Once upon a time when I was 8 years old. It was a pitch-black night with bone-chilling winds. I went to an horrifying Haunted House In Los Angeles California where the people say it’s the most paranormal haunted house in the city. Right when I went in, there where people gripping my arm and glaring at me and all of a sudden, boom someone grabbed my legs and a disturbing mortals with the most nerve racking costume crawled on me. I went screaming out and crying with a terrified look on my face.
Mckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well.
Rabidus Insane Asylum While I sat alone in my room, my parents were cooking our family dinner. Each year my mom and dad prepared a huge feast for the night. It wasn't Thanksgiving, it was not holiday, it was purge night. A purge is where there is 12 hours with no laws and with no limitations to what you choose to do. I took my medication with a glass of chilled milk, and went into the kitchen.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, by Ken Kesey, considers the qualities in which society determines sanity. The label of insanity is given when someone is different from the perceived norm. Conversely, a person is perceived as sane when their behavior is consistent with the beliefs of the majority. Although the characters of this novel are patients of a mental institution, they all show qualities of sanity. The book is narrated by Chief Brodmen, an observant chronic psychiatric patient, who many believe to be deaf and dumb.
It was one of those I’m-so-scared-I-don’t-want-to-do-this moments. I don’t really remember anything after
There it was, the creaky staircase of the abandoned Delta Mental Asylum. I have no idea why I thought this was a good idea. I’m getting chills and it’s the middle of summer. At least I’m not alone my sister, Aubrey, is with me. We were just about to go up the stairs when I thought I heard giggles, but Aubrey said I was just being paranoid.
Monologue of an Outsider (Running on stage) I’m finally home. (Taking off backpack) I don’t want to ever go back to school again. I wish I never moved to Canada.
Trey #4 One day I was standing in line to buy a snow globe. When I picked it up, then flash I was stuck in the globe it was very scary. When I tried to get out I pushed the door but it was frozen shut. So I turned around there was a very beautiful village.
The myth of Prometheus is timeless, having been first written around the 8th century BC, by the ancient Greek poet Hesiod. Prometheus (a name that means "forethought") was one of the central figures of the battle that transpired between the Titans and the Olympian gods to seize control of the heavens. Although Prometheus had initially sided with the Titans, he ultimately defected to the Olympians when the Titans would not take heed of his advice. The most famous action taken by Prometheus after he had defected was undoubtedly his theft of fire from Zeus, and his subsequent provision of the fire to humanity. This act has been depicted many times in artwork over the many years since the myth’s creation, and this reiteration in artwork has helped
As I walked down the street I heard a motorcycle behind me but thought nothing of it. Before I could blink the man on a motorcycle drove in front of me; while his partner sprinted behind me and yanked my necklace off of my neck. I stood paralyzed as the man on foot jumped on the back of the motorcycle and the two rode away. I returned home petrified for a couple of days, but as time passed I had already gotten over it.
In 2010 I was a zombie cowgirl for Halloween. I went trick or treating with my mom and my brother,Antone. We started trick or treating at our friend's house,then we went up the hill. I was seeing shadows, I was very scared that night, that weren’t there. The seven year old me was not ok with the night.
There was this girl that used to follow me around, I don't know if she knew I knew she stalked me but it always creeped me out. She was weird. I swear I even once or twice saw her killing small animals like bunnies, cats, or dogs. Freak.
It was a warm, sunny day in late May. I was on one of the last bus rides I was ever going to take from my school to my house, with all of my friends. Laughing and joking around. My parents had gotten a new house about 45 minutes away and I was switching schools and starting new.
Insanity, cock throbbing with excitement, lightly forced Zoey on her hands and knees. He placed her head near his crotch area, and thrusted forward, jamming his hard phallus in her eye socket. He slowly forced his penis inside her skull, completely gouging her eye out. He took the removed eye and inserted it into his anal cavity. “WHAT THE FUCK
I fell in love, I got addicted, I lost my conscience, Insanity, Listening to her twisted, frighten thoughts, as if they were lullabies She whispers ‘don’t let me go’ She held onto me, like if I were the thread that held on to her humanity Her stiletto heels tramples on my very soul; Wether out of hatred, or of love Time spent with her seemed limitless, time itself seemed insignificant.
