What Happened

begged with hope through their sorrow eyes that I would be able to revive Alex. I was surprised what they were saying but I realized that Larry had cut deep through Alex's throat from before and that was the reason I cried and the reason Larry and Michelle were able to get extended life. I completely forgot Alex was dead because since I lost my body for a while, I couldn't recall things that happened. But I hoped and wished in my mind that somehow Alex would be able to come back alive; I even…

man in striped pajamas holding it open in triumph. People from all sides of him rushed out breathing air. Bruno would have rushed out too, but he refused to leave without Shmuel. Bruno pulled Shmuel and tried to get him to move, but he didn’t budge. What was Shmuel thinking? Was he playing some kind of joke? Did he think this was a game?…

follow Ms.Stiles to see if Jenny could hear her thought. Jenny was not very good at staying hidden and accidentally bumps into her. Something happened to her when Ms.Stiles caught her from hitting the concrete. Jenny did not talk for fifteen seconds and her breathing was heavy after she came back. I waited until Ms.Stiles was no where near us to ask her what happened. “ I think I just saw the future,” Jenny replied when we sat down. She told me that she saw someone looking at some papers and…

resiliency has been changed drastically over this past semester. I have always used the future to drive me through past adversities that I was facing. By focusing on what I still need to do rather than on what happened. In the long term I don’t think this is good for me because I still struggle with a lot of things that have happened – even those that are in the distant past. I think this is because I chose to not talk about things but instead just ignore them and move on. This has helped…

*coughing* he wanted to take REVENGE on me for kicking it. So it crept up on me and tried to poke me and I turned and kicked it. That’s why it wants REVENGE!! So whatever but let’s advance in the story; so George Washington playing the techno drums, WHAT oops, went back wrong way lets go forward. Ok so I went to school during fourth period as were leaving. This weird looking really skinny guy approaches me. He smells really, really bad and he asks me “am I ready to leave” in a weird tone on…

That day twenty years ago started like any other day, I woke up, got ready for school, ate breakfast and left to meet my best friends Jamie and Christine so we can walk to school together. What I didn’t know is in a split second my life would change my life forever. The memories of that day are still a little fuzzy, it feels like mini clips from a movie. I remember it was cloudy and drizzling on that day. I was walking along talking to my friends. Then stopping at a busy intersection waiting…

Through the use of color, dialogue balloons and engaging scenes, my graphic memoir represents a somber and interactive memory from my early childhood. Everyone knows that honesty is always the best policy and in my short graphic memoir, I share the story of the time I lied to a very important person in my life, just to protect myself from harm. My actions resulted from the fact that I was too scared to be honest and admit the truth. In my coming of age graphic memoir, I share a very important…

circumstances in which our action (or lack of action) did impact the death of another. In these cases, there is a rational source of the guilt. In other cases, the guilt isn’t tied to something a person did or didn’t do. Instead, the person feels guilty about what they perceive they could or should have done.” (Whatsyourgrief.com). As you can see from this passage the Seventh man has no reason to feel…

have on his conscience. My conscience constantly reminded me that it's not normal. “Do you remember what happened here?” my conscience nagged as he sat down on the grass beside me. His bright, gleaming armor was almost blinding. “What the hell do you want?” I groaned, watching a few ducklings waddle into the glittering pond. I made a valiant effort to avoid the question. “Watch your profanity.” “What do you want? I haven't murdered anyone. Hell I haven't…

for a second and the seconds turned into hours. Once I woke up I checked my watch and I started freaking out. I only had one more day left I slept the rest of the day. It was currently Sunday morning my mom let me miss church after I told her what happened to my report. I was scared and stressed because I had to rewrite five pages’ front, and back.…