Tears

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  • My Life Changing Experiences-Personal Narrative

    Then the day came around and it was time to go home as all the parents came in i saw my mom and she cried when she saw me and and i just smiled and cried tears of joy she told me that she was proud of me and that she knew i could do it if i put my mind to it. Then it began they started calling names to walk and the closer they got to me i was so nervous what was i gonna do when i got home. Then they called…

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  • Classification Essay: The Two Types Of Crying

    teardrop is the softest of all the crying . The person 's eyes begin to water and pool up with tears until they finally spill over forming a gentle steam down 6he person 's…

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  • Personal Narrative Essay On 'My Glum'

    I have dealt with My ‘glum Mum.’ Why is My Mum glum?* My Mum has clear droplets of water shaped like tearssliding down both cheeks from the inside corners of both eyes. Something here is not quite right and I screw my face up in concentration. Tears mean someone is sad, sad is worse than glum. People do not usually cry when they are glum, apart from my uncle Roger who ‘suffered from depression’ and cried sixteen times in all of the times…

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  • Why Does Ralph Cry At The End Of Lord Of The Flies Analysis

    Name: Pierce Thompson Section: 8B Why does Ralph cry at the end of Lord of the Flies? What does Golding mean when he writes about “the end of innocence” and the “darkness of man’s heart?” LoF Analytical Essay: The Savagery of Mankind and What it Does to People Lord of the Flies is a novel by William Golding about a group of boys who survive a plane crash on an unknown island. They start by building shelters and a large fire to create smoke for ships and planes to see. However,…

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  • She's Not Alone: A Narrative Fiction

    She 's a ghost, or monster, or SOMETHING. She lost her own child in a freak accident, so now, in death, she kidnaps children...and... a-and..." The quiet mother broke down in tears, sobbing too hard to continue speaking. Her husband, one of the only men here, did his best to console her. He picked up where she left off, even though it obviously pained him- "She kills them." “W-what? You’re telling ne Sara is going to...Dear…

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  • Personal Narrative-Changing Experience Of Lying In Middle School

    Lying on my bedroom floor, I cried. It wasn’t one of those angry cries or stress cries, it was a cry that highlighted the hurt and pain that consumed me. I couldn’t comprehend what I did to deserve any of it, so I just cried. No one could hear me. Earlier that day in 2012, I woke up to my regular, everyday routine. From the kitchen, my mom yelled, “Wake up! It’s time to get ready for school!” Grumbling, I got out of my bed and started getting ready. It was a lovely spring morning, and I was…

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  • Personal Narrative: The Coming To Be Made In My Life

    difference was going to be made in my life. As I walked into my father’s office I saw my brother sitting there in tears and I started shaking. It was at that moment that I knew my whole life was going to change My father went on to tell me how my brother had made a decision. “Nick, your brother has something to tell you.” I already knew what was going to be said and I began crying. The tears wouldn’t stop falling I tried to hold them back but it was no use. “Nick” my brother said “I have…

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  • Creative Writing: Dear Y Camp Family

    from five fires I was holding hands with this one little girl. We walked down the road in the pitch black the stars and sounds of all the other kids surrounding us. I heard a sniffle and looked down at the little girl gripping my three fingers. Big tears cascaded down her face. I stopped on the gravel road and turned on my dying flash light then knelt down to seven year old height. “What wrong?” I asked sympathetically. “I-I miss my dad” she sniffled. I immediately didn 't think anything of…

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  • Personal Narrative: A Day At My Nursing Home

    This Summer, the biggest change happened to me. My mom got a new job halfway across the country. I used to be living in West Point, New York on Benedict Road, which is known as “Sesame Street” because every house has at least one kid, where my dad worked at the military academy, but ever since he got sick we were everywhere. Most days in New York were exceptional! The sun gleamed for 12 hours of the long complicated working days down on the city below. The towering trees reached up to the…

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  • Personal Narrative-Deer Hunting

    I saw the deer in the cross hairs of my scope; I took one last deep breath of the crisp winter air as my dad pressured me to hurry up, and I squeezed the trigger. I had never heard anything sound so loud in my life. My heart was beating through my chest as I looked down to see blood and shattered glass everywhere. The doe I was aiming for still standing in front of me unharmed. I was shaking uncontrollably, and not from the cold, but from the sight of what I had done. The smell of black power…

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