The wind howls, the waves crash, the sky is falling, the world is crumbling, the ground is shaking, my family is dying. “Mom, watch out!” my life flashes. The world turns black. No one around, so silent. All I can see is a tiny dot of light miles away. Maybe it is my family! I run toward it getting faster and faster. As I get closer I can see more and more light. As I reach the edge everything bursts with color. Birds in the sky, trees everywhere, and the waves crashing on the sand. My world, back, in front of my eyes. Where is my family? I need to find them. I run down the hill, like lightning. I need to find my family. I look around, no one is there. Where is everyone? All I can hear are loud bangs. Is that them? I walk toward the sound.
One of the most destructive forces that is destroying young black people in America today is the common cultures wicked image of what an realistic black person is supposed to look like and how that person is supposed to act. African Americans have been struggling for equality since the birth of this land, and the war is very strong. Have you ever been in a situation where you were stereotyped against?
Just as Zora Neale Hurston explained in her article, “How it Feels to be Colored Me,” I never thought much about race until I was about thirteen years old during my junior high school years. As Zora stated, “I remember the very day that I became colored” (30). I, too, recall the day I realized that I was white and that it meant something more than just a Crayola color. No longer was white just a color; it was the race I belonged to with its own rules and regulations.
Behind the people I could see dust higher as the highest house in our town. Then we go outside and we start running finally we realize we lost our family.
I am not completely aware of race, however, I do see the world as we are there is very probable that I hold bias’s both within the Caucasian racial identity and outside of it as well. On the other hand, gender has been a predominate factor in my life, I have resisted the stereotypes of most female oriented jobs. I worked in factories as soon as my eighteenth birthday, I worked two jobs most of the time and never relied on a male for any support, I joined the Army, as the first female in my family to join the military. Also, choosing physically demanding employment opportunities. However, in the realm of income, I was always behind male counterparts, passed up for promotions, or laid-off first. Although, my paperwork always bragged about being
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
My perception of our world is that racism exists everywhere, even in the land of liberty, America. I am aware of the fact that there is racism against not only blacks, but also whites, Asians, along with people from all other ethnicities. I believe racism is deplorable in any form. Therefore I do my best not to be racist in any way.
Boom. Breath. Boom. Breath. Each step sounded like a war drum banging in my ears. The harmonious rhythm of my steps consistent with my breath continued on and on as I made my way up the side of the cliff in the middle of these Colorado woods. The sweltering heat was hindering my vision, and I began to feel dizzy. The worst part is, I am all alone.
There is no time for questions because we have to go straight away. 5mins is all we have. The mountains are steep and the path is rough but we carry on. I see a shiny object in the dirt and run to get it. It's the key. Rusty and shiny the key is. As I hand the key to the boy he immediately disappears. I scream as a monster comes toward us. I cover my eyes as the monster takes a leap. As I release my hands from my eyes I realise I'm back at gran's house and she's calling me for dinner. What had happened? I'll never know as the door isn't there anymore. But I'm determined to find it again. What I didn't know was that the village was in terrible danger and that I was the only who could save the village. My adventure may have been short but it depended on the village. The monster was killed but know one knew that the deadly creature had kids. I wondered if they would send a message across to me. But mow I didn't need to worry about the cruel, deadly monster. It was time for another one of gran's calming stories. I didn't know when and how I was going to do this but in my heart somewhere I knew I had to. To be
Wait. Be still. Don't go over the line. Don't let go. Wait for it. "BANG!" My reactions were precise as I sprung out of the blocks. The sun was beating down on my back as my feet clawed at the blistering, red turf. With every step I took, my toes sunk into the squishy, foul smelling surface, as my lungs grasped for air. Everything felt the way it should as I plunged toward my destination. I clutched the baton in my sweaty palms, promising myself not to let go. My long legs moved me as fast as I could go as I hugged the corner of the line like a little girl hugging her favorite teddy bear. The steps were just like I had practiced. As I came closer to my final steps, my stomach started twisting and my heart beat began to rise. The different colors of arrows started to pass under my feet, and I knew it was time.
In the morning while Desiree is out gathering food, the others and I are looking over the map and deciding which highway we should enter Chicago on. We all finally decide on a major highway that is suspended in the air by supports on the bottom of it holding it up, we chose this highway because since its lifted up there should be less walkers on the way inside. We don't have any means of transportation so there will be no driving, but we do have legs so we walk. Through the woods we continue, so we wouldn't be spotted in the open. I hear a whistling sound, like it's a song, but I can't make out just who is whistling so I just leave it. It's quite nice to tell you the truth, nice and calm. We are about 10 minutes away from the road when we hear gunshots. As if it's a reflex we all unholster our weapons and we are on the ground, each of us looking in a different
Bicyclists had a large green painting to illuminate the bike lanes and help drivers watch out for bikers. As I walked down the hill, I saw an old Inn called Babbling Brook Inn. It was very old-fashion, but looked very jungle like due to having large trees and plantation around the area. Moving on, there were lots of skateboarders going down the hill despite the warning of a steep road. As I walked, I noticed a large high school with one of the biggest field I ever seen in my life for a grade level school. I was unable to see the name, but was able to admire how beautiful, clean, and prosperous the school looked. I continued walking and saw that there were large, bright crosswalks for pedestrians to cross. I started heading towards my house and saw that there was a salvation army building. The building was red and bright, very noticeable, and had a very welcoming feeling by just looking at it. By the time I reached the salvation army building it was already closed and my time was up.
Footsteps echo like an eerie greeting outside the door. They shuffle closer, so close to discovering me, only a door separates me from death. The steps slow as they come nearer to my place. The sound of a handle slowly twisting fills my ears like thunder. I barely stop the scream of terror from escaping my quivering lips. This was it. Death stares me in the eye and I cry like the tears will save me.
My dominant winning color is blue which is a relater and my least dominant winning color is red which is an adventurer. My dominant color is blue because I am a person who wanted to relate to everyone. I would like everyone to get along with each other as we are the world. My least dominant winning color is red because I don’t want people to challenge each other and problem could happen while challenging each other. I always want to see everyone being peaceful as we are one family.
As the sun found its place in the sky, I set out to go home, heading north to the twin peaks where my tiny wooden cabin would be awaiting me in the middle of the peaks. As I strolled along in the forest, I had begun to map out my surroundings by naming the trees as I passed by. Go on straight till I meet Tim the tree, then turn right towards Wendy. Once I have successfully found Wendy, head out to James, who waits for me by the river.
I had been at the whiskey that night and uncertain as to the nature of time until the middle aged and balding barkeep had told me of the late hour and ejected me into the cool, sobering spring air. Had he simply locked me in that night perhaps events might have been different but alas he had elected to force me from my stupor. I had stumbled up the hill towards where my house was located. Stumbling occasionally and veering from side to side as only a man possessed by the spirits found at the bottom of a bottle possibly can I made my way up that long tarmac road that snaked its way to the top of the hill. I saw not a soul as I walk...