Thanksgiving Dinner Narrative

The whole 405 crew was meeting up with some guys from Texas. Everyone decided to bring something to eat as it was thanksgiving. Everybody brought their families and the cooking began. While they waited for the meal to be done they raced. Things got a little bit heated in the races but it was all okay.

I watch in horror, of the act I’ve committed. My dear friend falls, as my blade pulls out of her body, blood gushes out like a waterfall, she collapses to the ground, her face express’ the overwhelming terror that had befallen her. She covers her wound in a failed attempted to stop the bleeding. the blood manages to surpass her hand and begins to travel downward. she lifts her hand, realizing it was hopeless to think she’d live, as she looked upon her shaking hand, that had turned the color of crimson.

Do you ever think about why we celebrate Thansgiving or why we are thankful for different things? Thanksgiving is a national holiday, celebrated by Canadians, the United States, and some of the Caribbean Islands. Thanksgiving was first ever celebrated in October of 1621 by the pilgrims, this feast lasted about 3 days. Thnaksgiving is a great time to recognize and be thankful for what we have.

In the center stood a pale, grief-stricken boy. No taller than my waist, he couldn’t have been any older than my little boy at home. Clothed in a tattered shirt, small whimpers came from his parched lips as I took a few steps closer to him. Small pools of blood had collected in the palm of his hands as he held a needle and ragged thread. To the left of his scarred feet lay a small, frail doll. It was falling apart at the

I had held on longer than any of our kind. I held on because I had faith in the old stories." she explained softly, "But with all that holding me back I wasn't strong enough to face her. I tried, I tried so hard and in the end it was never enough." she took a breath and touch the scar on her chest, "She wanted my heart, to add to her growing collection apperently. But the moment she reached for it I knew it was over. So I turned it all off, like flipping a light switch inside of myself. And..." she paused and took a breath her hands gripping hold of Dominic a bit harder, "I killed her, I ripped her apart like it was nothing and tossed her remains into the sea. I gave up everything just to kill her." the admition hurt every bone in her body, and she couldn't look up

"I told you. I'm done. What you did to me, what you said to me, it's unforgivable to me. I'm sorry Alex. I still wish you the best." She put her bag over her shoulder and took one glance at me and walked off. I expected nothing more, and nothing less. Walking out of the school, I pulled out a cigarette and slumped against a lone tree. The smoke filled me with some relief, and I stared out to the sun hidden behind the clouds. There was a sound of low crying that caught my attention. Looking around, my gaze fixated on a girl with jet black hair that fell against her face as she sobbed into her hands. She was sitting against a tree a few feet

To the right of the man stood the girl, her hazel eyes creased and her blonde brow furrowed, looking at Bram as if he had every right to die. As if they had every right to cut him up and serve him on a platter. He exhaled quickly, his eyes darting back and forth between the man and girl with an animalistic urge to make them feel the helplessness he always felt. The sense of worthlessness. The self-hatred and contempt that had held him close ever since his mother left him in that orphanage. The want to be more than he was. To escape the cage he was born into. The fear of being less than he could be. Of not getting what he’d

I heard his footsteps stop, he opened the closet door, looking down at me, smiling “innocently” with the knife in his hand. “Found you, Elizabeth.” I started crying and I screamed. He started to stab my stomach, then my eyes, then my legs, next thing I knew.. I was dead, and a bloody mess…

Why me? Out of everyone, why me?!” I exclaimed. My eyes burned, my heart rate increased, and I felt the transudation of sweat down my back. Infuriated, I aimlessly tossed the pictures away from me. All these memories made me dizzy. My legs were numb. God knows how long I was sitting there. A state of stupor overcame me and I lay down on the cold, hardwood floor. Once again there was darkness. The echoing of the dripping tap jolted me awake. I noticed the minimal light that entered from the windows as the last hues of the setting sun mellowed my rage. I had bathed myself to revive my inner being and to clear my head. As I headed towards the lounge room, my gaze fell on two photographs, side by side. I picked them up and tears welled up in my eyes from what I saw. Although the two photos had different couples they both depicted the same thing: A drunken father, a traumatised son, and a lonely wife. The smiles were a mere mask to conceal the truth. How had I not realised what I had done? What I had become? I was just like him. Like my father! I gave Chris the very same treatment that I had despised as a child. I knew what I had to do now. To make it up to them was going to be a challenge…But it had to be done. I was truly sorry and they had to

