Personal Narrative-Halloween In Nepal

I felt my heart hammering in my chest. I knew I was next and my anxiety was trying to get the better of me but I knew better. When I heard my name called, I slowly got up from my seat. I glanced around me and caught my brother’s eye. He gave me a small smile, giving me the courage I needed to get myself to the stage. As I stood in front of the podium I looked over the crowd. Everyone’s eyes were on me. My heart started pounding in my ear, words escaping my mind. All I could do was wonder how I had ended up here. I was never really in touch with my Jewish roots. I observed many of the sacred holidays and I was Bat Mitzvah, but I did not take my heritage seriously. Sunday religious school was more a social event than educational. Being Jewish

The short story “Black-Eyed Women” is within the book The Refugees, written by Viet Thanh Nguyen. The characters throughout the short story share similar qualities as the undead. This being said, the 38-year-old Vietnamese refugee is the narrator of the short story who works as a ghostwriter; who has lived in silence with her mother for a good amount of time. The idea of a ghost’s embodiment is proven through the ultimate struggle one may face during catastrophic periods. But what do ghosts have to do with refugees? Viet Than Nguyen explains this through his writing when the narrator’s brothers ghost visited her and said, “You died too”. “You just don’t know it” (Nguyen 17). This brings attention to the obligation the ‘black-eyed women’ present as an embodiment of ghosts, and how the narrator interprets such thing. The refugees may have died internally during the process of finding asylum, but have proven otherwise that they are still living externally.

I looked out from the passenger side window as we pulled into our parking spot. The trees were beginning to go bare in the frigid October weather, and the ground was covered in their dry, crispy leaves. The four of us were going on a haunted hayride tonight, a popular past-time for season. We clambered out of the car and left our bags behind. It had rained the day before, and it made the ground beneath us soft with mud and trampled leaves. The night hung over us in a dark, cloudy sheet. No one could ask for a better backdrop for this decidedly frightful evening.

I was excited that I couldn’t sleep. I paced around my room once, then twice, then a third time. I was thinking about what I was about to do tomorrow that would change history. My name and picture would be on magazines and online. I was going to the past.

It was Halloween night, my three friends Bryce, Zach, and Bailey and I were so excited, it was the 666th Halloween, we had all met up at Bryce’s Brother KY’s house in Donaldson, Arkansas. We had been invited to this Halloween party in down town Malvern on the train tracks by ACME Brick. So we called Bailey’s sister Megan because she lives beside KY’s house and KY and his Fiancé Megan wouldn’t take us to that part of Malvern because it is one of the worst neighborhoods in Malvern.

It all came down to this. All of the long hours of hard work, all leading up to this one final practice. Next Saturday the Liberty High School Marching Band would be competing at the FootHill Band Review and every member had to give it their all if we wanted to have a successful practice. It was a brisk October night, the leaves on the trees were turning a beautiful auburn, and the sun disappearing into a golden sea behind Mount Diablo. As we got into our formation in the parking, I felt the brass slowly turning my hands numb as I held my trumpet.

Henry Bailey suffered from bronchial troubles. He would cough and cough until his narrow face turned scarlet, and his light blue, derisive eyes filled up with tears; then he took the lid off the stove, and, standing well back, shot out a great clot of phlegm – hss – straight into the heart of the flames. We admired his for this performance and for his ability to make his stomach growl at will, and for his laughter, which was full of high whistlings and gurglings and involved the whole faulty machinery of his chest. It was sometimes hard to tell what he was laughing at, and always possible that it might be us.

I see the faint shadows of towering, tall trees side by side in the forest. It 's dark out. All the critters are asleep and there are no longer the sounds of angry drivers racing down the nearby highway, or shouts of children on the playground a couple blocks down. The white, fluffy, deep snow makes it hard to walk, and my feet are numb from the cold. I have to squint my eyes to make out what 's in front of me. I can see my breath when I breathe out. I can hear the snow crunching underneath my thick wool boots and fuzzy socks, and can hear the sound of my own breathing. The faint howling of the wind sounds like ghosts swarming the city on Halloween. I notice an old abandoned, dilapidated house far off in the distance, in desperate need for a new paint job. With it’s rickety old

He was rounding home plate, the small crowd was going wild. The Lombardi 's Pizza little league team had just won their first game; my mother was ecstatic, my father was underwhelmed per usual. I wasn’t aware of either of those facts though, because I had been sitting behind the dugout reading to all of my friend’s little siblings “Boo to You, Winnie the Pooh”. Most 9 year old boys ignored the bored younger siblings that were forced to be present at the team’s games - but I wanted them to be happy, and in turn I knew I would be happy.

Today, Cheez-Its were banned at school. I can’t believe that they would do this! I was in the cafeteria when it happened, and I believe it was a small thing that happened.You know boys are going to jack around, but don’t blame everybody for it.

Without the slightest doubt in my mind, making Alabama’s all-state honor band is my proudest achievement. Of all the prideful moments in my life, earning a spot in all-state shines brightest of all; it took more effort and dedication than any other challenge I have ever faced. However, as physically and mentally draining as all-state was, one week later I wanted to do it all over again; this taught me a few things, namely that I especially love music, have an extremely competitive drive, and am willing and capable to accomplish any goal I set for myself. In other words, playing with the all-state honor band is my crowning achievement because it taught me who I am.

Senior Vanessa L. is wearing a costume for this year’s Haunted Hallway. She shares about her experience; “I had so much fun scaring the middle schooler. Their reactions are priceless. Each one funnier than the last. I am really glad that for my last year at TFS I got to do something as cool as

It was the summer of 2015 in a small midwestern town, 30 miles north of Kansas. The sun was just starting to shine and the birds were beginning to chirp. I had just awoken from a long restful sleep. This was the best I have felt in months. A nasty cold had been hanging around for about two weeks. I felt refreshed and a little punchy. I went to wake my brother, he is 3 years older than me. It’s always funny to wake up a sixteen year old, especially Chuck, who stays up every night until 2 o’clock in the morning texting the love of his life, well the new love of his life, Bunny. After harassing Chuck for a few minutes, trying to get him out of bed, I decided I needed to take Pepper out for her morning run. You know Yorkies need their

Sad times were afoot in the house where Sterling lives, and he is very curious to find out why is mom and dad are so unhappy.

I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”. Then she had replied with “ hurry up and eat your breakfast we have to take you to your last appointment ”. I remembered that i had therapy but i didn't want to go i just want to forget about what had happened. I deeply sighed and ate then went upstairs and changed. Then when i had finished i walked downstairs when i had seen my sister on the phone , she was sad and stressed then i