Romero's Attacks: A Narrative Fiction

     After he delt with the death of a close religious friend he experienced the loss of a close

On this day it was hard to get out of bed, so I had to use my window seal to pull myself up and all I could see was complete darkness throughout my house. Then I heard someone yelling “Lizabeth!” and I looked out my front oval window and saw my Marigolds all smashed and ruined. So then I opened the window and all I could smell was the newly developed smell of dew and my smashed Marigolds. Finally, the yelling stopped for a second and then I could hear a little boy crying and saying, “Lizabeth, stop, please stop!” So I walked out and saw a little girl in my Marigold garden. So I walked up to her and she got really scared and just stared at me and I think she was just trying to recognize who I was because it was pitch black out. Then she recognized

The year is 1977 in El Salvador, a time of deep public and political unrest, where injustices are high among the people and there exists a great divide between the rich and the poor, it is during this time that the Vatican elevated Oscar Romero to the position of Arch Bishop of San Salvador. Romero is elevated in hopes that with his quite, passive demurer and diminishing health that he would accept the status quo and not cause a military dispute; however, much to everyone’s surprise, Romero became the voice of the poor and took a stand against the exiguous government and hostile military, which begin to target priests. Romero was passive at first, afraid of government’s hostility, but over time, he did not give up on his people and was

When I woke up. I was in a cemetery. There was a church with an iron fence. The fence had little skull heads on it. I wander around the graveyard. I saw a person standing by an open grave. I walk over to him, he growls, “ERRRR!” he sounded like my teacher Mrs. Gulon when we wake her from her morning nap. I touch the man on the shoulder and say, “ Excuse me sir, where am I?” He slowly turned around and with his bony fingers grabbed my arm. He tried to bite me. He was a scary man and bloody arms. His shirt was full of blood. I think he was a grave digger.

As I was finishing getting ready for class I felt and ice cold chill running down my spine. Goosebumps were going up and down my arms and legs as well. I was scared to turn around because I knew that either someone or something was gonna be behind me. But, when I finally  turn around, there was nothing there. I went to my closet door and opened it only to find my cloths. I closed it and just as I was about to turn around a voice, kinda like a mans voice whispered in my ear just my dorm bed.

I’ve been told that in any form of darkness, one must find the light that leads to victory. The floor creaks across the hall as someone or something is roaming with no desired destination. A bright yellow beam of light comes on only to be extinguished five minutes later. The halls get louder with the thunderous footsteps of the darkness. “Thunk, thunk...thunk, thunk” my heart beats against my chest with the stillness of the creature I see before me. Quivering with fear in my bed I say, “Sam, is that you?” At that moment, I felt as though my heart froze in agony and shattered into fifty-one pieces of aged glass. The room turned seventy-five degrees below zero as this dark figure slowly approached my bed. Running was not an option, my arms felt constrained

Oscar Romero was an amazing man. Even though his life was cut short, he was able to make an impact on the society that he lived in. Oscar Romero died a hero and an advocate for the people of El Salvador, specifically the city of Agulaires. Leading up to his death, Romero’s spiritual journey evolved. Romero was elected Archbishop because few saw Romero as a threat. He was very intelligent, and would hardly take his head out of a book. When Romero was elected he became good friends with Rutilio Grande. Grande was a priest of Agularies. His mission was to help the poor. After aggravating the government, Grande was killed, along with a young boy and an older man. This event greatly affected Romero’s spiritual journey. Romero stated,

It was halloween and I was trick-or-treating in my neighborhood. After, I got candy from all the houses I started going into the woods to find more. As I walked deeper into the forest the more I smelled onions, my eyes started getting watery, then I saw a house. This was no ordinary house this house was shaped liked an onion and was green, I was at the entrance of it and at this point my eyes were crying like crazy. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it.

The number one thing that woke me up was a scream it was a man,I grabbed my shotgun and I went toward the sound of screaming and there were two guys and a girl one.One guy had a baseball bat and the other two had knifes each.There were five Z’s they were surrounding them I shot 2 ,the girl stabbed the other two and the two guys killed the last.All that was left was me and the three people ,I didn’t get a good look at them when I was fighting.The guy with the bat had a straight bill cap on a vest on top of a black shirt,tan shorts he was tall skinny,his name was jared he had brown eyes and black hair.The guy with the knife, he was tall kind of chunky ,glasses black hair lots of acne,jeans,brown

In the movie Romero, Archbishop Romero changes very much in his understanding of love and in his understanding of true conscience. At first Romero is just a priest who isn’t really concerned about the poor and how they are being oppressed, but when Romero is chosen to be the new Archbishop his friend, who is assassinated, I think has a slight impact on him. But I think when his friend is assassinated is when he really starts to realize what is happening to the country of El Salvador and how the government doesn’t want anyone to speak out about this. So, now Romero is starting to action against the government and tries to speak out against them. Here we see Archbishop Romero’s true conscience and love grow for the people around him because

As I was walking down the gravel road, the road would get darker and I would hear strange noises in the distance. Then I saw an outline of a house. It was an old house, it had mold on it and cracked windows and all of the lights were off. Then as I got closer, the living room window lit up with light and as soon as

As my thought process began to move faster I heard a knock on my door. “Jack, are you alright? We haven’t seen you in a while.” I looked at my bedroom do for while then responded. “I’m fine father, just thinking about some things. Alright,” I heard him say,” come out when you’re ready. I’ll be out doing my runs for today.” I then heard him walk off and the front door closing. I stared at the ceiling for a second then walked in front of bedroom mirror. When I looked through I saw a monster. The monster was wearing black gloves and hoodie covering his head and brown hair. Along with this it was wearing a light blue mask with dried black ooze going down the eyelids. I looked at the monster then cringed in anger and fear and punched the mirror shattering it into pieces. As the mirror pieces hit the ground I stared at my fist and frowned under my mask.

Today is my first day in new neighbourhood in a new state. As we drove down the bumpy road to my new house, I noticed the house next door. The house next door had over grown trees, dead birds and rotting wood. I had a bad feeling with it from the start. Tomorrow is my first day at my new school and I still have no new friends. The next day at school I asked some other students about the house next door and they all said that there was an old man who lived there in the 1950ś and one day he disappeared. The police searched for him for 5 months and finally stopped looking for him. The day after they stopped looking, all of his body parts were found inside the old house with his legs in one corner and his body in the other. The neighbourhood was flooded with police officers the next day. When I heard this stomach churning story I ran home and sat on my window seat gazing at the house. Every time I looked in there I felt like something was watching me but I just told myself it was all in my head.

As we walk in the house we each go to our bathrooms and get ready for bed. Well I picked up my toothbrush and seen I had no more toothpaste left. Therefore on my way to my parent’s bathroom I heard a strange noise. It sounded like it was coming from the back of the house; the backyard. My room was the closest to it; I set my toothbrush down on the counter in the kitchen. Walked myself out to the backyard calling out for my dog, pinky, who I thought was making the entire ruckus. I came to find out that it wasn’t pinky. At first I had seen one big black shadow then saw it separate into two individual bodies. It ended up being a white man and women.

I went to bed with warm feelings still surrounding my brain. I was having the most wonderful dream where i was walking on the beach when I noticed another pair of feet next to me. I didn't think anything until someone a woman screamed “wendigo” I ,(hearing the voice) looked at the other pair of feet to stare into the cloudy eyes of a monster as it tore my throat. As it slaughtered me I heard a strange noise fill the air, suddenly I woke up in a cold sweat listening to my alarm blaring in my ear telling me to get my bag and run to the airport.