Why She Happened To Me-Personal Narrative

There are many things I wouldn’t put past my estranged mother: she’s trolled me in the comment section of my online articles, publicly disowned me and my sister on Facebook more than once, and put me in very serious legal trouble. But I never thought I would see her openly defending a man who bragged about “grabbing pussy”, nor did I think I’d see her outright mock victims of alleged sexual assault, especially because she is a survivor of sexual abuse and assault.

Since the day he slapped her, he began to be more violent and abusive. She set him as her only priority. She quit the cheerleading team and was becoming secluded from the world. All she could think about was making sure she met his needs. School became a blur, she constantly wore long sleeves to cover up the scars he made, never engaged in anything, and always kept quite. She rarely talked to her parents because she knew they were consumed with finding Cass. Rina would always ask what's wrong her and Caitlin always said she was fine, even though she knew it was biggest lie she told. Through all of this, she continued to talk to Corrina, who was the only person that seemed to care about her. Soon, they grew closer and began a bond that would

Constitution and declares, “Now, no talking, no cheating, no breathing, I better not see a muscle move in your body other than your hand to write on your test!”

Steve and his girlfriend Samantha went off to college in August. She went to Florida State, he went to Penn. So, she decides to fly to PA to visit him. He was really happy to see her so he decided to give her some oral action. He had done this numerous times before and he always enjoyed doing it...but for some reason, this time, she smelled really horrible, and she tasted even worse. He didn't want to offend her though because he hadn't seen her in months...so he put a Jolly Rancher in his mouth to cover it up, even though it didn't do much to help. In the course of eating her out, he accidentally pushed the candy inside of her... and stuck a finger in to grab it out. He took it out, and put it back into his mouth and bit it. Only...it wasn't

I am in two extra curricular activities, wrestling, and I am an actor in the drama dept. play called

Next, I’m going to tell you about how she became so sick. So my mom took her to have her “school vaccinations “after a couple days prior to the shots she was sick with flu like symptoms, such as fever and headaches. She slept all day and wouldn’t eat much for almost a week, of course since her health didn’t improve my mom took her to the emergency room, they then told my mom that she was just sick with the in season flu. Well she didn’t get any better instead her health detoriated, now she was complaining about being short on breath and her chest having pain. So after numerous phone calls to the doctor and my aunt who s a nurse practitioner, my mom took her to the emergency room one again, from there she was air lifted to Scottish Rite Children’s Hospital after two weeks of being treated for pneumonia we thought she was coming home and that she had gotten better, but that wasn’t

Hello my name is John. I was just everyday salaryman. It was my 24th birthday night when i were walking in the park. Where i had my first date with my first and last girlfriend. There were two people doing inappropriate thing in the park. Was what i thought and this place have some important memory of my life so i decided to remind them.

“Please everyone let’s-” Mr. Brandt’s voice became audible just as soon as he was cut-off mid sentence. John Brandt was a sullen man who was rarely ever listened to by the students he was supposed to control. Principal Brandt wasn’t always so relinquished, rumor had it the principal had once been upbeat and even cool before taking a job at the worn out high school. Nevertheless, the students often ignored the authority of Mr. Brandt, and when Keith Watson spoke up, Brandt’s lack of power became evident.

Until high school, my whole world was mainly Jews. I went to a Jewish school and a camp that was mainly Jewish. Chanukah felt more mainstream to me than Christmas. Yet, as I got older and entered high school I started to understand how much of a minority I was and how small the Jewish people are compared to the rest of the world. I would be lying if I said I’ve ever faced discrimination based on my religion. But I have definitely been the only Jew in the room and more often than not, Judaism has left me feeling isolated from the rest of the world. Not necessarily when I was a little kid (more on that later), but from my tween years to present, there’s always been Jewish characters in the TV shows and films I’ve grown up with. It made me feel less isolated and less lonely.

I pull out his stomach, cutting his throat and several veins at the same time, causing blood to gush out and cover me head to toe in the velvet red liquid effectively soaking me with the stuff. I cut the rectem in half and do the same to the base of his bladder; freeing the rest of the innards all the while; taking one last swipe at the man's breast done cutting it in half. I move out of the spray and take the towel offered to me by somebody, it wasn’t a guard, their hands are way too small; like those of a small child's. After wiping my face clear of blood I look to see five year old Katie; Margrits’ youngest child; why is she here? Did Margrit want Katie traumatized for the rest of her life? And why in the living hell did the guards allow her up here? I don't have time to question it at the moment; however I do cover her with my cloak so that she doesn't have to see anything more. Turning to face Alfs’ back I reach around his chest, force my fingers between the two halves of the beast bone, and one swift movement I thrust them apart braking all of his ribs exposing his lungs and heart to the air. The man dies in

Not so good news arrived on Sunday from Story Shack Magazine: rejection of my short-short story, No One is Leaving Yet. I decided to go through it again, fix some of the errors and change some aspects of the story, including the name (now it is titled: I Mustn't Stop Her), and I submitted once again to the same magazine. Although, I sent it to another magazine, as well, and see which one pops--if it pops. I decided to take a screenshot of the rejection letter just to remind myself that I will be rejected over and over again. Just over these past months I've been rejected to jobs, scholarships, and publications, as well. Failure is rather more abundant than success, but failure are the steps that lead to such bright success. Therefore enjoy

Before anybody tells me I can't do this idiotic essay in the first person (like it should be): it’s important to the story, it’s personal and it WON’T feel right any other way. That’s just the way I feel; it’s how I was raised and who’ve fought to be to this day.

Cara Sloane Jacobs fought a constant war with her mind. She never told anybody, I only found out about it a couple days ago. Cara stopped speaking in tenth grade. I had heard that she wouldn’t even speak to her mom. Then, about three weeks ago, she disappeared. No one knows where she went, they don’t even know if she’s still alive. I never knew Cara too well. We were friendly, we’ve done projects together in class, but we’ve never had a real conversation. I’ve always wished I could know her, though. Cara used to be pretty eccentric, but everybody liked her. Her long, jet black hair and haunting grey eyes made her stand out in the hallways. There was just something intriguing about her, I never liked her, I just wanted to know who she really was. I

Hey its me Gabriel and I'm in San Francisco California, I bet your thinking wait but didn't you get deported and yes I would have if I hadn't done what I did what did I do you ask well lets find out. So after the fight with Mr.Diaz I decided that something needed to be done so that's when I decided to put my plan into motion. You see I had already come up with a plan and now i'm gonna use it. Right I'm in that crooked Diaz's garage i'm planning on getting some cutting tools so when he leaves at the end of the work day he won't be able to brake and crash. It's the end of the day I've already cut his brakes so know to go see where he

The novella was completed February 7, 1924 and published for the first time March 25, 1924 in Shanghai in the East magazine (dōngfāng zázhì). It counts three episodes of the life of a woman with a tragic fate, the sister-Xianglin: married very young to a boy ten years younger, she tries to escape the clutches of her stepmother after the death of the latter by being engaged among the Lu 's; but she is kidnapped by henchmen of the stepmother and sold for a second marriage. These are brief moments of happiness, soon interrupted by the death of the second husband and that of the son she had with; driven out by his brother, she tries to return among the Lu 's, but rejected by the family and the entire village, excluded from New Year ceremonies,