It starts off in a child’s bedroom in a small apartment. I can smell the smoke and see myself as a child. I am crying and screaming for “Mommy!” There was no fire in the room, but I could see dark air coming through the crack of the door. She, the child version of me, is scared and cannot see anything but darkness. “There’s a fire!” She screams. “Somebody help me!”
A lamp falls over from the nightstand and begins to light up in flames. It covers the wall. I hear footsteps running up the stairs, but no noise comes from her. She is laying on the floor – lifeless. That is when I begin to scream for help, but it goes unheard. I run towards her and I yell, “Wake up, kid!” I cry, scream, and yell. That is when my dream ends and I wake up.
I looked at the clock. It read, “4:30 AM”. Happy 25th birthday to me. I got up, got ready for the day, ate breakfast, and headed into work. I went straight for my desk, hoping that no one would remember it was my birthday. I was right. No one did, and that’s okay. I wanted my face and name out of the public for a while.
I am a full-time journalist. Recently, I wrote a very controversial article that has the media up my ass. I have been featured on TMZ, Perez Hilton, and every other celebrity gossip website. My e-mails are filled with hate mail and death threats. Who knew having an opinion would lead to this?
As I checked my e-mail, I noticed the subject line was titled, “URGENT: PLEASE READ KELLY ...
... middle of paper ...
...g held at the Boston Public Library. Alicia and I would both present novel, alongside Amelia. Reporters and others in the audience would be able to ask questions.
When we arrived, I scanned the crowd. It was a great turnout in numbers for the amount of people that attended. Maybe around 200 people? This novel is the key to my success, I thought. I felt like the questions that were being asked connected Alicia and I more. It was definitely noticed by the crowd and a great experience to be shared.
“Would you ever consider turning this novel into a movie?” A report asked.
“Only if I can be the superstar!” Alicia joked.
The audience was great and we were all having a good time… until someone caused a scene. “Excuse me! Excuses me!” A woman yelled from the audience.
“Do you know who I am?” She asked.
“N –” I tried to respond until Alicia whispered, “Mother…”
Need Writing Help?
Get feedback on grammar, clarity, concision and logic instantly.Check your paper »
- I'm Pregnant- Original Writing- "Incomplete Esssay" Background Information:- Young girl of sixteen called Cathy has found out that she is pregnant; she has decided to break the news to her long term boyfriend named Conner who is seventeen. Cathy is very nervous about the situation as she does not know how Conner is going to react. Cathy has known she is pregnant for a week but it has taken her this long to build up the courage to say something. To make matters worse her parents come from a strongly religious Catholic background which means if she tells her parents she could face having no moral support as sex before marriage is not approved and abortions are... [tags: Original Writing Personal Narrative]
454 words (1.3 pages)
- Narrative Essay It was a hot summer afternoon and all the neighborhood kids were getting off the bus. There is Destany and her two sisters Aleria and Kimoriah. They are my favorite out all the kids. I love to watch them play every day because it is like watching an episode of Fat Albert They are always doing something to make me laugh. There is also my niece Rihanna, she is the toughest in the neighborhood. She is the biggest and tallest of all the other kids. Then the boys Brayden known as Bray and Kimond known as KJ.... [tags: Mother, American films, Laughter, Sit-in]
1064 words (3 pages)
- There it was, dangling in my field of vision, like a necklace that desired nothing more than to be worn with adornment. It was perfectly in place; however none of that mattered, as long as the noose did its job. My vision suddenly intensified, focusing on those loose threads peeling off the sides of my caller. The time was near. My time was near. I could hear the eerie creek, as my left foot pressed gently down on the corner of the cold wooden chair, which stood as a pulpit for my demise. My mouth opened abruptly.... [tags: Mind, Thought, Time, Anxiety]
1132 words (3.2 pages)
- Finally I came to the conclusion that I appeared as a deer in headlights, wide eyed and disoriented. I batted my eyes several times to wake myself up, but I discovered that I had never fallen asleep. I hearken to the vibrations of her final breath. I experienced the sound of pure exhaustion from her battle, confusion, restlessness, and anxiety from leaving behind three kids. You don’t comprehend the strength your hand contains until you grip someone you never want to go. I eyed my hand as I pulled it away from my mother’s resting corpse, it was like some sort of magnetic force not allowing me to break free.... [tags: Mother, Want, WANT, The Conclusion]
872 words (2.5 pages)
- I shot up in bed, still feeling the rapid thundering in my chest. My neck was drenched in sweat. I felt chills down my spine as it instantly cooled. I looked around my room – empty, dark, and quiet. I felt relieved, yet overwhelmed with sadness. This dream occurs more and more often as I get older. It starts off in a child’s bedroom in a small apartment. I can smell the smoke and see myself as a child. I am crying and screaming for “Mommy!” There was no fire in the room, but I could see dark air coming through the crack of the door.... [tags: Feeling, English-language films, 2007 singles]
2040 words (5.8 pages)
- After I left Trudy’s room, I went into my room and got my night clothes out. After I took my bath, I lay on my bed and hugged one of my pillows. I pretended that it was Levi. I couldn’t wait to spend some time alone with him. As I wondered what we would do, thoughts of movies I could take over to his house crossed my mind. I thought about making him a snack to take over as well. *** The next morning when I woke up, the familiar scent of my mother filled my bedroom. After I stretched and yawned a bit, I opened my door to see a hallway filled with my mother’s things.... [tags: Mother, Mother insult, Family, Profanity]
727 words (2.1 pages)
- Personal Narrative Living in South Georgia, summer days are always scorching and this July afternoon was no expectation. A few days before the fourth of July the temperature records had already hit record high. The temperature’s high for this day was a blazing 102 degrees Fahrenheit. We had devoted most of the day to being cramped indoors, but with two small, lively boys, Christopher and Easton, they were getting fidgety to go outside. Easton, who was only a mere two years old at the time and he could not understand why he could not play outside in the blistering heat.... [tags: Christianity, Jesus, God, Prayer]
1180 words (3.4 pages)
- Close your eyes. Imagine that you are five years old again. You are chasing your dog, smiling and giggling because joy is the only thing that a five year old knows. You hear something spill on the ground, so you run to the place where the noise came from. You see your mom on the ground with frozen peas all around her. Unaware of what happened and still smiling, you ask her, “What’s wrong, mommy?” She starts yelling. When she gets close to you, there is a sting that comes to your cheek. This was your fault.... [tags: Abuse, Child abuse, Domestic violence]
759 words (2.2 pages)
- Test Jonathan and I are trying to find out what gender I am. Or, rather, we are trying to find out what gender I am supposed to be. I have, throughout my life, been fairly sure I was female, but there is a new test online that claims it can predict genders with 100% accuracy. Jonathan already took it himself, and afterwards seemed even more self-actualized than usual. Jonathan is the only person I have ever heard describe the theories behind Catholicism as "too mean", and, being the sort of person who likes to share love, kindness, and self-actualization with friends, he has made me next in line for testing.... [tags: Personal Narrative Original Writing]
2618 words (7.5 pages)
- Personal Narrative: Being Pregnant I am five months pregnant and single, I am in a situation that I never thought that I would have to face. As far as life experiences go, I can truly tell you that dealing with pregnancy at eight-teen is truly a life changing and stressful event. My boyfriend and I were so happy; we were such a “perfect couple.” He was truly a great guy, and I ,a well rounded character. I thought I knew him but fate would prove me wrong. He once told me that we would make it through anything, but I knew this was different he had dreams, and so much potential, this would surely detour him from his goals in life.... [tags: Original Writing Personal Narrative]
350 words (1 pages)