Personal Narrative: What Winning Districts Is Young Frankenstein

The shore near, the scent of home far, but I clung on. The rough bark of the log chafed against my bare chest, and my hands were weary from holding on. I inhaled, praying that my body can push toward the sand, and I felt my strength bitterly rise for a last stand. I heaved my futile body on the dry sea of sand and quietly allowed the light to dance one last time in the sunset of my existence.

It was our last dress rehearsal, but it was open to the public so we had an audience. The play started, and I was swept into the thrill of performing; I savored every bit of laughter from the crowd. Until, it happened.

The cavernous and threatening woods that stretch out before me are a godless sight, unfolding out for what seems like forever. Beautiful, yet terrifying. The low hanging clouds that seemed to almost hold some kind of electricity cover the woods like a descending blanket of mist trapping its victims below. The vast, contorted trees leak sticky sap like poisoned back of a frog; the trunks twisting up insanely, like the despairing limbs of the damned begging for forgiveness. The damp earth beneath my feet softens as I walk down deeper in to the undergrowth. The distant howl of a strange and unfamiliar creature echoes all around me and suddenly I am a submarine, submerged in this unknown woodland setting.

It was just a normal day like any other I was walking down my street and a group of us wanted to go camping, we got all our gear ready and went on, the first night was a little spooky, we were hearing strange sounds in the bushes near our campsite. In the morning we went to go see what was in the bushes nothing but unknown footprints.We were all debating on what the creature was, so the second night came by and then we heard the noise again all but Dave went outside the tents to see what was making that sound, we started shining flashlights until we heard a fast running sound away, all of were spooked out, in the morning we found out that Dave was not in his tent, we all thought he went to the bathroom but for a couple hours he still was not back.(153)

Ella and her team dominated the first and second games and were off to play in the championship game. When the team found out they were playing the Rochester Falcons they knew it would be a tough game. Ella and her team were doing great during the first half of the game, but by halftime both teams were tied 45-45. In the locker room Ella overheard her two best friends discussing a plan to hurt Rochester's star player Danielle

The momentum forces me to stumble down. I fall on my back, the air knocked out of me. I lay for a moment, attempting to catch my breathe. As I learn to breath again, a heavy thing falls on me. My vision is blocked as a handful of black hair lands on my face. Next to my ear is a set of lips.

I’m running. I can’t scream, my lungs are burning and something is chasing me. I see a light at the end of the dark and gloomy hallway but it keeps getting farther no matter how fast I run. The thing behind me is getting closer, I can smell its rotten breath. All of the sudden I feel the sharp pain of broken glass burying in my feet. I fall onto the glass covered floor and finally a scream escapes my throat.

I then felt a breeze past me and I was knocked away from the group, managing to sit up, I look at what had done it. I saw some creature that had a body of a woman and the lower body of a spider. It freaked me out bad. Noct got in front of me, as if shielding me from that creature, he asked me if I could get up, replying to him, he nodded his head and told me to go to where Prompto was at. Getting to my feet, I ran over to where Prompto was.

I never took myself as much of an actress, even though I chose the role. Every day, I go in the dressing room and put on my costume. My hair and makeup were done, and it’s show time. The bright spotlight comes directly onto me. The curtains open and it begins. I give the performance of a lifetime. It’s amazing how much the audience believes the story they’re being told. They’re gullible, but they’re not dumb. They know when the show goes sideways and that’s when they begin to ask questions. As always, I reassure them nothing is wrong, and the act is a hit. The curtains close, I return to my dressing room, and I take off the costume. I wish I could give the role back.

My heart was beating out of my chest before the show began. As the orchestra played the prelude and the curtain rose, my sister and I grinned at each other, overcome with a palpable feeling of anticipation. I was completely mesmerized by Dorothy, instantly carried away with her frustration, anger, excitement and homesickness. I could relate to each emotion; I could feel everything that Dorothy felt. I loved getting caught up in the immediacy of the moment, sitting in the theater with my family as we laughed, sang and applauded along with the audience.

As the show captivated my senses, it captured my heart, and turned from what I thought would be a trite show like the soap operas my mother enjoyed into a breathtaking experience. The dancers leaping and flipping across the stage were astonishing, and filled me with a sense of wonder. I was not consciously aware of it at the time, yet in some way, I aspired to emulate them in my own life. Now I in no way wanted to be a broadway star; however, I wished to gain even just an ounce of the talent they possessed. Exiting the theatre, I had a different attitude than when I had first gone through the doors. I had finally found something that I did not just enjoy, but that I was fervent

I sat in a dark auditorium, watching the magic. Only three, I sat in those red, comfy seats watching as my music teacher mother directed the annual spring musical Singing in the Rain that was coming to life before my eyes. I squinted at the bright glow coming from the stage, not knowing whether it was from the lights or the actors. I was fascinated as the ordinary high school students seemed to transform into experienced, brilliant actors. That very moment started my love for musical theatre.

“Line up!” Our band instructor announced. It was our time to go on, our time to shine. The group of adolescents lined up swiftly as we marched our way onto the field. This performance could have been our last and, sadly, it was. We finished proudly, but once we had received our scores our hopes were shattered for our short-lived season had come to an end.

Hello, I am known as the Creature, and I am creating this paper to document what has happened after my supposed death. Humans believe that I was terminated from Earth after I drifted off into the ice cold ocean. It had been many days where I lay afloat, with absolutely no food supply or warmth. I was in solitude, and I knew that this was the end for me. Besides the frigid cold and the hypoglycemia, I finally felt happy with myself. I wouldn’t have to deal with the hostile and rude humans, I would go to a better place—a happier place. But, unfortunately, fate decided that I would stay on Earth, as I kept frozen for more than 200 years, preserved in the ice. I woke up to find myself on a granulated surface accompanied with an intense heat,

1. On the night of the performance, I was feeling a bit disappointed, irritated, and severely exhausted. Running on a meager 2 hours of sleep the night before, and working from 6 am to 3 in the afternoon, I was under the impression that its normal for my heartbeat to be nonexistent. To my dismay, upon returning home, I came to find that I would no longer be able to attend an exuberant social gathering with a few old acquaintances after the show, which left me rather…. perturbed, to say the least. I attended the Saturday night showing of the musical, and rather than wallowing in self-pity and disappointment, I decided to make the most of it. And what better way to make the most of a night, than to over compensate? So, after an hour of debating