Vociferation Essays

  • Young Crusaders

    638 Words  | 2 Pages

    "Be proud and brave" said the guy’s father to him, and to all within earshot, as we waited in the pissing rain for the trucks that were to bus us on the first leg of what would prove to be a long journey to the Florida training area. Our buddy’s father was indeed a "father" for not only was he our buddies father he was also by profession a preacher, and full to overflowing with ecclesiastical bullshit. He was a kind of throwback to the days of African and Pacific Island Missionaries, who enthusiastically

  • Not My Son

    729 Words  | 2 Pages

    I held my son in my arms and congratulated him on winning the race, I saw the splitting image of my younger self. The warm chestnut-brown of his large eyes and brushed blonde hair could have been a reflection of my childhood. He congratulated his fellow pint-sized competitors while grinning triumphantly at me and I looked around, watching the other children shouting and screaming, their ear shattering voices deceiving their miniature stature. Watching my son George, my mind went back to the day

  • My Worst Nightmare

    790 Words  | 2 Pages

    My Worst Nightmare The howling wind rattled the windowpanes in the bitter, damp night outside. I twisted and turned under my thin covers. My teeth chattered in the chilly air around me. I couldn't sleep. My sweat dripped down my forehead and my heart was thumping hard at my chest. I was always afraid of the dark and I still am. But this was the first time I had slept alone in a hollow, ominous and shadowy

  • Jetliner by Naoshi Koriyama

    831 Words  | 2 Pages

    “Jetliner” Now he takes his mark At the farthest end of the runway Looking straight ahead, eager, intense With his sharp eyes shining He takes a deep, deep breath With his powerful lungs Expanding his massive chest His burning heart beating like thunders Then… after a few… tense moments… of pondering He roars at his utmost And slowly beings to job Kicking the dark earth hard And now he begins to run Kicking the dark earth harder Then he dashes, dashes like mad, like mad Howling, shouting, screaming

  • Darkest Winter

    561 Words  | 2 Pages

    It was his first, a winter so cold that he would joke about dying rather than experiencing it, but this season's winter would change how Takash felt about that. He was a hard working laborer, just like all the other men in the village, working at the field sunrise to sunset. He had a wife, two children; his hut was one of the first to be hit by the sun's ray in the morning, which he liked. But none of that mattered much once the winter rolled around. Food was scarce, even the rich and schoalrs were

  • Animal Encounters

    717 Words  | 2 Pages

    Ahh, animals can give you quite the fun and/or terrifying times. I’ve had many interesting animal encounters in my life, but the best one was when I was still in the womb. I’ve heard this story many times and I still crack up every time. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, and my parents were itching for some fresh air. They decided to go to the park down the street and just walk along the shore line. The left the house and soon arrived at the park. There were a ton of geese but my mom didn’t

  • Personal Narrative: My Class Trip

    2048 Words  | 5 Pages

    As the teacher was answering questions for the class trip coming up, Abby was taking detailed notes for what to pack, Sophie was trying to stay awake, Ethan was eating and Alex was trying to finish his homework from last night for his next class. “We are going to the Hala Mansion in Aspen, Colorado. You guys will be able to pick your group for the drive up there. We will only be able to bring 10 kids and 3 teachers.” explained the teacher. After class let out, Abby was the first to say anything

  • Mr Wilde Alive Alternate Ending

    529 Words  | 2 Pages

    The world was ending. It was in the scenery, the environment. It was in the ash that covered everything, the pockmarks made from the gunfire. You could taste it on your tongue, sort of like the scent of coagulated blood. The man didn’t really mind that the world was ending. He wasn’t worried because he was him and that meant he was alive and not one of those things that had torn up the Army barricades, the Army men and most of all, his family. He was a survivor, an adaptor, a changer and he was

  • Is Life Taken For Granted?

    871 Words  | 2 Pages

    Is Life Taken For Granted? It was a wet cold night that could only give the impression that something was just not quite right. I was driving in the middle of the forest with a packed car on our way home from the semester’s best party. The roads were slick from the melting snow that had turned to ice. There were four of us total in the car and we were all pretty smashed that night. This was the first night that I had in fact been driving while intoxicated. Sumner in the back seat decided

  • Of Mark Haddon's Novel 'The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time'

    1039 Words  | 3 Pages

    Anger is one of the hardest emotions to control. Often, people hold it in, allowing it to build until it bursts, causing damage. In Mark Haddon’s novel, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, the parents of a child with autism struggle to keep their cool around their son. Christopher’s mother fails to mask her emotions around her son, leaving his father to take care of him. Although his father tries to maintain calm, he often yells at Christopher as his son watches on in careful concentration

