Your assignment is to write a 300 word story that would be adequately titled, "The Villain With a Thousand Faces." It is due at the end of tomorrow's class.
A Villain with a Thousand Faces He screams, “Why would you do that! She was innocent! She was clear!!” The anger built inside of him; the pain of losing someone else yet again. The pure hatred burned his soul. She was special to him. Different than any other companion he’s had. She was smart, brave, and always smiled. He didn’t have to kill her. “YOU, WRETCHED, EVIL THING!!!” He yells at the top of his lungs, pure hatred burning in his eyes. He despised this man, standing in front of him. The Master, he’s called. The Master’s heart fills with joy at seeing such an innocent, beautiful creature melt under his wrath. He had so many names of terror and pain, and even some of love and kindness, The Master was his best title, but The Ruler of Hell fit nicely too; he also like The Hero of Pain, and the Savior of Space and Time. Those were the days. They were the days when his transforming was in top shape, when he could be whoever he wanted to, when all the good he did would cause all the destruction that was happening now. Oh how he loved the screaming children, and the tortured families. The plan had worked perfectly. They were all guilty of being just human. No one was better than The Master, the best Time Lord in the universe. He stares at his only competition, the Doctor; now filled with complete rage. It brings warmth to his heart that he was brought done to such a low state. “Look at you,” the Master calls with his booming voice, “The Great Doctor, brought down to such a low level, it almost makes me pity you.” He looks up at the Master, his clothes were tattered and ripped, and pain shot through his Time Lord body. “You…you have not won!!! You Devil, with all your faces!! The Master was great at one point, helping so many people. WHEN DID YOU LOOSE YOUR HUMANITY!!!?” The anger flows out of every pour in the Time Lords body. “I never had any to begin with,” the Masters voice is cold and filled with nothing. “Why? Why did you never see the greatness in these humans? THEY ARE WORTH IT! IS IT REALLY WORTH DOING THIS TO THEM!!! YOU CAN NOT BECOME EVERYONE, YOU ARE NOT EVERYONE. NO MATTER HOW ARE YOU TRY, YOU AND YOUR IDENTITIES CAN NOT DEFEAT ME!!! YOU WILL NOT OVER THROUGH ALL OF HUMANITY. FOR THIS DAY AND EVERY OTHER DAY I!!!!, I WILL PROTECT THEM!!! YOU CAN NOT DESTROY THEM WITHOUT GOING THROUGH ME. OOOO YES, I HAVE THESE PEOPLE’S BACKS AND YOU CAN NOT STOP ME, FOR I AM THE DOCTOR!!!” The rage the Doctor feels turns into new determination and he springs into action. He creates a sonic wave, disrupting the Masters transformation and reveals his true self, as the cruel faced person he is. The faces of the Master cannot and will not trick humanity anymore. They will be locked down forever. Earth has it’s guardian angel, and he will care for it no matter the cost.
There was my face, staring back at me from the front page of the newspaper. I looked crazy, infuriated, intimidating, but most of all, I didn’t look myself. There was a rage in my eyes I’d never seen before, but now everyone saw it. My unfamiliar face was now front page news; printed out for everyone to see. If it’d been some other guy, some other face, I’d probably think he was a bad guy too, because how could someone with a face like that, be good? All they’d see was this face, because this was the face chosen to portray me, but they didn’t see all the other ones. They didn’t see the thousand other faces I wore throughout that night. They didn’t see my worry stricken face when I heard the screams coming from behind our apartment door. The concern that had me racing through me as I ran into our living room. They didn’t hear the way my voice cracked when I yelled out her name. They didn’t see my eyes searching for her and they didn’t see the fear pouring out of me when I found her blood on the floor. They didn’t see the tears that filled my eyes when I found him, holding her down, face to the floor, clothes torn and body bruised and bloodied. He held a gun to her head. She looked up at me and our eyes met. No one saw the love that passed between us. She started to speak. “Richard I-,” and no one saw the terror on my face or felt the way my heart stopped when the gun went off. No one saw the way the sound pierced me, the same way the bullet pierced her. No one heard me scream and no one, not even I fully understood what happened next. I hardly even remember it. All I know is that somehow I managed to get the gun, and somehow I managed to get on top of him, but I didn’t shoot him, that wouldn’t have been enough. They told me I took the butt of the gun and hit him with it. Hit him with it so many times that his face was nothing but a bloody mess. I remember hearing the news reporter as they carried me out of the apartment. “Jealous husband shoots wife and violently murders her lover.” That’s when I looked up, and that’s when I remember the blinding light of the camera flashing over me. That was one face out of a thousand other that they would use to judge me.
