Personal Narrative: Ariana Grande's Home

In the short story, “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?”, by Joyce Carol Oates, Connie met another character named Arnold Friend. Throughout their interactions Connie evolves in the story. In “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?”, Connie evolves as a character through Connie's relationship with her mother, interactions with Friend, and her emotional and physical status.

Lizabeth is one to experience the formidable changes of flourishing into a grown woman, as can be seen throughout the story of ‘Marigolds’ by Eugenia Collier. Growing up in the decrepit time of the Great Depression, Lizabeth was unacquainted of the world outside her shanty neighborhood. Society’s burdened responsibility was thrusted upon her, though her childishness persona. Her callowness and immaturity demeanor ceased to exist when an act of sudden revelation ensued, she loses innocence-gaining her conscious mind of womanhood.

We were all sitting around the lunch table, and then suddenly my two friends Briaden and Joel started fighting each other. I tried to see why they were fighting when I noticed a bag of chips between their clashing bodies. They were fighting for a bag of chips! Both of them looked like barbarics de-evolutionised back to their primal instincts to fulfill their one craving, hunger. The need to fulfill a hunger for something brings out the darkest in all of us. This correlation is what can cause a society to turn bad and against one another.

Sometimes in life, people stumble upon others who are careless and destroy peoples lives even though it may be unintentional. Some people are just toxic, they destroy lives one by one. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes it’s just the effect they have on people. This occured in the novel The Great Gatsby, written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, which took place around the 1920’s, a time where women didn’t have as many rights and freedoms and men were not so great to them or to most people for that matter. Tom and Daisy are prime examples of this throughout the whole novel, many other characters are unsure as to why they are even married. They disagree throughout the majority of the story, they

In the novel Beloved by Toni Morrison you often see a use of words that convey a deeper meaning. “Oh yes. Oh yes, yes, yes. Someday you be walking down the road and you hear something or see something going on...No matter what.” This quote depicts the her dear past and the underlying events leading up the this feeling. Sethe’s life for the past years have not been the best and the quote signifies the her journey and feeling of it all. Sethe has lived in constant uncertainty in a house haunted by her firstborn. Common during this time Sethe’s mother-in-law lived with her. This has a big impact on Sethe’s outlook about things. Baby Suggs prior to her death sank into deep depression. She was exhausted of life, the slavery and the lost of eight

The darkness took over every corner of the streets. Squirrels scurried back to their trees, tripping on rocks and stumps as if they’re being chased. But me, I just felt lost. It was like I don’t even know where I’m going or where I came from, just that there is this thing in me that just leads me to that place. A few stumbles later, I felt that searing shock deep in my heart come out of nowhere. That’s when I knew something was about to go down. “The time…what time…” I kept saying to myself, but I had no intention of distracting myself with something else. The only thing in my mind was that place I was going to. My legs walked me over the stumps, by the sewer drainages, and under the overgrown branches, even if my mind didn’t know where I was.

Seven million three-hundred thousand Children nationally are affected with parents having to be in jail for days, weeks, months, and even years. For ten days I was affected by my father being in jail at Leavenworth County Jail. To some, this is nothing but to my family this was a big deal. Not only was he gone for ten days, which was longer then he’d ever been gone before, but we had to take him there and watch as he walked away from his wife, his kids, and his freedom.

Melinda Sordino started ninth grade just as afraid and alone as I did. At an End-of-the-Summer party, Melinda was raped by a football player from Merryweather, her new high school. She immediately called the cops to report the crime, however the kneejerk reaction of the underage drinkers occupying the houseparty silenced her and chased her away. Consequently, Melinda’s best friends from middle school abandoned her; no one wanted to be associated with the squealer. Her parents were distant and never took the time to understand the sudden change in Melinda’s demeanor. She fought hard to keep the darkness in: bloodying her lips with her teeth and nails to stay quiet. In the midst of Melinda’s battle to come to terms with her assault, she found

At the pub on St Martin's Lane, you guzzle Brooklyn Lager while Iggy uploads photos to the Internet. England Trip with Dad--Day One, she's called them, and she tags you in each: London Heathrow! Eating fish 'n' chips! Dad's neckbeard, lol! In one hand she cradles her cellphone and in the other a champagne flute that pulses with prosecco, which, you've learned, is European for sparkling wine. Iggy's got irises dark as ground coffee and skin the colour of cork. After each taste of bubbly her lips leave a forensic imprint on the glass. Eighteen, your daughter, not old enough to drink legally in British Columbia and too young to have voted--though she will, she reminds you, she'll vote for the goddamn Liberals. She's heading to university in Toronto,

A single drop of deep crimson blood fell onto the pristine, alabaster sink in the home of Thomas Milburn. In his peripheral vision, he could see another one slithering down his cheek into the basin. His hands were shaking again, he had noticed the tremors only yesterday, and yet they were already worsening. He looked down at the silver razor in his hand, the white splotches of cream were now tinted with a red hue.

eannette Levy was a wholesome country girl who had never been past the border of her small town since the day she moved there. Back when she was in high school, she was the track and cross country champion. She ran so fast that there was a trail of flames in her wake. Every house in her tiny town had to be at least a mile apart, but the town itself without the houses was extremely small. Anytime anyone had errands to run, they would always call Jeannette. She was a sweet girl that the entire town had loved from the moment she and her mother moved there when she was six years old. The serene town never had many visitors, so it came as a surprise to everyone when the day after Jeannette’s twenty second birthday a bright, shiny, and obviously

“But I did become sadder, and sadness gets boring after a while, for the sad person and for everyone around them.”

At that point the clouds pulled away from the moon. A large heavy eye gazing down on the scene. Its light meant just one thing. Time was up. Laci whimpered again as the figure loomed over her. Then all at once she had her arms around his leg and her teeth plunging into his ankle. Warm copper smelling blood filled her mouth and ran over her face, matting into her hair. Her assailant screamed loudly as Laci pulled away violently, severing his Achilles tendon. The now-wailing man fell into a puddle, water mixing with his own blood, gazing in horror at the sight before him. Laci’s bones snapped and reshaped, her clothes ripped apart as her form grew larger, black claws sprouted from her fingertips. The blood in her mouth full of sharpening teeth tasted like honey. The last thought she had before the animalistic instincts took her over was of how he would look on tomorrow’s

The patient lay transfixed to the table, every intimate facet callously exposed to his gaze. He appeared to be in his early seventies, intubated and already on a ventilator. Toneless muscles drooped in folds on grim limbs, and his ribs hoisted out like arching blades. The left arm and hip were grazed from scraping across pavement and on his lower chest, a contusion formed a purple island on the white parchment of skin.

“The girl was running. Running for her life, in the hope of finding a safe haven for her and her family. She never looks back, the only indication her father was still behind her was his ragged breathing above her head, forming puffs of air in this cold morning. She suddenly stumbles on a root, but her mother secures her fall with a small wisp of air.