Sparrow-Personal Narrative

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

Yesterday, I had to leave the five acre island called Pigeon Key located in the Florida Keys. Pigeon Key is located under the Seven Mile Bridge. My class and I been there for four days. Our class learned so much during this adventure.. We learned about invertebrates, marine habitats, invasive species, and much more. Pigeon Key was fun for many reasons, but what I loved the most was playing basketball, tidepooling, and participating in the town meeting.

Once upon a time, in a town called Athens nestled in the northeastern section of the state of Georgia, there was a boy and a girl who, even though they thought they were the most unlikely of lovers, fell madly in love.

From a very young age I’ve experienced and seen many unbelievable things, things that no child should ever see nor go through. One of these memories I remember as if it happened yesterday took place when I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. This man who I believed was kindhearted letting us move from our trailer into his apartment would go to be a person seared into my mind through fear and pain. After a few weeks he would start abusing my mother on a regular bases the same way he did to me. One night, he started striking my mother and even though I knew what could happen to me, I found the strength and tried to intervene.

The front door chimed at Theron & Son’s Tuxedo Shop as the proud African-American Mr Hayden Lewis was trailed by his aloof muscular college freshman son, Jayden. Jayden’s only sibling, Cassie, was to get married the next morning; he just flown-in for her wedding against his feelings to her soon-to-be husband.

“After the shopping trip fiasco, my mom decided she wanted to learn to paint and ended up trying to purchase an entire art supply store over the phone. When my dad forced her to hang up, she went into a rage so fierce she pulled a knife on him. She kicked and screamed and yelled at him, called him the worst names I had ever heard, until she was crying on the floor again. Dad put her into the hospital after that.”

I remember having to sit down with my mother and father at the age of six and they asked me “Where did he touch you?”. Do you know how hard that is? Do you know how hard it is to explain to your parents how you were sexually abused by a family member? I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I remember them telling me that it was not my fault but I could not help but believe that it was all my fault. Could I have stopped this? Surely I could have told somebody what was happening but why didn't I? I think I was scared. I did not know what my parents would think of me if I told them. I did not want anyone in my family finding out, and I knew if I told my parents, everybody would find out. Everybody did find out but nobody talked about it. It was just something that was known. When I was younger, I thought maybe nobody knew but as I grew up and wasn’t allowed alone with this family member, I just assumed everybody knew. I do not know whether I am mad or glad that this is not talked about within my family. I almost feel like the whole situation was swept under the rug because maybe my parents did not want to believe how serious the abuse actually was. I guess nobody will understand how bad it was besides me. It is still really hard to see this person and family get togethers. It makes me dread the holidays when we all get

Fade In:​Ext. Castle Fisher - NightWe open on dark night, the air is cold and the full moon is just starting to peak out from behind the clouds. There is a grand castle sitting atop a hill, which overlooks the North Sea. At the base of the hill we see a mob of poor villagers walking toward the castle gates. The countless villagers are illuminated by the glow of their torches, as they are seen carrying an assortment of tools and weapons toward the castle. TITLE CARD: England, 1838Cut To:Int. Castle Hallway - NightKARL is seen dashing down a decadent hallway, the only light comes from the candles surrounding him on either side of the hall. KARL is in a state of terror, as he hops down a flight of stairs and makes his way toward a pair of grand

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

Mylan over heard me crying and rushed in the room with a frying pan and beat my step-dad senseless. My mother learned of the ordeal and threw my stepfather out, she spoke to Mylan and I and whispered " You two put warmth in my heart to see that you protect one another". My mother always said she rather we go against the world before we go against each other. My brother knew I was gay, but when I try to say it vocally he would just say "I know big little brother". After Hurricane Katrina we evacuated to Fayetteville, NC. The following summer when Mylan was 15 and I was 16 there was an incident that involved Mylan almost drowning. When I answered the door to see our neighbor crying I knew something had happened. I ran as fast as I could to my neighbors house I ignored the police and other emergency responders. Mylan was laying on the grown unconscious and not breathing. I broke down crying and did my best to get right next to hime but the police wouldnt let me get near Mylan. He spent the next two weeks unconscience and I spent the better half of that week worried sick. Mylan woke up july 22,

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

My father's father was a raging drunk who became extremely violent when intoxicated. He was physically and emotionally abusive towards my father and his two siblings He was also sexually abusive towards my father and his two siblings. My grandfather would often become physically abuse towards my grandmother, who would then turn on my father and his siblings. My father, and his siblings, all struggled with alcohol and drug abuse issues, which continued into their married lives. My mother and father were married when they were both very young by today's standards. My mother had just turned 20 and my father was just a couple months shy of his 24th birthday. According to my mother things were harmonious for the first few months. They both got along well and my father was the "picture perfect" husband. The first instance of physical abuse between my mother and father occurred while she was still pregnant with me, when he began choking her for attempting to leave him. According to my mother, the first instance of physical abuse with me occurred when I was four years of age. The first instance of sexual abuse with me occurred when I was around the age of 6 or

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

For as long as I remember I my father’s parents treated my mother like trash. They always felt that my father married beneath his social class. So because we moved so close to them the disrespect they dished out to mother became a daily ritual. I now realize that the stress of this problem led to my parents yelling, fighting and violent behaviors that ruled our house. I was only five so this is the first house that I really remember from my childhood. The strongest memories I have from that time is the way my sister would grab me and run with me to the next door neighbor’s house when my parents would start their yelling and hurting each other. The neighbor man was a police office in our town and he would take us into his house, clam us down and then go over to stop my parents from beating each other up. No one ever pressed charges; my dad never left the house. My mother would laugh it off it was like they were trapped in a vicious cycle that could not be broken. Later we would go home and pretend that everything was ok even though every dish in the house was laying shatter and broken on the floor. Society told us it was ok, because this kind of behavior was going on all around us and no one said it was wrong or bad it was just the way things were. When I married the first time I found myself in the same cycle of domestic violence that I had witnessed my whole childhood. But I did not leave or ask for help because I