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  • Personal Narrative: The Years Without Adeline

    The year is 2012. 7 years. It’s been a gruesome 7 years without Adeline. It’s all my fault. I killed her. The anger in my voice is what pushed her over the edge, literally. I let out a groan as I punched the bedroom wall that already had many holes as a result of my anger. The bedroom was littered with clothes of women. This was the only thing that eased the pain. Killing. It gave me such a thrill. Something about the way the blood would pour out, how they would beg for their lives, and oh, how I love the shrill terrified screams. Each girl had something about her that made it more enjoyable. Anna had a small freckle on the left side of her neck, the bullseye for my knife. Emily wouldn’t render me the satisfaction of an easy kill. Kelly became somber and begged me to kill her. Those three were my favorite out of the twenty I killed. I finished cleaning the bloody mess from last night’s kill and changed into my navy blue suit. This was all a part of my plan. I find some lonely girl at the bar and begin to flirt with her. I then get enough alcohol in her system so she will just come home with me willingly. It’s twisted but it’s efficient. As I arrive at the club, I look around at my options. There’s a fiery red head, she’ll put up a fight. Next, I spot a hot blonde taking shots, she would probably be passed out by the time I tried to kill her which is no fun. My eyes scan the room, stopping at a long, haired brunette readjusting her glasses while reading the Lovely Bones, oh…

    Words: 1273 - Pages: 6
  • Short Story Clomp

    Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Chunk. The world slowly fizzles into existence around me as I slowly rise to my feet. It’s an absurdly small room, probably about 12 feet square. A single dim light bulb on the ceiling fails to fully illuminate the room. My head is killing me. There’s blood in my hair. I want to fall back to the floor. The walls and floor are smoother than concrete, but just as stern and unwelcoming. The air is musty and a thin layer of dust covers everything. The room is…

    Words: 1264 - Pages: 6
  • I Only Say This Because I Love You Analysis

    The relationships between family members can often be the most complex relationships. Deborah Tannen tries to shed some light on family relationships in her book, I Only Say This because I Love You. Deborah Tannen has primarily studied linguistics, but she has also written books explaining communications of all types. In this book, she focuses on families and explains how to understand the relationships between family members. Each chapter goes into detail about individual relationships, such…

    Words: 1152 - Pages: 5
  • Sarah Zagorac Character Analysis

    Oh That Sarah Sarah Zagorac is just your normal below average young adult. Sarah is a naive girl with no friends, and no future. State Farm khakis are brighter than her future. At the end of senior year at William Harrison High School, her yearbook quote was, “When’s this due ?” “Stefen, I love you.” Vampire Diaries, “The Turning Point.” As Sarah watches this show intensely, with the lights off, she hears a thunderous bang. Sarah is home alone, so most people would go and check it out,…

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  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Eyes On My Girlfriend Fox

    My life changed in a blank of an eye when I laid eyes on my girlfriend Fox. Right now I’m on the phone with her best friend Elliot, “So it’s been eleven months that I’ve been dating with Fox. She’s just too marvelous to put into words. I’m absolutely head over heels in love with her. I want to ask her to marry me, how should I pop the question?” Elliot went silent, and then I hear squealing, “Boy it’s taken you long enough? Oh my god this is fantastic news! Like I’m overwhelmed with emotions,…

    Words: 1081 - Pages: 5
  • Short Story: Riley, It's Time To Wake Up?

    “Riley, it’s time to wake up.” Topanga sing songed as she entered her daughter’s bedroom. A muffled response came from beneath the purple comforter. “You start school today; you should be excited.” Topanga said. “Not going” a more clear answer rang from under the covers. “Of course you are going” Topanga insisted and pulled the comforter off of Riley and the bed. “Get up, or I’ll send your father in here.” Topanga warned before she headed downstairs to go start breakfast. The thirteen year old…

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  • Ernest Cassidy's Short Story

    Ernest Cassidy was familiar with the tales and secrets of Putney Mountain having lived his entire life in the two story house in the quaint little town of Howardsville located southwest of Charleston, West Virginia. The town’s history was filled with myths and legends about missing people when they went on the mountain to explore the freaky activities. Since he had grown accustomed to the rumors, Mr. Cassidy paid little attention when he heard people talking about the mountain. One morning after…

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  • Personal Narrative-The Love Of My Life

    She walked quietly into the bedroom I had been staying in ever since Benjamin passed away. My daughter, Amelia, allowed me to live with her because she knew my husband’s death would have been difficult to deal with on my own. She had just returned from collecting a few photo albums from my house in Manhattan. “Good morning,” Amelia said cheerily carrying three enormous photo albums, “I can’t believe you have so many pictures of you and Dad. There must be so many memories you two shared.”…

    Words: 1119 - Pages: 4
  • Summary Of The Opening Chapter Of Jackson's Narrative

    Jackson, quickly stood up, and dimmed the lights. He peeled his shirt over his body, as he walked towards her. His hands found the bottom of her dress, peeling it over her head, careful not to mess up the curls, he knew she had worked on the night before. His hands working her bra off, mouth clamping down on a breast, she gasped, wrapping one leg around his waist. “Tell me you 've missed me.” He whispered, working his pants down his legs, as she moved her pelvis against him. “You know I…

    Words: 820 - Pages: 4
  • My Father's Minotaur: A Short Story

    There he was, amidst those whose fate was so tragic my heart ached. He was entering the castle I knew and loved. My father allowed those who were going into the maze one final feast. The house was decorated with flowers and ribbons hanging from the ceilings accompanied by delicacies the chefs prepared only this time of year. I hated this time of year, the time when innocent civilians were sacrificed for my father 's Minotaur. It always seemed like the angel of death was lurking through the…

    Words: 989 - Pages: 4
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