Personal Narrative: Why Did It Exist Without A Ghost?

I sat there with my legs crossed for hours. The tingly numbness rose up from my toes to the top of my spine. Hours of nothingness. Hours of staring at a blank sheet of paper. Hours of complete and utter silence. Then, it began. My pencil, which was previously silent, began to speak. The shapes flowed out no real meaning. No sense just movement. I began to move my pencil with brisk movements. Soft and then brisk once more. Switching the colors once, twice, and then again. Shading, blending, redrawing, and repeat. Over and over again as the colors flowed out and told me something that I wasn't expecting, completion.

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

The majority of my life I grew up believing that anyone who was deeply religious was that way because they were incapable of finding their own path in life, but instead needed to believe in some supernatural being to do it for them. I believed that their mind was so chained down, and that one must be so ignorant to believe in something that has no evidence in truly existing. Throughout my life I had been introduced to religious ideas, but the concepts never seemed to resonate with me. Ideas that could not be proven through empirical evidence and rational thought, to me seemed absurd. How could one be so naive to life by such concepts? It was very evident my mom's side of the family held much value in religion

Today marks the four-year anniversary of my brother’s suicide, and once again I am haunted.

It was another normal day in the little town of Person Georgia. I was sitting in my house with nothing to do.

As the girl feels that there is an imminent danger, she walks towards the door and tries to open it. She can’t open it. She then takes a look towards the entire room and sees an emergency button and a defibrillator. AS she takes a look at the roof, she sees a person descending and quickly hits the emergency button. As the people in the hospital are busy singing the Christmas song, they didn’t see it.

I had come downstairs that morning walking across the cool, cherry colored hardwood floor of my front hall to find my brother where he usually sat on Saturday mornings; in front of the TV playing video games. In an effort to fend off the bright morning sun he had made a makeshift shield using a shelf door. It did not prove to be very effective, as the sun still shone brightly through our back windows, forcing him to squint his eyes just a little. As I went to ask him when my turn on the Xbox would be I took in the familiar feel and smell of the air conditioner running through my house in the midst of a hot summer morning. It was one of the favorite things about my house; you could always

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

First, let's look at hell. The Underworld or Land of the Dead all have common similarities of what is known as horrid yet people decide to live their lives in this way for temporary satisfaction. Being raised in a religious setting when growing up has shown me the opportunities available in heaven, with the complexity Hell does portray. It is dark, a place that frightens all, containing an everlasting fire, with a bottomless pit where torturous pain, I read lasts forever like the pain of a woman giving birth. Only in this wretched place of destruction would there be such annihilation. Thankfully many god fearing people do what they can to spread the good word providing all information needed along with proper encouragement for ones who need

Throughout the process of growing up there are multiple emotions and situations a child may face, they will not always be easy to overcome. The most prominent emotions or stages are anger and pessimism, feeling neglected, the issue of trying to find yourself, and lastly a brokenness that is a mixture of being misunderstood and impulse.

Once, I was snoring so loud that I sacred my own self. When I had finished a long day at work ; I decided to take a nap. This nap was not like the others, I wanted to see if I moved around while sleeping because I couldn't sleep. I recorded my self sleeping, then the next day I open the file and see a loud and scary snore. I was so scared that I thought my house was haunted. I was determined to find out the source of the unrecognized noise. I asked around my house if anyone knew what that noise was , and they all stared at me and laughed. The discomfort of an unrecognized sound can be frustrating, but once you realize it was all along you its just normal.

5…4…3…2… slap, I heard a deep voice yelling. Where did it come from? Who was it? What was going on? It was an early November morning and I was sitting at the edge of my bed looking out the window when I heard the screaming and commotion. I couldn’t distinguish what was going on, but whatever it was it wasn’t good. The morning sunlight was so bright that all I could see outside of my window were shadows moving back-and-forth quickly. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat frozen on my bed until it calmed down.

It was a hot, humid evening, My body felt like a corpse, dead inside and tired looking- mostly because of p.e.. Now you would think most schools would go easy on students when it comes to halloween night, false, my school had no mercy and decided to supply me with stacks of homework to agonize me with the fact that if I don’t at least try this year, I’ll have to start again. As you might have guessed, I’m not a very bright kid but I know when to be deviant and clever when it comes to trouble, pranks and occasionally other people’s problems, there is no in between. As I went downstairs, I saw my mom in the kitchen making pan de muerto, a traditional dish mexicans make for the day of the dead and my mom will be taking it to an annual carnival created to show respect for ancestors who have died. “Samuel! I’m so glad you came just in time, take out the paella from the oven before it burns into a crisp!” She exclaimed. “Alright, I’ll be there” as I was taking the the dish out I asked her “hey mom, I was wondering if I could go out

I see the people making up the town: the children playing in the streets, laughing and crying over the bruises that would form since they have not yet gained full perception and motor control. The parents worried out of their minds that they will soon slip out of their grasp as they struggle to protect and nurture them. They finally wrangle up their kids for dinner in the safety of their homes relieved nothing happened, but keeping their nerves bottled so they don’t get consumed by the fear. However, the danger that came across their minds was nothing like the pain that would soon rain down on them. The dinner table would get all cleaned up and the house would be illuminated with a flaming orange due to the sun leaving for the day, or so they

As I look around, I find it quite hard to find meaning in the objects around me. With some thought I have found that very few items have a deeper meaning. Which makes me wonder why I have some of the objects I possess. It seems that as a whole in the United States, we are very materialistic and fail to have things because they are meaningful and serve a purpose. However, looking closely at the items I have I found that there is meaning behind certain items, even though it’s very hard to understand the meaning sometimes. I found that many items I have seem to exist just because that’s what we are “supposed” to have. In other words, I believe many objects people have are “conscious identity