Narrative Story

It was a dark and stormy night. The trees of the forrest would bend from the strong wind’s force. Our abode was small but sturdy. Only whistles pd the wind would make it through the cracks of the windows and doors, but everyone was safe inside. Mother was preparing dinner while father went to the grocery store.

It’s been hours since father left. The anxiety and suspense began to overwhelm me. I often think of worst case scenario’s, it was very silly of me. What were the odds that something horrible could horrific could happen? Suddenly, my heart sank into my stomach. I went on to look for father. He wasn’t at the grocery store. Of no avail, I drive back home religiously praying he would be there. A suspicious silhouette appeared inside the house. That’s when i knew trouble was afoot.

As I investigated, a knock came from the door. I quickly ran to go answer expecting to see father. I was horribly mistaken. I opened the door only to be greeted by father’s evil brother. He told me It was rude that i left father unattended, dying from internal bleeding.

He thrusted himself on me, knocking me to the floor. Mother appeared and threw hot water at my uncle’s face, it still wasn’t enough. He charged toward mother but i intercepted his attack. He pulled out a knife. Lightning struck the chimney and everyone tumbled to the ground. Having some time, I grabbed the knife from him as the battle wasn’t over.

My uncle had to be eliminated. He had been a threat to my family and society. I mustered up every bit of courage as I struck him with the knife. I felt vindicated and fulfilled avenging my father’s death. His last dying words were “I’ll see you in hell”. Overwhelmed with rage, I continuted to stab his dead carcass leaving his chest and abdominals carved out. Looking at his dead carcass was satisfying, it unlocked the savage inside of me. Eventually, the police showed up and arrested me. They literally caught me red handed. Then the light bulb inside my head turned on. My uncle planned this elaborate scheme from the beginning. He wanted me to give into my hatred and to rot in prison. He strategically planned everything from the very beginning. Bravo uncle, bravo.

Show Me Don’t Tell Me – Extracting Beauty from the Mundane


Life has taken an unexpected turn. I find myself commuting one hour to Winchester, passing trough the lush Shenandoah Mountains. As I embark on this new journey here at SU, I remain fearful yet hopeful. Truth be told, I am scared that I can’t fulfill my goals and obligations. Through this mist of doubt, I still remain hopeful that everything will turn out just fine.

During this transitional period, I find solace in room 229. This room is a safe haven for myself and many other students. Dr. Crowley ‘s office is a place where students can go to talk about their concerns, doubts or just have friendly conversations about school and life. The room also symbolizes a safety net; I know I’ll be guided in the right direction if I steer off course.

The most interesting and profound thing on campus is indeed room 229. It’s what lies beyond the room that truly makes it interesting. I’m still not sure where my path will lead me, but having an open door to Dr. Crowley’s office will surely lead me in the right direction. I’ve been told that successful individuals are those who walk through the door of opportunity. I ask myself, when that door of opportunity opens itself, will I ready to walk through it?

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