I tried to run, but it was too dark out. The creature had bright yellow eyes, it was getting bigger and bigger, closer and closer. Soon it became clear to me what this thing really was. But then something else hit me… This summer, my sister and I flew to Denver, Colorado for a wedding of a close friend of ours that we were both a part of. For about a week, I stayed at my aunt’s house and went on all sorts of fun adventures with my cousins and friends. The first day that we were there, my aunt took her son Alex, my sister Christina, and I to walk some trails where there was a huge lake thanks to tons of downpours from the week before. Hiking the trails didn’t go so well because almost all of the trails were submerged beneath rain water. Since …show more content…
hiking these smaller trails didn’t go as planned, we called up some more of our cousins and traveled up to Boulder, Colorado. We hiked up a mountain which took up the majority of our day, but I’d say it was definitely worth it considering all the great things I saw and was able to do while hiking up the mountain. It was about 18,000 feet up in elevation and had plenty of stunning sights to see. Then another day we found a place to play mini golf which was a first time for me, and shockingly it turned out being a lot more enjoyable than I had hoped. On other days I got to go bowling, went to a few parks, played many different sports with my cousins, and even had the pleasure of going four nights without any sleep whatsoever. But there is also another small event that I wouldn’t let anyone miss hearing out on… On the day of the wedding, I had pulled three all-nighters the previous nights walking into the kitchen to drink tea at three or four in the morning every night and was being a party animal; therefore all I wanted to was to get some sleep. Luckily I wasn’t alone in this, so my cousin Tim and I were basically waking each other up several times throughout the wedding so we wouldn’t end up looking like little children. Besides wanting to snooze for a few hours, that day was without a doubt better than any other one I had during my visit in Colorado because I had gotten to meet so many awesome new people and was able to see so many more of my amazing cousins. After the wedding, the whole wedding crew went to take wedding pictures in the greatest parts of downtown Denver and afterwards our party went to the Red Rocks Amphitheatre without the newlyweds.
The area was pretty much closed; however we figured we could get away with staying past closing time for a little while longer. Thanks to a few people, we eventually got kicked out of there because of the little racket they had caused. It was already getting dark outside and the weather started getting a little chilly so my friend decided we could warm up by running around the area a little around the long rows of rock seats. We had raced a few times and began getting worn out. By the time it was over, our group was getting ready to leave the amphitheatre and everyone was heading towards the cars but then one of the girls that was with our group decided she wanted to have some fun too and asked me if I wanted to race to our car and grab our jackets. I agreed thinking why not, but little did I know what was about to happen. So we dashed towards the parking lot zooming past the group ahead of us running downhill. As we neared toward the car, my stupid self thought I could speed up and run as fast as my legs would possibly carry me and impress her showing how fast I could really run. I outran her but didn’t nearly make it to the car until I lost balance tripping over my flip flops and flung myself tumbling forward like a huge bowling ball doing a few flips and then sliding a little
farther as if still trying to touch the car to finish. I scratched four toes on my right foot, got a nice big purple bruise on one of my knees, injured my hip, slid on the right part of my chest, grazed my entire arm, and even got the honors of digging my face into the concrete and scratching up my cheek. Alina, the girl I was racing wasn’t even able to make it to me and ask if I was okay because she nearly fell over herself when she saw how I went down. She looked like she was about to die right there on the ground holding her stomach so hard for laughing at me nonstop for about ten minutes. Boy did I just love myself for doing something like that. A concert had just finished and the crew was cleaning up as they heard us still there and yelled at us to leave immediately. After someone from the band yelled at us, one of the guys that works at the Red Rocks Amphitheatre had heard me where I was and came to see what happened. He left quickly to go find a first aid kit, and the rest of our group that I was with caught up to me and started asking what happened but neither of us could answer because I just couldn’t speak and Alina was still laughing to the point where she started tearing up and continued laughing between each half attempted word. By the time that guy had found a first aid kit, we had already gotten a hold of one and someone was already helping me get cleaned up and off the ground to the car. In time we all drove off to Lookout Mountain. It’s where you can drive up the mountain and there are areas where you can see like all of Colorado and it’s especially beautiful at night because of all the city lights that illuminate the sky. We stayed there for a while and I felt pretty darn special; I got to be the talk of the night. I don’t mean to brag or anything but I think I stole the newlyweds show that day.
Mrs. Kelly is a 42-year-old female here today complaining of a lump in her left armpit.
