After getting caught under that huge wave, it was relaxation time. Brushing the sand off of my hot pink and black Victoria Secret beach towel; preparing myself to soak up the sun, I put sunscreen on and my sunglasses on, and my earphones in. with the sound of slow jams R&B playing in my ear and also hearing children playing, I began drifting off to sleep. Then, waking up to the sound of play, fun, and laughter. Children and adults screams playfully because of the cold ocean water. Before getting up from my thirty minute nap under the sun, I took a deep breathe, taking in all the fresh air around me.…
The, enclosed, beach is silent. The bright ball blinds you as it emerges; it rises like a yellow lollipop on the distant horizon. Crashing against the shore, small waves wash the night's debris onto the land. Untouched golden sand covers the floor as far as your eyes can see. Soothing, a gentle sea breeze rustles through your hair.…
The only reason it lasted this long is because I did not want to take the risk. Something inside me finally cracked, I decided to take the ultimate risk. I am going to clean the love of my life in a questionable way. I took preliminary precautions that I would have normally never done, for example putting in bath salts, child friendly bubbles, and of course brushes. Just before I cleaned her she said one last thing that I may never forget, “This may be the end of my life, but may our relationship exist forever.” The next day I moaned and cried for hours, that day I wanted to go hide, escape reality, or do something. Although I could not let this happen, things are meant to happen, and they all happen for a reason. This tragedy acted as a coming of age to me, I decided that I need to go out into the world and meet people. Although I was too sad to let this happen, all I thought was “WWWHHHYYYYYY.” Then the thought dawned on me, a thought so meaningful it was like I was being brought back to life, ‘she’ was just a…
The Christmas party was over when he offered to walk me home since it was late. When we reached my home he asked me out on a date, nothing major, just typical teens taking things slow at first. Everyone in my family started noticing the effect Ian “supposedly” had on me. Ian was everything I needed at that time. He was quiet, until he got angry. When he was outraged he reminded me a lot of my childhood as I watched my mother and father beat each other. Ian led me to believe that there was no God, I even stop going to church. He had me read several books that spoke of evilness. I bleached my hair and wore long boots and short skirts. Ian beat me and took my virginity, but this was alright with me. He did this because I believed that he truly loved me. I did whatever he asked me to do including taking nude photographs to buying into his fantasies. One example is Ian said he wanted to rob a bank. I learned to drive so that I could drive the getaway car. If there was anything he wanted or desired I wanted to be the one that was there by his side. I know it sounds a little crazy but I was deeply in love. Once Ian drugged, beat, and raped me while photographing me as I lay there helpless. Most people would have walked away, but this is what I was used to seeing. I loved this man very much. I knew that he was cruel and selfish, but that did not change the way I felt about…
“Patient coming through, move out of the way!!”, the doctor screaming. My hands held tightly onto hers, never wanting to let go. I barely said any of my words as tears streamed down my face and said, “Promise me to never leave me alone, I have something special I want to give you.” As we got near the emergency room, the doctor told me to wait outside. I slowly let go of her hand and waited patiently. Moments later, I see the nurse coming out, I got up and ran up to her to ask her what happened and she replied, “The patient lost a lot of blood, so we need to get more packets of blood..” and she left. Thoughts running through my head, thinking everything was going to be ok but at the same time thinking that it was not going to be okay. I clap my hands together and prayed that everything will be okay. Memories started to come back to me from when we first met and how we always fought because our parents never accepted us since we were different. I saw the red light turn off and I knew…
While reading Hungry Ghosts, childhood memories of sexual abuse by my step-father, starting at the age of two until I was sixteen, came to mind. It was not until I was sixteen that I stood up to my step-father and told him to never touch me again. My courage came from the car my great-grandmother gave me at sixteen. The car gave me a sense of freedom. I had known for some time that what was happening to me was wrong, but I had no way of escape. With new-found freedom, accompanied by guilt, shame, and a feeling of worthlessness, I became promiscuous. After each relationship, I still felt empty, guilty, and yet I had a stronger drive to find love through…
