Personal Narrative: A Separate Peace

234 Words1 Page
bulb-icon

Recommended: Coping with after death

So, seeing Devon pull out his revolver, in addition to the other four guns pointing at me, didn’t erupt too much fear in my heart nor did it convince me to bargain off my hidden, life-saving stash of money. At this point, I’m fed up with life and won’t put up a fight. Guess today’s the day I meet God, who probably won’t be pleased with the account I will give. Glancing to my right, the man at the bar is cupping a glass of whiskey with shaky hands. Melissa, who is standing behind the counter, avoids my eyes and pretends to clean a cup. Just last week, we were laughing about politics over two glasses of Sprite and speaking kindly of her government-working husband. This transition in loyalty is disheartening. Standing up straighter, I lower my

Show More
Related

  • Summary Of The Payoff By Susan Perabo

    1012 Words  | 3 Pages

    “When Mr. Payne was alive…” “Mrs. Payne, a pain in the butt, a punch line of the joke to every fifth grader. Yesterday she’d been as flat and clear as a pane of glass. Today I gazed through her sagging breasts and jowls and saw her as a young woman, as young as Ms. McDaniel, a mystery slipping out of her nightgown and into the arms of her beloved” (Perabo) It is 8:30 on a Wednesday night at Dunkin Donuts in North Haven. I am sipping my latte as I finish Susan Perabo’s “The Payoff”.

    Read More

  • Lizzie Borden

    1697 Words  | 4 Pages

    I woke up at John Morris’ house, on his coach. As I knocked a flyaway hair out of my face I noticed my face was wet, with tears, and then it all hit me at once that my Dad and Mrs. Borden were dead. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I heard John Morris ask if I was alright, but that seemed like a completely different world, I responded with a meek okay, so Mr. Morris wouldn’t see me like this. That didn’t work though, I saw his tall shadowy figure ducking under the door frame with tea. As Mr. Morris sat down and put the tea on the coffee table in front of us, I turned my head and quickly wiped the tears from my eyes in hopes he wouldn’t see.

    Read More

  • The Media's Representation of Dexter, the Ethical Serial Killer

    1527 Words  | 4 Pages

    I placed the knife on the table and turned around, pinning my gaze inside the plastic wrapped room that I had carefully prepared. An agonized face glared back at me, blue eyes burned beneath the black eyebrows. “What the hell is this?” I carelessly studied the forehead which tightened and twitched with tension and my gaze wandered off to his left cheek. “This... is the moment of truth.” I replied to his cry with ease. He was breathing heavily. Oh, this felt so good. It has been a very long time since I let my dark passenger come out to play. Thirty-eight days, sixteen hours, and twelve minutes to be precise, Trinity has kept me occupied long enough. Then I sliced his left cheek to take my blood slide.

    Read More

  • The Vietnam War: A Short Story

    747 Words  | 2 Pages

    I must fight for Susan, our parents, women’s rights, and even Graham. A guy shot Graham and he's dead, sadly. I’m pretty depressed, but I understand we weren’t gonna meet somehow. The battle ended and I immediately hurried home to tell Susan everything.

    Read More

  • Ruby's Diner Biography

    524 Words  | 2 Pages

    Bill was a man of habit. He had eaten at Ruby’s Diner every year for the past 20 years, since his retirement. He had worked for the same company for 25 years before that. He had been married to Trudy for 50 years and they had 4 wonderful children. Trudy was now across town with her women’s bible study group which she had done every Sunday evening for the last twenty years, leaving Bill to fend for himself.

    Read More

  • Compare And Contrast Bethia's Grandfather Summoned A Meeting With Her And Makepiece

    517 Words  | 2 Pages

    Corlett as a housekeeper at his school to help Makepiece with college funding. Mr. Corlett was recently widowed and was is in need an of a woman figure around to help with things. It would be a four-year term to stay there, she wanted to think about it and then agreed to go. She thought that working with Mr. Corlett might bring a new direction in her life since all the other directions she thought she was supposed to take didn’t work out. Sometimes things don’t go the way that we want them to or they go a way that we least expect them to but we need to trust God that he knows what is best for us and his ways are higher and better than our

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Identity

    1339 Words  | 3 Pages

    Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.

