My Mid-night Experience - Original Writing
As I was walking down the street, I felt the cold night air filling my
lungs and the sound of my feet echoing with each step that I took.
There were no cars going by, as it was midnight there was no sound at
all, not even the drunken man that lives just down the street.
I was walking under a bridge when suddenly I saw two guys walking over
to me. At first I was very worried, like when you know something is
going to happen, a bad feeling, but then I thought to myself, why
would something happen now? I mean; they were only two guys.
Nevertheless, I walked on and pretended not to have seen them, but it
seemed they knew what I was doing and walked over to me saying "Do yo
av ne fags" and quickly enough I said "no" to try and get rid of them
and turned around and continues walking.
A few minutes later though they were there again, walking right beside
me, so I stopped and asked "What do you want" they did not answer me,
therefore, I asked again but this time with a little more emotion,
still no answer. I gave up.
I stopped walking and pretended to tie my shoes laces to see if they
would give up and just walk past me, but unfortunately they did not.
They stopped as well. Now I was getting really worried, I still had 15
minutes left to walk, and they were still following me. Suddenly one
of them spoke; I turned to him quickly to see what he had to say.
"Gimme all yu mone, I said I wan all yu monay" I did not know what to
do, so I just denied him and started walking away rapidly, they seemed
to be getting really irritated, but so was I so I did not care.
Suddenly all the anger I had held in came out. I started shouting at
them with all my energy, I was furious. I could not help but notice
up and disguised themselves. As I started to approach the carnival the noise began to rise. I have
My day of nonconformity started off pretty serene. On my way to school, I waved at a few people who cut me off that I normally would’ve flipped off. When I finally made...
A mysterious dark car pulls up next to me. I turn to see the Uber sticker in the front window as a large group of people (party people) step out. They are dressed for a night out. Whether it be a dinner, a bar, or the club. The women are dressed nicer than the men. They wear heals and skirts or dresses, while the men are looking very casual wearing jeans or even shorts with a large variety of run of the mill shoes. They continue on as well as the Uber driver, going in different
I then replied “If you don’t want to sit next to me, then you could go sit somewhere else, and by the way I don’t eat dogs”. The two girls then were talking to each other, and after about five minutes they left. I never thought that I would ever be discriminated in that way. It’s not a good
I started to panic and ran. The Green Police called for backup and started to run after me.
Usually, every story has a powerful ending that will keep the reader wondering, most likely in a good way, leaving the reader satisfied with the ending. Night does not follow the pattern. Elie didn’t want to end a sad story in a happy way, he wanted to end it the way it actually happened. It ends with the metaphor that will send a shiver down the readers spine. The story ends, “One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look on his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.” By ending the story this way, the reader finally realizes the horrible consequences of the Holocaust and the effects it had on Jewish people. Through neglect, malnutrition, and beatings, people had lost the feeling of life and turned into walking corpses, separated from their former selves. Many people weren’t even recognizable after the Holocaust, even by their own family.
couldn't fuss at me they came up with this big idea that I was trying to hide
Although they weren't sure what was going on they humored me and continued to try to
them to take off their rubbers, they knew I mostly meant that people who didn’t were
believe me. If one of them told my mom what (a friends name) and I did then our
The air was tinted with a frosty wind, each breath making itself known to the world around you, though nobody was around to see. At least that's what you hoped. Feeling eyes watching you carefully, you glance around and see the shadows move again, but this time, you pick up the pace when you notice the thousands of eyes looking back.
NATASHA, 24, DEPRESSED, is sleeping in a king bed by herself. The alarm goes off. She wakes up, turns off the alarm. Lays in bed awake, staring at the ceiling.
Today, in the twenty-first century, it is not uncommon for a child to start writing essays, reports, or even journals for school work starting immediately after they are able to write full sentences. For me, this was not the case. As soon as I started to write letters I was trying everyday to form words, to complete fragments, and then eventually, full sentences. As a child for me, the idea of school was amazing. What could be better than going to a building to play with a bunch of kids your age and learning all kinds of new information, it was all so delightful. Ever since I was born, music has been one of the biggest influences on my life, in all aspects. This includes, but is not limited to the lyrics, the instruments, and the ability it
was trying to get used to a state that I had never been too. I walked home and
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.