A thousand faces and not one of them seems to care. I am so isolated, even in swarming crowds. There doesn’t seem to be any hope in this world for me. I walk through the school doors and watch as others are greeted by caring friends…I have no one. I go from class to class and only speak to answer questions. I feel eyes on me as I enter the lunch room and they are not kind. Girls snigger as I pass them and I can’t help but feel worse about myself. I put my food down on my table and sit to so I can eat. Before I can even start, the urge hits me. People laugh and I worry that they can hear the thoughts I’m having about myself. I get up and leave the food on the table where it belongs. My mother is always telling me I eat too much anyway. I take my things to the bathroom but it’s full of gossiping girls. They all glare at me as I enter. If I wasn’t so desperate right now, I would leave but I need to do it. I jog into the closest available stall and slam the door. I can hear them muttering things about me and it only increases the urge. I reach in my bag and pull out The Villain’s best weapon. I push my sleeve up and take the weapon to my arm. It hurts but it’s nothing more than what I deserve. There is something so horrible about me that cause others to hate me, so why shouldn’t I hate myself? I have given in and become one of the a thousand of faces of my villain. I have joined them and started to hate myself. What else am I supposed to do?
He did so much damage to the town and there was no doubt it was him, but there was never any proof. It seemed like roaming around and causing discomfort was his life-long duty. One day the old house down the street was lit on fire. No one saw Andrew in action, but it was a given that it was him. The police cannot do anything about it though, just because there is nothing to prove it but the townspeople never seemed annoyed by it anyways. See, Andrew used to be a great child…before his mother and siblings died that is. He is 26 now and it’s been 10 years since the incident but he still seems to not move on. This is when he started doing the crimes, which was the reason for which people let his wrong deeds slide by. Then it became a habit for him to do wrong. One time I was at the grocery shop, in the canned goods section. I was reading the back labels and all of a sudden I was disturbed by the clashing of cans falling down to the floor. Andrew got a can from the middle of the stack which was obviously going to make all of them fall down. Some of the employees came and the by standers started helping with the mess. In the midst of the commotion, I was capable of noticing Andrew discretely putting some of the cans in his hoodie, and some in his jeans’ pocket. I could have easily let the employees know, or easily stopped him. Not only was I afraid of him but also, I did not feel the desire to rat him out. I saw his face, and it no longer seemed mean—it seemed like the face of a child that needed to do this in order to survive. Maybe this is what our townspeople saw when seeing him in action. Maybe they do catch him digging random holes on the ground near the sidewalks, or hurting missing cats. They just decide to let him be because they saw this face that I just saw. Some only think of him as pathetic and mischievous. Upon looking at his face though, I saw him as upset and helpless. A lot of people have different opinions of Andrew—he’ll always be the town villain with a thousand faces.
They say that you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It makes sense, but it was hard for me to understand how anyone could be so devious and selfish to put the idea to good use. Well, that is until last summer. I never liked lying. I always felt dirty whenever I did it, but I did when I had to when something happened that could easily be fixed, but still needed an immediate explanation. And I was pretty good at it too. I still am. But that doesn’t change my distaste for it. And now, after that summer, I can’t help but think of all the pain I caused by lying to people when I didn’t have to. I did what I didn’t understand; I kept my friends close, and my enemies closer, and in doing so, made even my friends my enemies. It all started when the school year ended. Since it was summer, all the obligations from the school year magically disappeared, and I naturally felt freer than I had during the whole year. It was truly liberating. I suddenly didn’t have to care about anything. So without even realizing it, that apathy spilled over into my social life. I started not caring what other people thought of me, so naturally I started to be brutally honest most of the time. It was great. I had nothing to hide, and my friendships eve prospered from all the open communication. But it got real bad real fast. I started to not only be honest, but blunt and rude at times. I started to treat some people I liked noticeably better than those I didn’t just because I thought they were better to me, and I didn’t hesitate to express my partiality, at any cost. Suddenly, I became the villain with a thousand faces: one for each person in each situation. I scared myself. How could anyone live with that many faces? So many different signals that became increasingly hard to keep track of. I looked in the mirror and didn’t even recognize myself. I didn’t know which face to address myself with. That’s why, this year, I’ve made it my goal to make peace: to make reparations for any and all damage I had caused people by my false, overbearing, unwarranted honesty. Even if no one accepts it, I at least know that I will finally be at peace.
