Phil!,Phil!,Phil!,Phil! Dang hearing my name gives me the rush, as you all know i'm Punxsutawney Phil the cutest, fluffiest,and awesomest groundhog you have ever seen i'm for sure you already know who I am. What!? You haven't well pull up a chair and listen to my story on how I became the fabulous Punxsutawney Phil.It was a quiet day, I was getting a nice healthy snack which involved clovers, and bark. All of a sudden a very large dark figure picked me up and loaded me into some big cage. I was then in a new home it was strange were I was at I was really hot, but here the temperature has been just fine, not too hot to cold, I was inkling to see where I was still a little figure came up to see me through some weird shield I was startled due to the creature banging on the shield I went into my new home and I was kinda avid it was bigger than my old home, but I didn't feel same, but over time I got used to my new sanctuary. …show more content…
Today is quite odd today was quiet, I never saw a little creature visit me and the creatures that took care of me were all jumpy, they were running around and saying get him ready and set up the banners and stage as of right now I was beginning they were going to do that thing that big creature was saying I think I was called Groundhog day I was started thinking were those creatures going to feast on me or dispose. I then realized I was taken to some sort of place, I heard creatures screaming, I began to panic, I was scared I wanted to know where they were taking me, I was put into some sort of warm log and I saw thousands of creatures before I was put in there and they were
Phil woke up this ground hogs day morning for the 98th time, but today he is so fed up and he knows that whatever happens he will wake up the next morning and it would be as if nothing has happened, and ground hogs day will begin over again.
You are alone at night, and all you have is a flashlight that doesn't work and a sleeping bag. Then you see a church and decide to go behind it to stay away from a person’s eyes. When you get there you put everything down and put new batteries in your flashlight. When you start doing this, you hear voices around you and start wondering if you are not alone. Looking everywhere you find nothing, then you come back where you were and your stuff has been moved. Then you start wondering around and you come upon a mental cover covered with grass. You open it up and you find stairs and your curiosity get the best of you. You head down the stairs and then you feel like something is pulling you down. You get down there and it feels like you have been down there for weeks and when you come back up, you do not remember anything that just happened. This experience has been felt by many people that
I didn’t know where exactly I was going. But I didn’t care. I walked aimlessly in search of shelter, a place where I could seek refuge. Hours went by, and I was losing hope. When out of the corner of my eye, through the distant, dense foliage. I noticed what could have been salvation. I was fatigued and in a feeble state, was I hallucinating? Or was this real? I stumbled through the valley, my eyes fixated on the dwelling ahead. Much to my delight it was very real. I arrived at the cabin and surveyed the surroundings. The shack itself was isolated, old and tattered, as if unattended to for an eternity. I knocked on the door, and suddenly became overwhelmed by a supernatural feeling. I could hear frantic rumbling and murmuring inside, evidently the occupant wasn’t expecting a visitor. I waited a while longer, and finally the door creaked open and I was greeted by three of the utmost repulsive looking creatures I had ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on. As disgusted as I was, I was in no position to turn away, I needed their help. They welcomed me into their abode and provided me with nourishment and directions on how to return
The first time the narrator met the groundhog, the narrator was curious. Phrases such as “I poked him,” “vigor circumscribed the skies,” and “immense energy,” show liveliness, and liveliness is often connected with curiosity. In addition, at the beginning, he didn't know
I usually wake up at around 7:00 am. My actual alarm time is at 6:30 am but I always snooze it. In the holidays, I wake up around 12 o’ clock. My friends say that I am the laziest person in the world. The first thing I hear from my mum is, “You are late”. I will then stream downstairs for breakfast. My parents always say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. So I try my level best not to miss it. My mum really loves cooking, so I can have different varieties of breakfast everyday. But my favourite breakfast is cereals. It will always put me in a good mood to be in school. When breakfast is finished, everything is a rollercoaster for everyone in the family including me. My parents are late for work, my brother is also late for college and I’m usually rushing for my bus. So there is no time to say goodbye to each other.
I have finally done it. Guilt travels through my veins and weighs down my heart like bricks. I have taken the a life of a human being. Breaking the sixth amendment, I had played God. Choosing the time that John Dawson was to go. This made me think back to just before the first time that I had taken part in this terrorist group. I had to make a superhuman effort not to be sick at my stomach, I found myself utterly hateful. Seeing myself with the eyes of the past I imagined that I was in the dark gray uniform of an SS officer. I am no better than the Nazis who killed my people. I have become what was once my adversary. What I once despised. I cannot comprehend what I have done. For, I can still recall my first mission. We ambushed a convoy. The first truck blown up and the soldiers from the other trucks scrambled to find
Out of the corner of my I eye there was a tiny silver peanut on my holder, he whispered a date, 2024 I nodded my head and poof! We took of in a spiral of colors. Glancing at myself and the peanut as well at the polar bear I saw that we were a really ugly color yellow maybe the most ugly yellow ever seen, it made me so nauseous, that I had to close me eyes. I heard a weird buzzing sound so i opened my eyes
The big day, it was finally here. Two weeks of training on my own and putting in extra effort to sharpen my soccer skills, all for a two-hour evaluation. Sure I’ve been to soccer tryouts before, but I’ve never been to one where I’m so nervous that I could pass out. After a little pep talk from my dad, I was ready to go. I pulled my tryout jersey over my head and set off for the deep green pitch. As I approached the other girls that were already passing, juggling, or just talking with their friends, every single one of them turned their head to stare. Of course, there were other girls that didn’t belong to Sc Waukesha and were trying out, but nobody even glanced at them. Everyone's attention was on me, and I didn’t know why.
“Ring, click.” You heard that right, that was the sound of sadness. That alarm means only one thing it is Monday! The first day of the week which means I have five days of school sigh, but wait what is that outside? I can barely see, but I can tell it’s white outside, wait what is that? It's snowing! “We are going to have a snow day!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I ran through my house!
Then we walked into a curved hallway and we walked into a room with humanoids being killed like people in a mental hospital because they are to crazy. Then we started walking into a room with possessed girls and they were singing then an old tv came on and a man said get them and they girls started coming at us and then we walked into another room. When we walked into this room I thought that we were outside as we kept walking there was the sound of a chainsaw I turned around and I realized that a lunatic was chasing us with a chainsaw the girls behind me screaming and were pushing us. Then we finally got out of there and Tre started talking to some people from his school so I made him follow me back to the car because I was ready to leave. So we went into the car and and went back into the house when we got back we builded a fort and we played on our phones until we eventually went to
The shrill cries of my alarm echo across vermilion painted walls, stirring my consciousness into an aware state. It is precisely eight o’clock on a warm summer Monday; the distant cries of mockingbirds can be heard above the soft whirring of cars passing our genteel residential street. My ears scan the house; it is quiet – barely a sound other than the tinkling of tags as our pets navigate the living room. The still morning air brought realization, with no children running around Mother must have already left for work. Never leaving my lax position I stretch and sigh, it is nice to not have to baby-sit my sister’s kids – my nieces and nephew – but I do miss the mornings where my mother would still kiss me goodbye.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.