The world was white. Everything around me was white. And I was wearing a white angel-like gown. Well that confirms it, I’m dead. That monster sliced me into bits and then used me for whatever he needed me for. And now I am here. Hopefully on my way to Feng-Tu by now, on my way to heaven. “Kaito.” A faint voice calls and I look around me, there is nothing here. Just me and the white nothingness that goes on forever. “Kaito!” It yells again. I whip my head around. Ok, this is weird, someone is here. “Kaito!” the voice yells again as the white disappears instantly and I open my eyes again to see the ceiling, it’s an earthy brown color and it is plain. I’m not in my room. My ceiling is covered in paint from drawings I gaze at. I move my …show more content…
“Yes, Harry is his son. Norman was injected with an odd serum that transformed him into a huge monster. The Green Goblin.” Dad says his hands are folded together and his elbows are resting on his knees, his head is bowed so his blond bangs cover his eyes. “The serum helped push his already messed up mind over the edge. He attacked the SHIELD Helicarrier and caused it to be blown up. Also costing a scientist by the name of Curt Connors, his right arm.” Dad took a deep breath and let it out. “We ran into him many times after that, each time he was stronger than the last. He perfected the venom symbiote, which he used to keep me, your mom, Kasumi, and Hiroshi busy while he hunted you and Hope. And at one point he used the same serum that turned him into the Goblin on me and the rest of the team, besides Spiderman.” I look up from my eating, I could tell this was a painful memory for Dad even without using my powers. “You’ve never told us about that.” I comment. Dad looks up at me and smiles. “I know I didn’t. I didn’t think I needed to tell you. I never imagined that it would come up. It’s not exactly something the team talks about much, it’s a painful memory, even if things did turn out ok in the
"You did dad proud. Thank you, Darry," was Ponyboy's surprising response as the two brothers pulled away from their hug.
“We know Dad has done the bad thing and we know you can make anyone
I was lying in my bed and I looked over at my closet doors, which had sliding mirrors, and I saw myself. I looked like I had died. My face was pale, my eyes were black, and I was unusually skinny.
“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then,” my father’s voice was still the same, “that changes things, doesn’t it?”
?My protectors had departed, and had broken the only link that held me with the world?, Monster (140)
...king” The Green Goblin snapped back. Then all of a sudden The Goblin came full force at Spider-Man and there was punching and smacking and kicking till The Green Goblin had enough. “Okay I’m done fighting you.” I am clearly no match for you.” The Green Goblin said short of breath.
"My father and I hadn't said a word to each other when I went home for
KELLER: I know how you feel, kid, I’ll never forgive myself. If I could’ve gone in that day I’d never allow Dad to touch those heads.
MY TORTURE PROFESSIONAL RETURNED AND SAID IT WAS TIME TO GET STARTED. I SUDDENLY FELT WEAK, AND THROUGH SOME UNKNOWN FORCE OF WILL, I FOLLOWED HIM INTO HIS STUDIO.
This aspect of Harry’s low esteem and lack of identity makes him doubtful and confused. Unfortunately, Harry’s father and mother had been murdered by the evil Wizard, Lord Voldemort. In this family life, Harry is future victimized by the selfishness of Uncle Vernon and his wife. These domestic experiences in the “real world” are grim, as they often involve Harry’s struggle with Uncle Vernon. In this way, Uncle Vernon prevents him realizing his true identity as the son of a famous “pure-blood” wizard. For example, Uncle Vernon prevents Harry from seeing letters from a mysterious writer that seeks to know his
"Good morning," I said to my dad as I sat down. He was standing with his back to me as he flipped over some pancakes.
“No, not at all” my dad responded back. Where was I? Oh yes, I was standing awkwardly behind my father. My shyness always got the best of me.
“It’s hard to hear the yelling and unkind words. Seeing parents upset make me worried and I don’t understand what to do except crying.”
“You and dad were talking about how I had Dyslexia. Is it going to hurt?” I asked.
I saw the great ball of white light, but I could feel it as well. I felt it enter me, and then out of nowhere it went black, like it was angry or upset. I acknowledged it and released it, when I did, I again could see a face. This face was far away, and unhappy, the face felt angry and sad. I kept studying it, and kept my thoughts open so it would feel that I was open to it, and wanted to know why it was with me, but then the dark face changed. The blackness that was ahold of me and the face inside that blackness became the forest green color I have been seeing in all of the meditations so far. This time the forest green color was not all around me, it was blinking, and took on a type of mushroom shape. The forest green color just kept pulsing for a while, and towards the end of the meditation, the part where it says to embrace my loving self, and to stay with it for as long as I felt comfortable, the forest green color grew, and from it purple came to the center of everything, with orange fraying at the edges. The orange was pulsing, as if it wanted to break free of something, but the purple was quiet, and