A Villain with a Thousand Faces There once was a man with many faces. One thousand faces, to be exact. As cool as it would be for him to have faces all over him that added up to a thousand, that wasn’t the case. No, this man simply had an exceedingly large head with a thousand faces on it. People would joke about his amazing peripheral vision, which was no doubt more than exceptional, and this hurt him deeply. He had a large head, sure, but did they have to mock him? He had a thousand faces, and many other people had only one face. His were, more than often, better looking than those who mocked him anyway. After a while, he got tired of not being able to fit his head through doors and being laughed at as he finally made his way through. It was then that he decided to start his life of crime. Bank robberies, kidnappings for ransom, anything he could do to cause chaos. Like he’d seen in the Dark Knight movie, which was amazing for him in an Imax theater, he realized he was just like the Joker. He just wanted to watch the world burn. He was a master villain, one of the greatest minds in the business. He could see every angle both physically and figuratively. His robberies were flawless, he’d never failed to gain money from the families of those he held hostage, it was the most uncanny thing anyone had ever seen. When the man decided he would hold the president hostage, the police knew they had to go all in to get him. His reign of terror had to end. They even hired a psychic to help them apprehend him. The psychic had a huge revelation about the man; his faces could see into other dimensions. The police sent in all of their forces from every way possible and, although the man could see them all, he was caught. As the news coverage of his arrest began, one of the faces twisted as though it was seeing into another world and said; “To those that hear my story, I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
Jacob had many faces that people never thought about him. It took a while for people to find out his true colors. Jacob had a wife and a daughter and would always travel to go on a business trip. Jacob would go back and forth switching every month. Then one month Jacob found this woman named, Karen. She was in her twenties and Jacob was just hitting his thirties. Jacob started to talk to her in a friendly matter. Whenever Jacob would come back home he would ignore his wife and spend his time thinking about Karen. The next time that Jacob found Karen he proclaimed that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Karen told Jacob that she felt the same way for him but they couldn’t be together because he had a family. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” Jacob told her. “I can’t either but you have a family.” Karen told him. “Well they don’t have to know about us.” He whispered to her. “Right? Well I’m up for it if you are.” She told him. After that moment Jacob and Karen had a relationship. They would be very careful where they would show up too for nobody could find them together. Jacob didn’t want his wife to find out about him and Karen. Karen was like a toy for him but he wasn’t ready to give up the dollhouse yet. Jacob then messed up one day telling his wife and kids with him to the trip. Here he moved into the apartment that him and Karen were renting. Karen told him that she was going to California to go visit her family. Jacob and his family lasted a week before they had to go back home. The last day right when Jacob was about to leave Karen appeared in the front door step. Karen saw him and clung onto him and kissed him all over. Jacob pushed him back with his eyes almost coming out of his face. His wife came up to him and smacked him and yelled at him. The wife left with her kids and later on filed divorce papers and full custody on the kids. Karen kicked and screamed at him for not telling her that he was coming and letting his family into their house. After that Karen broke up with him and is now engaged to another man and will be getting married in the summer. Jacob got fired and is now a janitor at a high school. He has to pay child support and doesn’t have his house anymore, but a one room apartment.
