Darkness

            Darkness is a fear in all of us. Escaping the darkness is an extremely difficult task in one’s life. The darkness in my life has begun its slow journey out of my life, but when I feel that I am submerged in the light, the darkness somehow returns. The darkness in my life is not limited to one specific object, but many relationships in my life. On relationship that has a strenuous emotional toll on me is that with my mother and I. The phrase, “Secrets don’t make friends,” is fitting for the connection between my mother and I.

A Fairy Tale

Similar to the six o’clock news, I can tell you more bad than good with regards to my family life. My life has been far from a fairy tale, but the events that have occurred have shaped me into the person I am today. In order to understand my life you must understand the events that have happened. The term fairy tale is not a term I would use to describe my life thus far, due to the lack of a happy ending. As I learned at a young age, thanks to Disney movies, fairy tales have happy ending. Happy endings entail perseverance from dark places, overpowering your fears and enemies, and a prince charming to tie it all together. All of these requirements have yet to be fulfilled throughout my life so far.

Sammy The Black Cat

           I can hear the creaks in the attic, in the floorboards throughout the house. At night the house seems more alive than it does during the day. The moonlight along with the streetlights shining show the shadows within the house. I can hear the dog snoring in the next room over and then there is the cat. My wonderful sneaky black cat that sleeps during the day and goes wild once the moon rises. She wakes me up by licking my forehead with her scratchy sand paper like tongue. I watch her play with the shadows and see her back form as if someone were petting her. I feel her purring against while she lies on my leg. Why is she purring? Who is petting her? I know one thing, it isn’t me.

Home

           Throughout my life my family has only moved twice, but our house on Kenmore was definitely my favorite. As a child I used to sleep walk and talk to my dead great aunt.  The house was a small two-story colonial and my sister and I had the up stairs to ourselves. It was nice sunny day and I was about six or seven years old. I was in my room with the light purple walls, sitting on my twin bed with my polka dot comforter just staring out into the sky. That’s about all I remember from that day but my mom remembers the rest. I had walked down stairs and told my mom I was just talking to Aunt Clara who had passed away a few weeks before. My mom had asked what we were talking about and I was told my step dad was going to shoot a big buck today, the biggest dear he’s ever gotten. About an hour later my mom got a call from Chris saying he just shot the biggest dear of life.

The Goatman

                    Growing up my Step Dad was the head of the house hold. Nothing scared him especially not some little myth. It was a normal Friday night at my house and while sitting in the living room my mom brought up the legend of the Goatman. My Step Dad, Chris, believes the Goatman is real and up to this day the tale still gives him goosebumps. He moved around a lot as a kid because his father was in the military and while growing up in Maryland there were many rumors about a long curvy road surrounded by woods and emptiness. It was said that anyone who goes down the road disappears. As the rumor goes, the Goatman was made by a man procreating with a goat. People say the Goatman is half man from the waist up and half goat meaning the legs and hooves, the Goatman carries a double-headed axe and scouts for victims along the abandon road. Although I don’t know if I believe the tale it is an interesting one and not commonly told.

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               My name is Coady, I'm a student studying at Western Michigan University. My major is nursing and I want to be either a neonatal or pediatric nurse something with kids. I have a twin sister at University of Michigan and we are consistently butting heads but the time apart is really good for us. 2011 was full of many "firsts", my first day of college, my first time going to canada, my first time ice skating and many more. 2011 was an amazing year and I hope 2012 is just as great!

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