Leo exhaled, his breath twirled in the moonlight. His cool golden skin undertone was pale olive from the frigid wind. He glanced at the moon and shook his long curly dark mane that sent snowflakes upon his winter-coat and boots. He walked cautiously down a cul-de-sac he was all to familiar with. The streetlights flicker as he clenches his gun as he walks past deserted home after deserted home. These homes once housed familiar faces of friends he grew up with, now abandoned with boarded up windows and doors that creak open from gusts of wind. Cars buried in snow, windows busted and tires that are flat create a obstacle course that blockade the cracked cement road. The silence makes his skin hair stand on end and goose bumps begin to form on his back, his eyes fully dilated and the only sound is the crunch of snow beneath his feet. He pauses at a house with a hand painted sign of doom eyes watery from what he is witnessing.
"Leo bring her to me." A strange mysterious female voice says, Leo's eyes lit up and he begins to spin around frantically to locate were the eerie voice came from.
"Hello!" He yells out loud which was only met with utter silence.
"Hello who is there!?" He yells once again as he lifts up his gun unsure of what might be lurking in the darkness.
He walks edgy towards the middle of the cul-de-sac and faces a small brick house upon a slope. His eye's widened and his breath begins to get heavy as he lowers his weapon towards his jeans. The brick house windows barricaded with wooden planks and the red window-shields were crooked dangling from a lonely screw or two. Small patches of dead grass pop out the snow and the three trees in the front law are withered and dead. The rock patched driveway held a Nissan car on...
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"Damn Leo you can sleep through a tornado we might have trouble wake up!" Amber said astonished.
"It was all a dream" Leo thought to himself.
"What is it!?" Leo said while he rubbed his eyes trying to snap back to reality.
"Something is going on at the warehouse over the hill, I heard a loud noise sounded like a crash of some sort we better check it out." Leo stared at Amber almost blankly still thinking about what he just dreamt about. For a girl she is fairly tall with long brunette hair, brown eyes and olive colored skin.
"Are you okay you look like you seen a ghost?"
"Crazy dream"
"Well get your mind out the gutter and get focused we might have zombies to kill but on a positive note if that sound was a vehicle we can use it and look for Zion" Amber said as she smirked at Leo while throwing him his jacket and backpack.
"Alright give me a second"
" Okay " I say trying to seem calm as I look at this weird fog like stuff around him. " Listen, now you are not going to die " he says and takes the armor and puts it back on the shelf. " Do you see it " he asks looking at me.
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
Shadows prowled the streets looking for an opportunity to strike their prey. How am I supposed to live here? Not after what happened four years ago”This place looks like a war zone. As he walked down the street people flew in the shadows like ghosts looking for someone to possess.”They know what I did!” He wailed. Jack was 12 years old about 5’2” 90 lbs. His mahogany hair hung down to about his shoulders and curled up at the end. His rusty eyes seemed to match his pupils forming an endless pit of brown.
...ome the dream of attainment slowly became a nightmare. His house has been abandoned, it is empty and dark, the entryway or doors are locked. The sign of age, rust comes off in his hands. His body is cold, and he has deteriorated physically & emotionally. He is weathered just like his house and life. He is damaged poor, homeless, and the abandoned one.
“Why did you bring me here then?!” She asks frantically looking around to make sure there wasn’t a ghost around. Which is kind of funny, because they're not real.
“Have you spotted any new spirits around here recently?” Pluto asked, trying to read the spirit’s almost nonexistent face. The spirit fluttered and shook his head furiously.
“This information will not help us. They’ll mess up and then we'll get them.” Jake said
Buildings are no longer in sight, only green pastures and large farms. Rising into the black sky, the moon illuminates the darkness. Chattering on the bus becomes noiseless. John leans forward as the bus stops. “We’re out of gas!” the driver shouts. John’s breath accelerates as he slowly turns his head away from the window. A light flickers in the corner of his eye. Exhaling deeply, John thinks it is just a star. But the flicker vigorously grows and becomes red. A girl screams as she points towards the growing flames. Wanting to look, John clenches his fists and turns his head towards the glass. Roars of the flaming torches crackle in his ears. White hoods march forward with their pitchforks and rocks. “You don’t belong here!” shouts a member of the
Repression of memories is a controversial topic that has been argued for many years. Some support the myth and it has been imposed in cases to obtain legal convictions. Although researchers have found methods to refute the myth, individuals still believe they have repressed a memory of a traumatic event. This has recently taken place in 2007 in the Colorado vs. Marshall case. Marshall Adam Walker was accused of sexually assaulting a seventeen year-old who claimed that he made three boys pose nude for videos. He was sentenced to 24 years to life in prison. One of the boys claimed to recover a repressed memory of the event while watching a movie (“Legal cases (53), 2010”). This student’s claim made an influential impact on the perpetrator’s sentence. This reflects the power these accusations have had recently in the media and in criminal cases that involve a traumatic event such as sexual assault.
Kowalski, M.(1998, December). Applying the "two schools of thought" doctrine to the repressed memory controversy. The Journal of Legal Medicine. Retrieved September 14, 2000 from Lexis-Nexis database (Academic Universe) on the World Wide Web: http://www.lexis-nexis.com/universe
Flame's eyes widened as he sat up. "Ugh," He ran his hand through his hair. "I can't help it, I'm worried."
In recent years the topic on repressed memories and the falseness of a memory have been
We have started to undervalue memories somewhat in society because we put an extraordinary amount of emphasis on focusing on the future. This was alluded to earlier in our idea of success. We are now very goal oriented and driven and this causes our perception to be intensely focused on where we are going, not where we have been. This tunnel vison helps us to achieve what we want to do and reach the locations we desire to go, but it doesn’t teach us very much without perspective.
Usually when you end up drifting off to sleep, you fall into a deep sleep and begin to experience a so called dream.” However, most children, and even some adults, experience some even more terrifying so called dreams. These dreams are called nightmares. Nightmares have been occurring in people’s sleep for hundreds of years. People have been interested in them for centuries and they have quite an interesting past to them.
Life is a series of frequent changes. At some point in life one will be tossed into circumstances that urges one to make decisive life choices and adjust particular behavior for the aim of becoming a better form of oneself. Despite one’s recognition that modifications have to be done, the process of changing is difficult. Thus, some individuals are scared to change and refuse to do so. In “ A Rose for Emily”, William Faulkner uses literary tools such as the setting, symbolisms and the conflicts to develop his theme that fixation of the past will wound one’s present. Falkner exemplified that changes are inevitable and refusal to accept the progression will only result in decadence that eventually will induce negative effects in one’s life.