On July 18, 1969, at approximately 11:15 p.m. in Chappaquiddick, Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, I was driving my car on Main Street on my way to get the ferry back to Edgartown. I was unfamiliar with the road and turned right onto Dike Road, instead of bearing hard left on Main Street. After proceeding for approximately one-half mile on Dike Road I descended a hill and came upon a narrow bridge. The car went off the side of the bridge. There was one passenger with me, one Miss Mary Kopechne, 26, a former secretary of my brother Sen. Robert Kennedy. The car turned over and sank into the water and landed with the roof resting on the bottom. I attempted to open the door and the window of the car but have no recollection of how I
on a car as it passed them. A skeleton of a car went in and after each
My roommate spends every spring break at Rocky Point and comes back with several horror stories, which means in a way, I understand your pain. Your last sentence made me chuckle, because from the sound of it, Mexico won. The last sentence would actually be a great hook for the beginning of your story. You clearly had many different adventures during Mexico; you honestly could talk about one story and expand on that. In the first paragraph, you had to talk yourself out of being arrested, which is a great hook, especially since you are (from what I assume), not from Mexico, which gives you a unique perspective with boarder patrol. However, I never hear more about that story throughout the text. Obviously, you used persuasion to avoid the ticket,
Me, Donna, my daughter, Gina, and her friend, Jenny got stranded in the middle of one of the most dangerous places in the world. There was nothing even remotely green, the place was a desert, and it had an area of 3 million acres. We were going to drive to a landmark but we must have taken a wrong turn once we hit the mountains, I tried the GPS but that got us more lost. Then our supplies including gas ran out and we have been walking ever since.
This tale was told by a twenty-year-old Caucasian male from Boonton, New Jersey, who was very excited to share his paranormal experiences. According to the narrator, Split Rock Road runs through a nice residential neighborhood. However, at one point the pavement stops and turns to gravel. At this point, there are no lights on the road, which is surrounded by woods. As you continue down the road, you come to a bridge on top of a dam and an abandoned guard tower. Legend has it that if you turn off your headlights and stop the car while on the bridge, everyone in the car dies. The narrator attempted this once with his friends late at night. He managed to turn off the headlights and stop the car, but all of his friends started screaming and begging him to go back, so he left very quickly. He said that it was one of the scariest experiences of his life. Additionally, there is rumored to be a ghost that wanders on Split Rock Road, a young girl in a white sundress. However, the narrator had never personally seen this ghost.
“August 2000, our family of six was on the way to a wedding. It was a rainy day, and Gregg was not familiar with the area. The car hit standing water in the high-way, and started hydro-planing. Greg lost control of the car. Then, the car went backwards down into a ditch and started sliding on its wheels sideways. After sliding for 100 feet or so, the car flipped, at least once. After flipping, the car came to rest on its wheels, and the passenger window broke out.
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Tommy,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Austin, and he sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Austin.
I started to struggle academically as well as athletically, when my closet cousin, Alex Wolfe, committed suicide last year. I felt like I didn't care anymore and I was mad at the world. I was also mad at the school, so therefor, I didn't want do anything for it. I had an eye opening dream one night that involved Alex and I woke up the next morning and made a decision. I knew that I had overcame many obstacles and trials so I knew I had the guts to overcome this as well. I knew Alex would want me to excel instead of fall behind, so I did it. I went into every class that day with the perspective that I was going to do my very best in whatever I do. That same thing went for practices and games. I now regularly stay in that mindset and it helps
My legs are way too tired to keep me up, so I don’t mind that I’m probably sitting on a cigarette butt in my nice jeans. My stomach is doing leaps from excitement: I’m here after seeing a Julian + the Voidz show with one of my best friends, Shriya, waiting around and cracking jokes after midnight. While we know Julian Casablancas might come through the back stage door at any moment, we are sure the night won’t have been wasted if he doesn’t show. It’s all part of the fun: We commune with the other girls circled near the bolted door, cracking jokes about the band members and sharing bags of
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I walked into an abandoned warehouse. I went down one of the hallways. On both sides of the hallway were tons of doors. The first one I opened was a store. It was a store to find your twin. My twin was named Hayden. She looked, talked and acted like me.
“She won’t listen to me at all!” Mercy paced around in the girls’ bathroom. “I told her to stay away from them, they’re bad. What does she do? Eats out with them.”
One of the most nerve-wrecking things I had to do alone, was going on an airplane. It wasn’t the first time I had gone on an airplane, but it had been a long time since I had been on one. I was 12 at the time and I was going to visit my auntie in Austin, Texas. The only way I could go visit her for summer vacation, was by going on a plane all by myself. I remember I was wearing a white shirt with neon pink flowers, my favorite shirt, when I was on my way to the airport. It was just my auntie, my mom, and I that were in the car. Once we got there, we all said our goodbyes and I started off on my airplane journey, all on my own.
Music means many things to many people. Music has the power to transcend boundaries, motivate, inspire and influence our emotions among other things. Throughout my life music played an important role, especially during my more troubling moments. Many of my dearest and fondest memories are easily relived by merely listening to music. My musical tastes have changed as I have grown. During different time periods in my life my musical sensibilities provided the soundtrack that I lived by.
On was a saturday morning around seven in the morning, my mom comes bursting through the doors of my sister and I’s room. She tells us to hurry and get dressed because we were going on an adventure. My sister and I got ready as fast as we could and ran to the car. As we were driving my sister and I could not imagine what amazing place we were going to. Then all of a sudden the big yellow signs appears...Sesame Place! Screaming with joy and laughter, we ran to the gate and our amazing day began. Looking for something to do with the kiddos on a Saturday? Sesame Street is the perfect place to go! The days are long and hot, but the memories are worth it! Even Sesame Places says, “to go before they grow!”
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.