    Read More

  • The Open Boat Vs Huckleberry Finn

    1432 Words  | 3 Pages

    Most citizens have holes in their lives they have no idea how to fill. Happiness is temporary, and a question hangs over each person: Does my life have meaning? Anderson writes each chapter as almost a snapshot of each person’s life, capturing the futility. Each person has different circumstances, but hardly anyone’s life turns out how he expected, and he must face that he cannot change it for the better. For example, Wing Biddlebaum keeps to himself, “striving to conceal his hands” that “must be to blame” for the accusation of child molestation that led him to Ohio. His former life is gone and there is nothing he can do to change his “expressive fingers” that are “forever active” (10). After Alice Hindman’s boyfriend leaves the town and she realizes her loneliness, she “force[s] herself to face bravely the fact that many people must love and die alone, even in Winesburg” (102). Her adventure fails and there is nothing to bring joy or meaning into her life. Even George Willard recognizes the loneliness; he and Helen visit the fair ground and “[i]n the mind of each was the same thought. ‘I have come to this lonely place and here is this other’” (226). Companionship can momentarily replace loneliness with happiness, but the only lasting contentment comes from death because it brings an end to a miserable life. Before George seemingly escapes the futility of Winesburg, “the moment of sophistication” comes

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Personal Worldview

    1871 Words  | 4 Pages

    I will be introducing my personal worldview and what I believe. I will then, review and discuss most of the questions I conducted in my interview. I used some of my own questions formulate my interview, but then related them to the Sire textbook questions. My interview questions and answers are relevant and most intriguing to the reader. I discovered complexities, consistencies and inconsistencies within my interview. I will then, compare and contrast my personal worldview with my interviewee. My conclusion will restate and overall recap of my worldview and my interviewee’s worldview.

    Read More

  • Drunk: A Short Story

    630 Words  | 2 Pages

    Heels click against the cool sidewalk. Tonight she was going to forget about everything. The boy that she just walked in on sleeping with her best friend was not going to get her down. Her black dress seemed to give her the extra confidence boost that she was feeling right now, or it was the bottle of whiskey she had in her purse that was halfway gone. The bar she walks in has a wall of musky scent blocking the entrance. She didn’t care, because right now all she needed was more booze.

    Read More

  • Droning Tone: A Short Story

    1397 Words  | 3 Pages

    For Sophie to afford a ticket to her shelter out of the drizzly autumn day, she budgeted just enough change so that she could splash out on a small hot chocolate to warm her up from the inside. The queue was a long, but worthwhile wait as she knew a hot drink would greatly benefit her and her positivity. She glanced outside to the rampaging maze of pedestrians on their way to work. Most likely to an office where they loved what they had to do - no day the same. Oh, how she longed to be back in their shoes, like before she fell from grace, but it was too far-fetched after what she did.

    Read More

  • Happy St. Patrick's Monologue

    760 Words  | 2 Pages

    I asked with surprise, “I heard you conversing with the captain,” he told me with sad eyes, I sat quietly there, pondering this ephemeral shock, But it paled compared to what I’d hear by the next minute on the clock. “I love Marie but her father won’t let us marry!” he whispered on the brink of a sob, “I even had to switch the signs on the docks so that our union he wouldn’t

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: The Last Guardian

    543 Words  | 2 Pages

    The Last Guardian was one of the most anticipated games of the decade for PlayStation gamers across the world. Having waited 10+ years for the spiritual successor to Shadow of the Colossus, many had there hopes set high. Unfortunately it also proved to be one of the biggest disappointments of this console generation. If you haven't played or heard of The Last Guardian I encourage you to explore the games Metacritic. There you'll find many widely varying reviews (I recommend Marty Sliva's or Jim Sterling's which is appropriately titled 'Beast Of Burden').

    Read More

  • Freedom-Personal Narrative

    1177 Words  | 3 Pages

    The rally ends and everyone disperses. I can't believe I did it, stood up for what I believed in. There may be consequences, scratch that, there will be consequences. In reality though, I couldn’t care less. Everything had gone great. No one got hurt, the police didn’t attack, they might’ve even pondered making changes to the way they organize. I feel as if I finally made a change in my community. I actually did something for once. I was an activist along with so many other people. Quinn, where did he go? I wanted to talk to him, congratulate him that he did it. Despite his old love for Paul, Quinn was able to see the change that needed to be made. I’m so proud. He was so close to Rashad too. I wonder what it was like.

    Read More

  • Unfaithful

    1290 Words  | 3 Pages

    The last time Mike and I had talked must have been at his wedding back in June, a rather sordid affair which featured a decrepit colored minister and synthetic flowers adornments, which littered the quaint chapel’s pews. Poor Mike. Ever since his father’s paper business- nay, paper empire- collapsed, Mike’s been living like a pauper. No more luncheon cocktails or tailored suits. He had to get a job. He even ended up marrying the daughter of a high school teacher- pretty little thing, but rather dull if you asked me. Oh what was her name?

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative: A Separate Peace

Open Document