Why didn’t I do more to stop it? Why didn’t I give one violent lash out like I would stop everything. Why? All those years of twisting our ropes of life together and just as simple as snapping your fingers it all untied. And now I’m walking down steps that go to a truck that I don’t want. Everything seems like it is going into slow motion and I don’t know if I want it to stay in slow motion or come back to the reality where I don't want to go Like my judgement and vision is blurry and I’m fighting I resists each and every erg to go back or to scream or to run away but I keep going forward.But I felt something like a pounding of a snare drum rattling away to a march. Why was my heart racing? What’s going on? And I knew she was getting scared that I was leaving her. And my heart was pounding like a cherokee drum. Because I knew that this would be the last time. I have no control over my body anymore, it’s not mine. My part of my body has left as soon as I sat down in that seat the part of me that was Levi left, and what entered was not the same as what left. My part the one I knew was me left and went back to Muddy colored Maddie, that me had courage. This new me just sat there with a stupid pitiful look on his face. I hate this new…
Have you ever been to Florida? Or out of the country? Or even been covered in mud from head to toe? A Day at the Beach in Florida Have you ever been in water so clear you can see your feet anywhere you go? I have. The sky was pure blue and it was a perfect day to go to the beach. The clear glassy water was calling me to just jump in. The sound of the crashing waves was like a rhythm on the beach. The rigidity rocks behind me were steaming hot when I tried to walk on them. The splashing and…
Quickly turning the corner, I strode down the alleyway and escaped the pandemonium of the city. The alley was dark and had an eerie look. Old vines climbed up the sides of tall apartment buildings and trash was strewn across the ground. I looked to the ground and saw a dated coca-cola bottle whose label was half gone and the glass was almost stained black. Slowly I bent down and picked up the bottle and began weighing it my hand and looking it over. Still capped and full but it did not seem to be liquid any longer. I continued walking down the alleyway, all the while flipping the glass bottle in my hand. It mesmerized me and I carried on like this for several minutes unaware of the world around me. Out the corner of my eye I noticed a stray cat pouncing on his prey. In that moment, the bottle dropped to the ground and…
There are six criteria that need to be met when writing a narrative essay: Narrate your story using first person point of view, Write about a past or personal event with past tense verbs, Focus on one specific dramatic event that builds tension – suspense – for the reader, use vivid and specific language that describes and recreates scenes and people, write meaningful dialogue that moves the story, and explain why the event is significant to you.…
I am surrounded by pink and orange colors layered with a slightly hazy film. Small, wet droplets hit the side of my face. The gritty feeling in between my toes is chilling but yet very pleasing. A few strands of my blonde hair brush across my face caused by the wind whistling through the fishy tasting air. I can smell the saltiness lurking above the water as the clear liquid creeps closer to my buried toes. The sound of the gentle crashes comes from in front of me and beyond under the pink and orange sky.…
In another dark twisted nightmare I find myself running through the darkness, I stretch out my hands and I can feel the wall of a tunnel and in the distance I can see a faint shimmer of light my heart jumps at the prospect of escaping this darkness.…
At the age of thirteen, I started ruining my life. My mother accused of being sexually active. At the time I wasn’t, but because she accused me. So I decided it was time to lose my virginity. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. It ruined me completely. After I acted upon my decision, I felt empty, useless, I felt like a piece of trash left on the highway. To get that feeling to go away, I used men as my solution. Sex was a daily occurrence for me, because…
It is normal for people to change throughout the course of their lives. Sometimes the change is gradual, and other times there is a distinct moment in which it occurs. Jerry, the main focus of the story, experiences the latter during a seemingly routine vacation. Throughout the course of his rite of passage, there are many elements of the world around him which represent his evolving mindset. The seed for this change is first planted when he notices a separate bay for the first time on the way to a beach to which he has gone for many years prior.…
Birds tweeted, waves crashed and the familiar salty smell filled the air around us. As we got closer to the house, you could smell the salty water and hear people yelling on the beach. The drive always seemed to take forever but it was all worth it once we pulled in to the long driveway of the house.…