Personal Narrative: Waiting For The Blob Of Chocolates

“Today I will live in the moment unless it's unpleasant in which case I will eat a cookie” as I write this story, Those words of Cookie Monster resounded in my head. I had to pick an inspiration for this essay and yes i picked Cookie Monster. He is not just the loving blue monster that loves and would do anything for a cookie he's more than that to me he is an inspiration he is not just an idea that was made into a character he is a idea made into the enthusiastic motivated great influence monster that we all know and love as Cookie Monster.

I am a self-proclaimed chocoholic. Seeing that I adore all things chocolate, it is no surprise that my favorite Tootsie Pop flavor is chocolate. Whenever I tear off the wrapper of a chocolate Tootsie Pop, I am thrilled. They are delicious. I enjoy chocolate Tootsie Pops because they are, well, chocolate. Tootsie Pops do a wonderful job of making their products taste like chocolate. Coupled with the creamy Tootsie center, chocolate Tootsie Pops are a chocolate lover’s dream. Therefore, chocolate Tootsie Pops are my favorite

Where am I? I open my eyes to slits and see blurry figures in front of me, chattering away. I can't quite make out who these people are because I can barely open my eyes fully without feeling like I'll drift back into sleep. After a minute or two, my eyes and ears begin to adjust, and I found myself lying on the grass.

Its as if the world we live in the world that surrounds me has stopped like i'm all alone with a muffled sound of music ringing in my ears drowning everything. I notice i'm cold and it's very windy i feel goosebumps impending to my skin. I feel the wind cradle each individual hair on my head. The people around me are all smiling as if they are so cheerful. I wonder if I have a big smirk on my face as them I suddenly feel an empty feeling in my stomach like there is something missing I try to investigate this feeling and realize I must me hungry because I haven't eaten. “-wasn't that so much fun! Rebecca. . . Rebecca. . .” someone shakes me forcefully “I can't believe it, you haven't been listening to be this entire time!” “What, no, No, ya I heard you you were talking about the-the thing you know. . .” I trail off because I really wasn't listening. My brother just rooles his eyes and doesn't say anything. I just say sorry and nearly  jump out of my skin and look up to see the sky is black with bright stars dancing when all of a sudden a gust of wind blows my hair backwards and I see my next adventure. My brother and I give the same we-are-forcing-you-on-this-ride-no-matter-what look. She starts backing up shaking her head and laughing like she's insane. “ You're out of your minds if you think that i'm riding on

I couldn’t breath. Dust was everywhere. Our little town of Lakewood in Oklahoma, has vanished. Cars were now piles of dust on the road. Crops were now dry and nowhere to be seen. My eyes burned and itched. Our house was once a home, but now it looked dark. Dark and scary. It was not as white as it used to be. It always looked happy and felt like a home. But now our house, didn’t feel or look like a home. The walls were cracked and the windows were full of dust. The floors were scratched and clawed. Our beds and blankets are not safe places anymore. The food that we consume, tastes raw, bitter, and has no flavor. We’re eating and swallowing dust everyday. Pa has tired marks on his face. Ma doesn’t cook us our favorite meals anymore. Rose and

If I was candy I would be a bag of skittles. First, I have many personalities. Each personality is a different color and flavor. Also, everybody likes me. Everybody likes me and everybody likes skittles and nobody can resist. Finally, I can be mean. When I’m mean I can turn into sour skittles and leave a bad taste in your soul. These reasons show why I’m a bag of skittles.

I don’t know what is real anymore. Is this a dream? Am I really here? My mind was like Wall Street during The Great Depression. My head explodes with thoughts as I determine if what i did during the day is real. I can feel the floor and the walls, I must be awake. The rush in my mind slows down a bit as I calm down. I come downstairs to see my mom welcoming me with breakfast.

I just ran. Before I knew it, I was out of the trailer and walking back down the trail. That’s when the real fear set in, it’s strange how you feel so open and exposed walking on a trail. The trailer was sitting there it looked almost evil. I turned a corner and it disappeared out of sight. But the feeling of being followed remained. The trail was almost a trench carved in along a steep hill one side it sloped down and you could see a small pond. I began to visualize what could've happened. The different ways it could’ve ended. I wanted to go back and see if someone was really there, but I knew that would be a waste of time. I summed it up in my head as the wind pushing the door open. I still constantly turned back, looking over my shoulder to see if there was some truth to what I thought, if something was actually following me. It was a windy day out and as the wind the blew the trees would creak and crack. Branches fell off and slammed on the ground crashing down and taking other branches with it. The sound was amplified through the quiet and almost sleeping woods. It was strange, there were no animals, no squirrels or chipmunks. The woods were dead. I was still looking over my shoulder every now and again, still startled by what I had experienced. The walk took way longer than it should’ve. It felt like the seconds were minutes and no matter how fast I walked I couldn't keep up with the pace in my mind.

