As Ponyboy and I were strolling around in the silent park, around two thirty in the morning, I spotted a blue Mustang driving towards us. I froze for a second and tightly gripped my switchblade in my back pocket. It was a dark, frigid and starless night. “I’m going to die. I’m going to die…,” I repeatedly said under my breath. Then, I swore a million times as the blue Mustang pulled up. “What do they want? This is our territory. What were they doing this far east?” Ponyboy complains. I could barely hear him. I was too focused on the five black figures in the Mustang ready to beat us up until we looked like two malnourished cats. “I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls,” I replied. The Socs got out of their car and walked towards us. My eyes grew wide as if I saw a ghost. Sweat was dripping down my forehead even though it was about thirty degrees. I wanted to cry. I wanted to give up on life. It didn't matter if I died because anybody would not care. Nobody. …show more content…
I made a blank and emotionless expression and slouched. I tried not making any eye contact. There was one Soc that was right in front of me and Ponyboy. I noticed three big rings on his hand. I was searching for the lost football as a blue Mustang came up. I knew they were Socs. There were four of them. I attempted to make a run for it but it was too late. One of the Socs snatched my arm. He had three big rings on his hand and he beat me up like a punching bag. I was half-dead until they let me go. I crawled into the shadows of the alleys and laid there, motionless in a puddle of blood. I gasped for air. Moments later, I heard a familiar voice, “Johnny?” I opened my bruised eyes; Sodapop staring down with a worried expression, “Hey
In the park written by Gwen Harwood, was originally written under a male pseudonym. The poem represents the idea of changing identity because of certain circumstances as well as challenging common ideas, paradigms and values & beliefs which is commonly held amongst mothers in today’s society.
My breath was heavy as I was sprinting from them. I could hear them on my tail. But the only this that was racing through my mind was “I have the book.”
As I walked toward a bus full of strangers, using my sunglasses to shield the tears forming in my eyes, I couldn’t help but to be apprehensive of what was to become of the next twenty-three days of my life. As I trudged up the stairs of the bus leaving behind all that was known, I couldn’t help but wonder; What have I gotten myself into?
When I woke we were just outside the city. When we reached the very edge of the city we were stopped and surrounded by countless hordes of people. The truck rocked, swayed, and squeaked as the people smacked against the sides of the truck. Everybody was a blur as I began to panic as we were surrounded. But then I realized they weren't out to hurt us they just wanted their voices to be heard. I couldn’t understand a word that they were saying though because there so many different people yelling things. It all kind of just faded into one loud roar that wouldn’t die down.
I entered the car as rain sprinkled around my body striking it with cold water. I was on my way to get a Laptop from a Guy I met from Offer Up. I told my Sister “our destination is in the Woodlands” her eyes opened as if she saw something terrifying she responded “If I get my car stuck, you’re buying me a new car”. On our way there i saw that everything was covered with water, San Jacinto river was all the way up to the point that it reached the top of the bridge I thought we were on Galveston for a second.
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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...
They pushed us into a big white room and I began to blink because the light hurt
A long breath leaves pale, cracked lips. Glassy grey eyes look longingly into the night sky. Dark hair splayed out beneath her in the crimson liquid that was soaking into the ground. A long gash from her shoulder to her ear. "Shit...." she mumbled, tears gathering behind her lashes. "Shit, I'm so sorry..." Her mind was going a mile a minute, ears still ringing from the impact. Finally it stopped on one person, a dark haired girl of the same age, staring at her with a sad look. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, weaker this time. "You were my purpose..." She said quietly. Her eyes blinked slowly as to accommodate the black spots dancing across her vision. As soon as that girl had left, she stopped counting the pills she took, stopped looking both ways before crossing the road. Because she had no will anymore, no joy. And now, no life left in her body. The lights of an ambulance were approaching fast,
It was a dark and foggy night I can hear the wind howl and screams in the distance but I kept running it's not safe it never was safe. It was a foolish idea to try to convince them it was the end. I ran by the graveyard right next to my house picked up the pace I slammed open the door and made myself upstairs I locked the door behind me and close all the blinds I turned off all the lights and turn on a candle. I looked around the house looking for a weapon. I went to the kitchen get a knife until something stopped me at my tracks I heard voices outside my house and they kept getting louder indicating they were getting closer. “Those filthy beggars deserve to die” I heard a man cackle as more follow presuit “You should have seen the boy cry
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
The three of us were partaking in a rousing game of handball in the driveway, and I was winning, of course, when minutes later we saw some people walking their dogs. We stopped playing momentarily to admire the dogs and beckoned them our way. There was a pretty golden retriever, whose name escapes me. The retriever was on a leash and following him was a small, unleashed, mutt. We played with the friendly retriever for a few minutes and then I leaned down to pet the small dog. Suddenly, I realized I had been mauled. The small, seemingly friendly dog, turned out was not so friendly after all. The vicious creature had attacked me. Paralyzed with fear, I felt a gaping hole ripped in my face. My skin felt gnarled, chiseled and raw. Blood gushed down my severed cheek. Tremors surged my body. Drops of hemoglobin splattered all over the sidewalk. My mind lap...
I closed my eyes and imagined I was dead. What would it feel like? How would I feel, lying down so still in my grave, surrounded by dirt and insects? The temperate air suddenly turned crisp, as though a gust of wind had come to the depths of my soul. I began to shiver, as the waves of realization that death was a guaranteed end hit me. The souls of every person I had
I am not easily recognized, or rather, I am easily ignored. My style of dress is a cardigan and jeans, or when it's warmer, a T-shirt and jeans. Occasionally I'll wear khakis. I am a very unnoticeable 5'3'' and have eaten just enough chocolate to have a round face and figure. With all of this in mind, when I tapped the shoulder of the up-to-the-minute girl lip-locked with her boyfriend-of-the-day, I was not greeted with a warm smile.
What I was subjected to and what I heard were all dreadful and were like the rustling of the leaves or the harsh whispering of the wing. Still I could admire the moon’s coming out from behind the clouds, the growing pleasent scent of the lemon trees. I thought this is what a decent human being should feel in situations like this. Just before death. This is it! Now they are going to blow my head of before I wasn’t even given the chance to say goodbye to the people I cared for. The light coming from the moon between the trees was like heaven was getting ready for me and God was calling me. I’m not scared any more but it doesn’t mean that they won. I still got my dignity! You should never lose your hope and faith in yourself and in God, even if you are in desperate situations, way beyond your control.