She was that one girl that every girl wanted to be and the girl that every guy wanted to date. She ruled the school. She got away with everything. She was the envy of the school. She was also extremely evil but not many people knew that. To all the teachers she seemed like the sweetest student, she always did her work and got straight A’s. She was the president of the student council and the head cheerleader. Only her close friends knew who she really was. She treated her friends horribly but they continued to put up with it just because of how popular she made them. Jenna was the kind of girl you didn’t want to have a conflict with or she would destroy you, no one would ever be your friend again after she was through with you. Her friends started to get sick of the way she treated them. So they came up with a plan to ruin her reign of terror. They wanted to expose her so that everyone saw the way she truly was and not just the way she pretended to be. They decided to find I way to tell her boyfriend that she was cheating on him but they wanted to do it in a way that didn’t come back to them. They constantly tried to get her boyfriend to catch her in the act but it never happened. There next plan was to find a new to be friend her and get her to expose her secrets. The girls name was Cristiana she was practically invisible, she was nerdy and had no friends. The girls starting hanging out with her to get her to act like Jenna. Once she seemed “cool” enough for Jenna to hang out with her the plan was working. Anything that Cristiana did Jenna started to follow and eventually Jenna was under their control. In the end they finally exposed Jenna for the evil two faced person she was and no one wanted to be her friend again.
The man that walks around town has always had a mysterious look to him. He walks around town and never says a word. Some say it is because he is hiding something, and others say it is just because he does not have anything to say. Yet whenever someone tries to talk to him, he always answers differently. Sometimes he is pleasant, other times miserable and sometimes just mad and will snap at you for no reason. It is almost like there are a thousand different sides to him. Then it gets even more suspicious though. One night, I saw him breaking into one of the corner stores in town around 2 am when I was coming home from work. I never reported it to the police because I have no idea who he is. Nor do I know what he would do to me so I was frightened. However, the strangest thing happened the next day. As I was leaving for work the next morning, I saw the same man giving food to one of the homeless men that plants himself on a bench outside the very corner store that he had robbed the previous night. Maybe I was going crazy and it was two totally different men. I tried to get it all out of my head but when I saw him again that night; I knew that would not happen. I saw the same exact man lying on the same bench that the homeless man was on earlier that day. Maybe this man is just trying to make himself seem like he never does anything wrong, or maybe I am just paranoid, who knows. It just seems like this man is a villain with a thousand faces.
She plays different roles in all of our lives with the same goal. She comes to ruin and takeover our lives. Depending on the person depends on what she does in our life but no matter what it leads to her winning and conquering. It’s insane as to how one person can be so different depending on others. It seems as if everyone else is blind to her games, however, I see it all. I know the real reason as to why she enters people’s lives. Once she’s there, there’s no way to get rid of her. She knows what to do, and she does her job well. From the outside she seems like the perfect, innocent girl. You can’t judge a book by its cover and many seem to forget that. They just see her and allow her in without hesitation. Many girls just let her in just because she’s the so called popular one. She comes in and is as sweet as pie until she gets what she wants from them. After that point everything turns, she makes their lives horrible and they just can’t seem to get rid of her. When it comes to guys she plays them like violins. She has the same routine for them all; she’s nice, gets what she wants, then leaves. It’s when she leaves that the damage is caused. She makes them think as if she will never go. But little do they know that, that was her plan since day one. They are just so blind to it because the details of her game are different. She specially designs them for each person. She will act out as anyone just to get her mission completed. It surprises me and fascinates me as to how she does such an excellent job at every person she pretends to be.
A girl named Tina, once lived here before. She was just 15 when she passed. No one knows the exact story of how it happened. Some say she hung herself; only thing that’s left of her is this note. “Mom, I’m sorry to leave you such grief like this, but I couldn’t take life anymore. I know I may have walked around like everything was good, but deep down I was dying. Going to school every day getting bullied, coming home feeling unwanted, not being paid any mind. No one knew how I really felt, I kept it all inside. I smiled each and every day knowing I wasn’t happy, I’ll be better off where I’m about to be. At least I know I’m wanted there. - Tina” Tina hated her life, she’d slit her wrists day in and day out. She’d try to overdose herself. She’d lock herself in her room for hours and hours. She’d starve herself hoping to pass out. She was deranged! She didn’t want to be born anymore. I know you’re probably wondering how I know all these things about Tina.. Well, to answer your question Tina is me..
