John Hurt

blood, organs, and bones with a shadowy figure behind her holding a bottle. Right after I burst into her room the lights flickered off into a complete darkness. I was pushed down and a drop acid green liquid landed on my shoulder and burned me. It hurt so bad that it had knocked me out cold. When I had awaken I was on the couch in my boss’s office. He looked grave as he spoke, “As I hear it you were in Elena’s room when she died and I would like to know everything that had happened. The sooner you

One day I was sitting on the couch playing games and texting my friends on my phone, and then my dad came home and was knocking on the door. I opened it and saw him in an army suit. I asked him why are you in an army suit. “ I’m in an army suit because I joined the army” My dad said. I ran in my room and was crying. I was thinking in my head he will die, he will leave for 1 or more year, and he will never come back. My dad started knocking on my room door. “can you open up, please”.My dad said.

I scored the highest in the discovering self-motivation, gaining self-awareness, and adopting lifelong learning categories. In self-motivation and gaining self-awareness I scored 78. My second highest categories are adopting lifelong learning, in which I scored 72. I feel that I do well in discovering self-motivation because I am my biggest cheerleader. Early on in my life, I knew that my parents would not be the ones to tell me, “if you can dream, you can do it!” types of people. They were the

loved and cared for me. Sometimes the person that says they love you the most turn out to be the ones to hurt you. I don’t remember much it all happened quickly. That night seemed like the worst. I was driven to this point by the person who promised never to hurt me. She texted me saying she wanted to break up. A lot went through my mind at that point. I felt like my world was caving in on me. It hurt so bad I didn’t know what to do. Not only did that happen but I had gotten bad news from my “sister”

Rage "I am so sorry that I hurt that person," I said, "I did not mean to hurt anyone!" "You must believe me," I continued, " I have no memory of killing that man!" Those words fell from my mouth every time the detectives asked me "why". The steel handcuffs bit into my wrists every time I tried to talk with my hands. The worn cushion on the green chair I was sitting on kept getting harder and harder as the hours went by. The only saving grace of the whole affair is the fact that the blood on

I was smiling ear from ear when I found out some very unexpected news that my mom had just told me. Me, my sister, and my brother were called into the living room by my mom, I guess she had some important news to tell us. It was a normal day so far at the Decker house, besides some of our craziness. I did not know that my life would change forever in an instant, something I would have never imagined. I did not know that this moment in time would be one of the most important moments to have happened

I have found a new hobby and interest after the discussion with my mother. Every day, since she delivered me some resources, I spent hours reading the books and surfing around the internet, doing my own research to ascertain the real person inside me. Many of those readings excite me so much, need to be brought up here, the clear explanations helped me a lot to better understand every bit much as the motivation that led me to a new form of thinking. I became certain about the man under my skin, more

I’m in Disney World, Orlando Florida. I’m dressed as Cinderella. Everyone smiles down at me in a fond gaze. My dad’s eyes twinkle as he holds my hand and my mother smiles brightly when she takes my picture on the Polaroid. I’m fuming. What I aspired wanted to be was Jack Sparrow. “How on earth,” I thought, “am I supposed to do anything cool in this ridiculously tight blue dress?” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We step onto the Disney Rail Road. There were a few people in our section. I thought nothing

One by one they entered the once busy restaurant filled with laughter and love was now filled with the sounds of the flashes of cameras from forensic photographers as they circled her. I watched amongst the shadows staring at her cold corpse, with each passing minute her face seemed to get less lively with the rose pink hue in her cheeks fading away. To these people, she was just another victim but to me, she was my best friend, my sister. I look around for Marco, he was speaking to the forensic

Growing up, my parents never talked about God, or church, or Christianity. I did not know who God was, nor did I know anything about Christianity. I did know, that all of my friends believed in this so called ‘God” and would go to church every Sunday, and identified themselves as Christian. I did not know what any of this meant, but at first I acted like I did, so that I wouldn’t be seen as different. I started to hear and learn more and more about God as the years passed. I would go to church