I’ve never seen this before so fear started to bottle up inside me. As I get closer I started to smell dead fish which I never have smelled before coming home. My plan was to turn and sprint, but when I turned they were right there in front of me. When I try to turnaround I just couldn't, it was like I was paralyzed. I start to look at them and they have tentacles as hands. They have these dark blue eyes that gave me the chills. Then they started to talk in this unorthodox language, that I definitely couldn't understand. They also reeked of dead fish. One of them started to wrap his tentacles around my neck when… I woke
I ran outside to the backyard and I had been jumping for no more than 10 or 15 minutes. I had just taught myself how to do a front flip on the trampoline the day before. I decided to try it out again. I jumped up so high I was soaring above the clouds. I was just about to do my front flip when I realized I was jumping to high, so to stop myself I put my arms straight out in front of me. That was a bad idea…
This isn’t an ordinary romantic story. This is a little different. It all started when my family moved to a small town called Mystic Fall. There we lived in a nice house with a big backyard. I loved it, the house was so simple and had a big porch for all of us to enjoy the nature. Life was amazing until college started and I had to back to college. Although it still wasn’t that bad, since I lived near I always drove home when my classes finished. The town folks were welcoming, they walked around with big smiles and waved at us when we passed by. This town wasn’t like any other place I’ve been to, their towns would be filled with gangs and murders and rape. But this town was clean. I didn’t see any violence here at all, although right in the middle of the town there was a huge fortified mansion with a lot of people in suits and a lot of people were armed. This mansion was magnificent, it was painted white with balconies and had a colorful yard with a big black gate.
40-30, first serve, match point. As the ball reaches the apex of its trajectory, the muscles in my legs uncoil as I spring up from a crouched position to meet the ball with one fluid motion. The contact feels solid, and I watch as the magnus effect curves the fuzzy yellow ball towards the T. As my opponent reaches futilely towards the perfectly placed serve, I am rushed with excitement and happiness. And then it faded. I was now in the dark, listening to the harsh beep of the alarm clock, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, grasping for the ephemeral feeling of euphoria.
On your marks get set go! As soon as I heard the ringing of the starting gun I took off, I could hear the wind whip around me as my arms and legs cut through the air. It was my first track meet and I had started it off great, I was in first place and no one could stop me. No one or nothing could stop me, that was the mindset that I had, but later in the race I would soon realize that I was wrong. While I was running I felt my pants slip and when I looked down, my shorts had fallen. At the moment I stopped running and I faced the crowd, I was so embarrassed and all I wanted to do was runaway. I thought about giving up and getting off the track but instead I pulled up my pants and I continued to run. I held unto my pants while I raced to the finish line and I succeeded and still got first place. My only mistake was when I reached the finish line I let go of my shorts and then they fell again.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
When we all arrived at the track, we lined up where coach told us to. “Ready, set” My heart started pounding really hard. “Go!”. And I ran as fast as I could. Off course I was the slowest. Well after the mile, we had a water break. And after the water the water the water break, we did some activities with a partner. Those activities were fun because my partner was an eighth grader who was shortest than me in height. After those activities we played sharks and
It was two days before the track meet. The fastest kid on our relay team got hurt and we had a backup in his place. The backup that was put in, was new to middle school track and that eventually would show in the track meet. There was one last practice before the track meet and I wasn't going to be there.
As they turned around and looked their faces dropped. There was one side of me telling myself to run and the other somehow wanting me to get closer. Billy told us we should go over and check while William and Oscar wanted to run. We all decided to walk over slowly in case it's some creature thing that could be a threat to our world. When we finally got to it, in the middle there was a family with two adults and one young boy.
The first band I chose was My Chemical Romance because, I have heard of them before but had never listened to them. I first listened to two of their songs Welcome to the Black Parade and Teenagers from their album The Black Parade. Then I listened to another two Helena (So Long & Goodnight) and I’m Not Okay (I Promise) from their album Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. After listen to these songs by My Chemical Romance they have a very loud and emotion filled voices, which is good because I believe they want to get the point across that there are bad things that happen in life but one cannot dwell on it. I would put My Chemical Romance in the rock genre because, they use a lot of percussion instruments like the drums and the guitar. I like their
In the small town Elizabeth, Missouri with weather changing every day, it seemed like a normal day for jersey starting with dreary and gray skies but ended up that day alone, not knowing whether her family made it out of the storm.
Defeated. Dark. Doomed. Before April 11, 2016 . . . that is how I would have described myself to you in three simple words. You might wonder how or why I pinpoint this explanation to one specific date, and I will do my best to walk you through my journey of who I was up to that day.
The cold night embraces us in a shivering blanket. Goosebumps prickle on our freezing body. Black consumes our pale color that once was on our skin. Our invisible breath fogs the dark in a memoire that it is cold. We trace our hands and famished engulfs them with the remaining warmth we have left. Sometimes we are reminded that we have color by the light
One decision. One mistake. That’s when it started. It was November of 2009. The day started normal. I got up and proceeded to get ready for another Friday of 3rd grade. The school day was well and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I came home and got my dance things ready. I went to the kitchen and had a snack while watching Disney. Later that day, I got ready for dance and soon my friend Mackenzie came over, we then set off.