A cadillac. My family was rich. They spent a lot on me. Little did I know, that just four days later, I would end up in auto-repair from my bad crash trying to parallel park. About a month later, I was dropped off at Stanford University. I stayed for all four years. There, my old school friend, Jony Spagoni was my roommate. When I got out of college, I met a girl. Her name was Miss Florie Wentworth. I payed her parents $50,000 to be able to marry her. The next night, we went to Beverly Diamond Shop. From that night on, everything would be different for me.
About a year ago, my dad got into a a very severe mountain biking accident. My 11 year old brother was with him and he called my mom and I for help. We could tell on the phone that he was panicked and afraid. So I grabbed the first aid kit and we rushed to the car and drove to where they had been riding. When we pulled up to the dirt parking lot we saw my little brother, he was shirtless and waving his arms for us. My mom and I later found out the shirt was used to help control my dads bleeding from the accident. We trekked for over a mile to where my dad was. I prepared my self for the worst because so far we had no details on what had happened, just that it wasn 't good. My mom and I turned a corner on the trail, and saw him. His whole face
A couple weeks ago I was left home alone. My mom went out to Los Angeles and my brother slept over his friend's house. I went down stairs to get a glass of water. I heard the sound of the garage being opened . I gave it a second before checking to see what is was because the person who would have opened the garage should have came in already.There was no one. The garage continuously opened and closed for a good 10 minutes but eventually stopped. To this day I still don't know what or who opened the garage. This was supposed to be a nice and relaxing night by myself , but it quickly transformed into a aggravating night I do not want to have again. Transformation obviously creates fear. This can be seen in the following three stories as well. Oate’s “Where is here”,Arthur Tress’ “Dream Collector” and Julio Cortazar’s “House Taken Over” uses transformation of an ordinary person and an ordinary setting to show us how easily circumstances can change .
In the reading "Why We Crave Horror Movies," Stephen King writes about why we enjoy watching good horror movies which frighten us. He discusses how our emotions get to the point that we can not handle anymore, and they have to be released. These emotions make us feel anxious and challenge us to do more in life. Horror produces anxiety, but the decisions that we make in life challenge us more. There are many decisions in life that make us challenge ourselves.
Today I woke up pretty early for a summer day, around 7am. I walked downstairs and asked my dad if we could go fishing today. He said yes and suggested that we get ready to leave. I got my fishing pole, fishing net, and my extra fishing pole string. While I was getting my stuff my dad called his friend Jimmy and asked if he wanted to come as well. He said yes, but he will be coming later. I brought my fishing stuff to my dad’s car when I realized he brought his old fishing pole out. I asked him, “Why are you bringing that fishing pole?” I only asked this because it was over 15 years old. He said, “This fishing pole is really good for catching bigger fish.” I didn’t argue with him simply because it was his fishing pole. We left our house around
One Sunday night in October 2015 my dad went to a Packer game with a friend from work. On his way to the game my dad and his friend stopped at a party bus. His friend knew the guys that had the party bus so they stayed for a couple of drinks. My dad has always told me never to set your drink down because someone could put something in it. Well he should have taken his own advice because, he set his drink down for a bit then, when he went to pick his cup back up he ended up picking up a different cup that possibly had drugs in it. After a couple drinks my dad and his friend go into the stadium and find their seats. My dad only had 3 or 4 drinks at the Packer game and at the beginning of 3rd quarter they finally left to go home. My dads friend dropped my dad off at his car in appleton then, my dad drove home only to the edge of Oshkosh at the last stop light. He only made it that far because he got pulled over.
I had lived in Woonsocket Rhode Island all my life. It was a peaceful town and had one of the lowest crime rates in the country. My father moved here after he met my mother Sara because he came from a bad neighborhood. We don’t like to talk about it much, it’s just something we really don’t know how to explain. It’s me, my brother Joe, my mother Rose, and my father Michael. My name is also Michael after my father, its been a family name and when I get older I want to name my kid Michael to continue the heritage. We lived on Shamans Street, right off the main avenue. It was considered one of the safest places in Woonsocket, I could never feel safer I was like a baby in a carriage.
“Hey Mac, I’m low on cash, but me and my buds really need a cigarette or two. Mind if I borrow a few bucks?” Tray slowly said as he walked up to me sitting on the outside bleachers of our school. My eyes shot to his pocket as he slowly pulled out a knife I had seen many times before. My fists clenched, I quickly breathed, and as I bit my cheek tasting warm blood, which didn’t help, the adrenaline rush started.
At my old house on 2901 S St. Francis Lane the way in was quite a challenge. When driving in it required many left turns and following twisting rotes. When you got to St. Francis your car wouldn 't require you to gas, gravity took over. The hill would alway be a pain in the winter. When the road was re-paved in the summer of 2010, they said that the rollers had trouble down and over it. That hill always caused headaches but made the neighborhood more secretive, because driving by you couldn’t tell what was under it.
The polar express has been a loved movie by my family since I can remember. Around the holidays we would always sit down as a family with popcorn and hot chocolate and enjoy watching the truly classic christmas movie. It was 2010, just around the holidays, when my parents thought it would be fun to take me and my brother to the Great Smoky Mountain Railroad to ride The Polar Express Train. Little did we know it would turn into the adventure it was.
I spend roughly sixteen hours per week in my vehicle commuting to and from my job. Eleven of hours are spent driving home and then back on the weekend. I work as a crane operator and to stay employed, you have to go where the work is. Currently for me, the work is over 300 miles east of my home in southeast South Dakota to the northeast of St. Paul, Minnesota along the Wisconsin border. It's safe to say that I am an expert windshield warrior rivaled only by the truckers that make a living driving. I've made similar commutes to other job sites over the years in my profession because there isn't always a job close to home. It's one of those necessary evils that we have to endure to accomplish our goals. Spending all that time behind the wheel
A usual early release wednesday could have potentially escalated into a ghastly pit of false courage. Though I had it all planned in my head, it all went dreadfully wrong. It seemed so fast, and unreal as it all unfolded. On a humid dry, ordinary day, my cockiness got the best of me, I messed up horribly even with confidence on my side. This event has instructed me to calm down and stop being a daredevil.
The first I ever had was an old model of the brand Toyota. It was color blue and was second-hand so I got it at a cheaper price. For a second-hand car, it was in a really good condition. Although I had to do some repainting since it had some dents and scratches on it. I remember my dad telling me that if I want to earn my first car, I need to work for it. I did some part-time works so that I can earn. My parents of course helped me with purchasing. They shouldered about half of price. My father told me that buying a car is one of the most fulfilling experience I will have in my young life because I can see where my money is going.
I had turned six and my dad had promised me that he would get me this pretty pink glittery bike with training wheels I begged for. And teach me to ride it. I had never attempted to ride a bike before so I was extremely nervous. My dad wanted to make sure I was prepared. On the day of my birthday, I was given safety gear first. Without any hesitation I told him thank you. I was excited to know I was going to see my new bike next. The moment he brought out my bike he had a big smile on his
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