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Death and Loss: A Short Narrative Essay

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The rain pounds the ground of Belamie Road with its obstinate manner. Still Frankie did not move from his spot on the sidewalk. Now was the best time for him.

His gray eyes cover the space in front of him but he does not take in the site. He is cold, hardened. The look on his face is dark and intriguing, the look that brought the storm.

He leans against the street lamp allowing it’s dim glow to catch his youthful features among the rain and the cold. He lets a smirk dance playfully onto his face as his keen ears pick up the sound of a car.

The smirk is a lie but he knows it helps, and he knows he needs all the help he can get.

The car drives by at the speed limit, something Frankie is used to but not something he likes.…show more content…

The rain pounds the ground of Belamie Road with its obstinate manner. Still Frankie did not move from his spot on the sidewalk. Now was the best time for him.

His gray eyes cover the space in front of him but he does not take in the site. He is cold, hardened. The look on his face is dark and intriguing, the look that brought the storm.

He leans against the street lamp allowing it’s dim glow to catch his youthful features among the rain and the cold. He lets a smirk dance playfully onto his face as his keen ears pick up the sound of a car.

The smirk is a lie but he knows it helps, and he knows he needs all the help he can get.

The car drives by at the speed limit, something Frankie is used to but not something he likes. He sighs and fidgets impatiently under the lamp, his black wet hair flopping in his eyes.

He is half glad the car drove by though he would much rather be out of the cold. He was getting out of the howling night no other way.

His gaze shot up as another car approached. This time it slowed and pulled over to the curb. Frank peered in before sliding onto the seat as the door popped open quietly. He knew he would crawl back to Belamie Street in the morning a beaten and bruised puppy still starved but if he was lucky there would be a few bills in his pocket.

Davey sat motionless. His sharp brown eyes followed the storm soaked boy as Frankie leaned against the gum-stained lamppost in imitative concealed subtlety. Davey resisted

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Personal Narrative: Death in a Dream Essay example

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Dream a Little Dream

My grandmother always said, “you cannot choose between life or death while

sleeping”. When you are sleeping, your body practically doesn’t belong to you. Its

almost as though you have no control over anything that might happen to you in your

dreams, especially if it is something dangerous. When I ask people why this happens,

they theorize that a powerful force or being has entrapped your body. You could end up

dying in your dreams, thus leading to your death or illness in reality. It’s possible for

someone to suffer a heart attack from what they dreamt, depending on how frightening

the situation was. I’ve heard of people going to bed one night and, the next morning,

waking up…show more content…

All my bones, veins, limbs

and the rest of my body parts were frozen. I couldn’t believe the fact that I wasn’t

capable of moving, almost as though I was paralyzed. I started to wonder if I was in a

coma or if I had one of those major diseases, such as strokes, which could not be cured.

This would be a terrible way to grow up not being able to live a normal life. Think of the

laughs that I would miss all because I couldn’t move. I would be frozen in time watching

everyone around me doing things I once did. It suddenly struck me that what if I wasn’t

ill, what if someone or something had taken control of me.

I was now between life and death, which I had once feared, would determine my

future. Now I was afraid, afraid that I would die in my sleep. I had lost control over my

entire body all because some strange being had taken it away from me. I could actually

picture him going from body to body, sucking all the nutrients away. What confused

me though, out of all the bodies, why had he chosen me? I had to do something; I needed

to regain my consciousness at any cost. So, I tried until I was finally awake from that

captivation. This time I tried not to sleep again, however I was too tired and so, fell

asleep luckily with no interruptions.

This uncanny situation made me very afraid. The fact that it happened

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