I always had no friends in life .When I went to school, I waited to be spoken to, never spoke, never was outgoing. When I go home, I imagine that my parents are saying “hi”. The home I go to every day is an oak tree in the park on the side where people litter .Every day at the park I dream of a world called Zoreak with mystical creatures. Six months have passed, since my parents disappeared from this world, I believe that they are alive. I am 18 just graduated from my high school since I am 18 I cannot be adopted. When I went to my tree that night I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up something was different I was not under a tree I was in a cotton candy patch there were no car noises and It smelled like fresh fruit. As the homeless person

As I looked around there was no one to be found. The park was empty and I was alone for the first time in months. The city grew quiet as people went home and the traffic started to settle down. I slowly got up and started walking towards my apartment of the edge of the park. It was late and most of the city lights were off to save the limited amount of energy that we have. But oddly enough as the minutes ticked by, the sky seemed

I didn't expect any of them to be gone this long. So I decided to take myself for a little walk. I got myself ready and then stepped outside on the cold, hard driveway that followed the garage and a sidewalk. I began to take my first couple of steps and started to move faster. My heart was beating as if a man was running a treadmill. It hurt a little. But if my family needs me I wanted to help. So I took a stroll down the road to the nearest store. As I walked the people out there started to look at me strange as If I was not human. That's saying something, not only to me but anyone around me. I kept walking. And walking.... I became superbly exhausted. I nearly dropped to the floor gasping for breath. It was cold, dark, and I was hungry… I started to fall asleep while walking. Before I even noticed it I started leaning into the road. A huge Whoosh! Air assaulted my face and I had almost been hit by a car! I decided to proceed a bit more cautiously. So long and I'm barely at the store I walked all the way up to the entrance and fell down, my face smacked the cold hard floor. I made it though. And I feel accomplished. I didn't even notice when maggy ran outside and picked me up because I was already

Today was not Your lucky day first The plane goes down You lose your bag you can’t contact your mom and then you find out that different dimension exist which then shatters your sense of reality oh also you can’t move oh joy! You’ve been stuck in what you guess is graves apartment for a few hours? Your sense of time isn’t the best it could’ve been a few days for all you know you wished that they’d talk about how long you’ve been here it’s boring as heck laying here and waiting for people to come in the room and talk, oh wait is that foot steps finally oh and their talking yess good bye boredom

This is an experience that I had recently. It was a long day my shift seemed like it would go on forever. At the end of the day I saw a man run in like a bat straight out of hell yelling “Where Are the Popsicles!” That man had arrived just at 10 o’clock and we were about to close the store to start our after hours work on the store. I rang him up at the counter after he had gotten his popsicles, and I was curious so I asked what he needed them for. He just turned to me and said “Shhhhhhh It’s a Secret.” By now I realize the individual was probably inebriated to the point in which that did not look creepy to him, but to me the situation was unsettling.

But they apparently had figured that I was in much more of a need of being fucked with than of being left alone because as I sat there minding my business, suddenly from out of their direction, a half-pint carton of chocolate milk came flying at me through the air. It had landed on my table just before me, exploding on impact. When it hit, it had appeared that a portion (maybe a third) of the container’s contents was already drunk, helping what had remained left in the carton to splatter out all over me, my lunch, and my books. I tensely shrieked slamming my eyes shut tight when it had struck the table in a bovine lactate explosion. I had then felt the cold, thick liquid running down my forehead and cheeks. When I had opened my eyes I saw it

I was having a bad day today when my parents got everything and moved further into the tunnel because the lady said the nazis have walked by a few times. I’m just done its been at least a year and I don’t know what day it is or month all we judge is the weather outside. If its cold but sunny its spring, if its cold and snowy winter, if its hot and not cold at all its summer so we have a pretty weird year. I hate it now because we are almost out of food in our first cabinet and its been only 3 years I am scared of being found. mom says that we will be safe soon and it will all be over. I am 16 and haven’t even kissed a boy I wonder what Josh is doing and what he looks like,oh no I don’t need another problem. What if he forgot me, I hate thinking that sometimes almost all the time.