  • Divergent And Beowulf Comparison

    849 Words  | 2 Pages

    Being an outcast is hard and no one wants to be one. When someone is labeled an outcast the try their hardest to break their way back in. In the movie Divergent, Al starts off in a circle of friends, however as the film progresses, the competition for a spot above the red line gets a little more intense. Al starts to fall behind, and Tris starts to make a comeback. This pushes Al lower on the board. Al begins to become an outcast as he drops to a lower spot on the board and he realizes that there

  • Adventure Essay: The Cable Car

    711 Words  | 2 Pages

    The cable car jerked forward unsteadily. It halted. The ancient cables beginning to corrode. The thirty people inside yelling and screaming with terror. They began to panic! The cable car started to move a fraction at a time it proceeded. The boy who was watching with fear noticed the cable car said "Warning; 25 people maximum" His body began to shake and shiver more and more. The boy was about 5ft 2, with dark hair and brown eyes. The freezing weather was getting to him, although he

  • Night Racing Creative Writing

    1554 Words  | 4 Pages

    When I step into the alleyway a shadow casts over the wall, there’s a light glaring over the cars in the street as they pass by. The street is old with potholes and dumpsters, a church with windows shattered from thrown stones and a collapsed ceiling. The memory of home lurks in my mind, but I can't look back, I hear someone shout “Zander!” I start to bolt, running as fast as I can. Repeating in my mind “you can't go back!” As the thoughts run through my head, I decide I need something to eat and

  • Personal Narrative: Personal Identity

    1067 Words  | 3 Pages

    “Well that’s absolutely fantastic!” There was no one around to hear me scream at myself. I was angry at this stupid seance kit that my friend had gotten for me. It wasn’t working; I had tried everything including throwing it out my bedroom window. But even after a 20 foot fall it didn’t work. I had no more ideas to try so I yelled at it. By now I was fed up with the thing and was only keeping it for revenge. “Okay, okay. Here we go. Let’s see what we’ve got,” I said to myself. Nobody was home so

  • The Golden Turtle

    575 Words  | 2 Pages

    It was a dark gloomy night at the Ole Cabin in Kentucky. Four friends were having their own camping trip in the woods at Ole’s Cabin. Little did they know the Ole cabin was abandoned for decades. They say about five years ago, five campers were killed that night in the cabin but that was just a silly story that has been going around these years. RJ, Amy, MJ, and Louis started preparing their bed to go to sleep after their long journey from Canada. The Cabin has five rooms; four of them were bedrooms

  • Personal Narrative: Guilty

    768 Words  | 2 Pages

    Guilty. I felt so guilty that day. The day I was embarrassed in front of my class. That day made me feel so guilty about what I did to her. Her name was June, the same name as mine. And what I did, I wish I could take back….forever. It was when I bullied her. I had made her feel the pain and sorrow I had felt. My life isn’t perfect, and me putting all the pain onto her made me feel gloomy. I felt like my family...rough and not caring about anyone. So now, I plan to make things right.

  • Gun Shots-Personal Narrative

    1265 Words  | 3 Pages

    I couldn’t believe this day was finally here. I would get my high school diploma and get out of this town forever. I was finally going to get the chance that I had been waiting for so many years. I was going to start a brand new life, someplace away from here, where no one knew me. As my mind was lost in plans of the future, I tuned out my surroundings, until, a loud noise snapped me out of my thoughts. I jumped and screamed my lungs out. Who was crazy enough to bring fireworks to an indoor event

  • Hurricane Descriptive Writing

    1016 Words  | 3 Pages

    I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping rapidly. Ugh, I thought. I barely got enough sleep last night worrying about the hurricane that the news reporter was babbling about on TV. I tried sneaking outside around midnight to get some fresh air, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. What if the hurricane came now? Nobody would know where I went, and I would be lost forever. After about 5 minutes of just pondering, (my alarm clock still screaming at me), I climbed out of bed and silenced the

  • World War One-Personal Narrative

    2130 Words  | 5 Pages

    July 24th, 1939. It was my birthday that day, I turned 19. 25 years after World war one. I was getting ready to blow out my birthday cake. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Johnny, happy birthday to you.” my whole family sang. They were all smiling with a big smile, that made me also smile. I was in New York at the time. I had never shot a gun ever. I had no military training at all. But later did I know I would be in a war in a month. August 31st, 11:32 pm. “You

  • A Gift Or A Curse- Original Writing

    549 Words  | 2 Pages

    A Gift Or A Curse- Original Writing Have you ever felt like someone or something is trying to shield you from happiness? A kind of conspiracy holding you back. Or maybe God has either forgotten you or is punishing you for something but you don’t know what? When your parents split up and you have to be moved about from house to house all over the country, is God there? Sometimes I think that every problem is a gift to strengthen you, make you stronger. But sometimes too many gifts can