As the heady allure of death overwhelms me I feel him enter me, Moving slowly at first, then faster. Then I hear my silent scream of completion, and the heavy lightness of my heart numbs my feelings to the touch of death.…
I have been watching Survivor ever since I can remember. Every Wednesday night my family and I will sit down and watch survivor together. Throughout the years of watching it I have learned many valuable life lessons. Ranging from loyalty all the way to general survival tips and these are some of the most valuable ones. All's fair in a game Survivor has taught me that all is fair in a game.…
The air is so heavy and moist, I struggle to breath. Four women and six children have died here. The odor of the rotting flesh invaded my head, I couldn’t take it anymore. We have to sleep in tight knit rows like sardines, I can hardly move my leg without…
3 Stressful Things Attending college is usually the most exciting but yet eye opening experience at the same time in a person life. It is a transition from being a child to becoming an adult and learning how to survive in the real world. Even though this is my second year in college and it has been going well that transition has cause good amount of stress in my life. The three major stressful things in my life that I notice since attending college is managing my time, managing money, and having a good relationship with others.…
Each breath gasping for oxygen. He felt the whole world was against him. He was just an invisible man who nobody cared about. His eyes burnt as the corners of his eyesight become dim. He grits his teeth.…
My heart beats wildly and a grin stretches across my lips as the flames of the fire lick my face. The flesh of my latest victim pops and crackles in the otherwise silent air. Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him...…
Throughout the course of the narration there are several accounts of graphics experiences described in vivid detail. The sights of death drained every ounce of humanity left in him until he was reduced to nothing but a living corpse. This book was written with the intent to open the eyes of the world to the darkest form of human brutality. In an attempt to ensure that the…
I lifted my head deliberately, high enough to see a pool of blood deriving out of my thigh. I forced my weight on one foot and my eyes lingered on a scene that I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy to go through. What my eyes laid on sent a shiver down my spine. Corpses sprawled on the ground and blood pooling almost out of each body. The sky was so grey that day, mourning over…
More like wetting my pants at first sight. The time that I fought the Griever honestly I didn’t know what the outcome of the fight would be. I was absolutely terror-stricken. The Griever was like a giant robot from your worst nightmares. It terrorized me with its shears and gears and its clicking and whirring noises.…
The drips of sweat smash onto the field of grass and dirt. The wiff of body odor and stench in the atmosphere disperse. As you look to your left, another slave had blood dripping from their arms. The bright red color gleamed on the sunlight and ran down the body. Others tongue´s dried.…
One might wonder if suffering ever has meaning or if it subsists as only a matter of fact. One might say that suffering always has meaning because one often learns much from suffering. One could even argue that one usually becomes a much wiser, courageous, and even thoughtful individual after one undergoes some sort of hardship. Oftentimes, after one experiences some sort of affliction, they learn more about who they are, they begin to define themselves as an individual more precisely.…
The first thing I noticed was the color. It was faded in one section. The different layers were now becoming visible. The pattern of the couch reminded me of it. I sat in the spot.…
The Buried Burden The iron taste of blood, my tired feet could always beat the pavement greater than the cold reality of the world on my conscience. My thin athletic body had become immune to a number of miles some luxury cars would not see. My long dark hair pushed back but never brushed, slowly became streaky with sweat. I had a cold demeanor, but it was only to hide something I did not understand.…
I think that everyone will experience a traumatic event in their life which will cause a division of their life into a before and after. However, I do believe that everyone that experiences a trauma will be scared. I have experienced many hurdles and have had my share of trauma however when I began to open up and recognize that these are not setbacks but rather the chance to accept and learn from these experiences I saw growth within myself. Through counseling as a young woman, I realized that it is best not to repress feelings although I thought I had conquered or resolved issues I realized during my undergrad there were still underlying emotions. Growing up in Detroit I experienced many things happening in the street and family members…
The sickness that I live with is one that some would find excessively appalling, making it impossible to talk about; so I kept it to a whisper. This sickness I thought was to embarrassing to talk about, making it impossible to seek help, left me feeling alone in the dark. This sickness ruined friendships, without me realizing it. This sickness that made getting out of bed a struggle for me. This sickness made it impossible for me to see a positive future, until the day I stopped calling myself “crazy” and began to grow from what we all call, depression.…