes through my head. My mind became a violent site of negativity against my internal self. A place where no rays of sun can radiate through. My confidence slipped away as I hit rock bottom during my junior year. The joy I had diminished. The ember of my fire extinguished through the lost oxygen as I slowly fall apart. My last breath was my last hope I had in myself, only for it to be smother by the devil of my mind. On nights where I have to study for my upcoming tests, I get overwhelm by all the topics I have to study. Stacks of notes and annotations dated chronological order and side notes written on post-its were in front of me. There are no number of hours I could spend studying or cramming in information that could compete against the negative emotions that were consuming me. It hindered me from

stretching out my clitoris until no elasticity was left. I refused to have bowel movements in order

The Amazing law of influence states “One life touches another and potentially both lives are changed; one life touches another and potentially the entire world is changed” This was evident in the movie Radio when Coach Jones changed how the world viewed people with special needs by one small act. When Coach Jones was a coaching the JV football team at Hanna high school, he noticed a boy watching them practice day after day, and soon started watching the games. One Day a couple of Coach Jones's players had harassed the boy, locking him up, and throwing balls at the shack they put him in. This boy was soon to be known by the name of Radio. Coach was furious, and within the next couple of days Coach Jones went over and apologizes to Radio, and