My toes touched behind me, pinned to the floor by my own weight. Grating the wooden structure, my knees bled into the cracks of the church. Be one with it, Sister Jacklyn said. I heard her now, above my head. The crack of her walking stick, the rattle of her bones, I heard her whisper my name, “Bobby.” I tightened my hands together in front of me, and bowed my head farther until my neck stretched its last fiber. An abyss of darkness. A cross of blood.

I let the darkness overcome me as I stood there, waiting for my fears to subside. "Ma'am?" The voice echoed in my head a thousand times over. "Uh, ma'am?" I felt a hand touch my shoulder and opened my eyes. "Ma'am, are you sure you want to go through with this?" I pondered over the thought of possibly putting my sister's husband in jail. But I needed this, for me. I didn't need his abuse towards me any longer. It was then that I realized how much I needed to be safe, away from the darkness named Greg.

My mother then proceeded to tell me her version of what had happened. I realized then that the person who talked to her wasn’t a selfless person willing to rescue me; he was a man who promised to never let me see light again unless my mother gave him what he asked for. She never went into too much detail, because I knew she was afraid of remembering, afraid of going back to that painful moment where she feared for the safety of her children. That night I laid in bed, and thoughts of guilt consumed me. The only person at fault had been me, I had been the person who left the house and took my brother, I was the person who took the cab and went to the mall, and I had been the one that gave that man all of my personal

There was so much blood, but I knew my main focus was to keep him awake. He kept saying, “Mommy can we go inside? I want to go to sleep”, “No baby we have to wait out here for the ambulance. They have to take you to the hospital”, I replied. I started asking him questions about the party, trying to keep him engaged and awake. My eyes ran over his body. He had been dragged twenty-eight feet on the pavement. The right side of his torso was covered in road rash. Pebbles were imbedded in his armpit. The left side of his scalp had been peeled back to the back of his head, exposing his skull exposed. I started to ask questions about what happened. One of the parents explained that an eleven year old and twelve year old were driving the golf cart. When the child hit Kody, instead of stopping he accelerated. Kody’s body folded and he was dragged down the street. One of the fathers were finally able to get the boy to stop and that’s when the other fathers came to pick the golf cart

Once at the bottom of the stairs I could not believe my eyes. Mom and Dad were on the ground. Blood spilled out of wounds that were covered by clothing, their eyes dull and lifeless. Mom’s hand was outstretched to Dad, like she’d been trying to say goodbye one last time.

Today is the morning before Thanksgiving. The golden sun is just peeking above the green evergreen trees. A little turkey poked her head out of a hole in the brown bushes. Her name is Tiny. Tiny the turkey. She breathed in the fresh Autumn air. Then, poked her head back in the small hole leading into her house. Inside her house there was a big open space filled with food that they have been storing all summer long for the cold, cold winter. Tiny walked to the corner that her parents sleep in. They were still asleep. Tiny sighed and went outside again, this time stayed out there a little longer. By now the sun had emerged completely. It was a crisp golden brown color. Then, Tiny heard something rustling in the leaves. Tiny whirled around! Then, she saw that her parents were finally awake! She ran toward them yelling, “ Mama, Papa!” But her parents were not as happy to see her as she was to see them. They said, “ Tiny! Have you forgotten what day it is today? It is when the hunters come to kill animals like us! You have to be quiet!” Tiny started to walk outside again. “ Tiny!” Her mom said.