The villain with a thousand faces is the white tempest that overflows rapidly. Its cold wind creates frozen stories. Causing everything to change and bringing along delays. The wetness of this element drowns reality away. The beauty of it is the venomous snake deceiving innocence in. Soft and sparkling yet slippery and cruel, it brings along many dangers. As it cleverly covers the Earth, it unfolds its menace. Humanity becomes vulnerable upon its awaited arrival. Although we try to prepare, nature can’t be obstructed. At a young and innocent age, children enjoy this entertaining wonder. They fail to realize the weight it brings along- they believe that the more that falls the better the creation. But for adults, like everything else- responsibilities are established. Rather than sit and admires its beauty with a warm cup of coffee, they must make themselves active and put in hard work. It becomes a burden, constraining freedom. It delays what we had plans- like a reminder from nature, that we are not in charge. Not only does it seem to come in our way, it also opens up opportunities for mishaps. This gift of nature, can also take away the gift of life. It puts our safety at risk by making roads slippery and confusing our sight. We realize we have taken our warmth for granted as soon as we feel the shivers throughout our bodies and see our own breath as we speak. This villain, although disguised with great beauty is the cause of all our misfortune on a misplaced winter day. This false delicacy is masked by many different perspectives. The villain with a thousand faces is snow.
Dinner flew by in the same manner. They would chat about Lisa and she would indulge their sweet addiction, telling them every little detail. I would be asked about my opinion on several things every now and then and I would insert an “I think that’s wonderful” wherever needed. I almost survived this way until dessert, when my premade line didn’t hold up for that particular discussion. It was apparently about her recent breakup with José, or some Hispanic name like that. I guess I could see how that response was borderline inappropriate. Coming out of my daze—which had been themed on my latest lecture with Professor Barry—I was bombarded with a pair of angry expressions—courtesy of Macy and Tobias—and one that was rather tearful, which of course belonged to Lisa. “Why would you say that to your sister, Diane? Can’t you see how upset she is?” Macy scowled at me unrelentingly but I didn’t care, and I was no longer in the mood to pretend. I shoved my chair back and looked Macy directly in the eye. This was no longer about Lisa. It was about them and their sick obsession with perfection; and I never matched up to it, not that I tried. Who wants to be perfect? What wants to lead a boring life like that? And perhaps that’s why I was so set on darkness. It was a significantly more interesting time and no one expected it. Watching their shocked expressions was often enough. “I’m sorry. Did I upset you, Macy?” My tone suggested that I didn’t quite give a damn. “That is enough! You treat your mother with respect!” Tobias erupted in anger but it was difficult to take him seriously when he so closely resembled a tomato. “Goddammit!” He looked at Macy and then he glowered over me. His anger visibly receded and an eerie calmness swept over his face. “How can you possibly expect us to love you when you insist on acting this way?” Tobias sounded sincere, in an angry and scary sort of way. Macy then grew sad when he said that because I suppose she didn’t feel quite the same. She might as well have said it, though, because she didn’t bother to correct him. And that was the night I killed my parents. I’m only kidding, but it does sound believable. Trust me, they suffered their sins all on their own—no interference necessary. Unable to look at me anymore, Tobias stormed out of the room and Macy scurried after him, not once meeting my eyes. They stomped up the stairs and were out of sight. It was just Lisa and I, staring at the floor so as not to confront each other or the nine-person mariachi band playing in the middle of the kitchen. The moment dragged on for ages until she finally opened her mouth.
“Diane, why do insist on pissing them off? All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and none of this would ever happen.” Lisa sighed. “Sometimes I just wonder…” She had the audacity to be annoyed—at me. “Excuse me?” I was appalled. “You’ve always had it easy, Lisa, so I’ll try to dumb it down for you: Tobias and Macy can’t handle imperfection; so that makes you the golden child and me the black sheep. Now, I never meant for this to happen—whatever went wrong between us—but this,” I gestured upstairs to Tobias and Macy, “is completely their fault. They nurtured you and left nature to ruin me, and this is what you see before you—the product of a screwed-up childhood. I just can’t believe that you, of all people, would be one of the many to turn their backs on me—my only sister, Lisa. Why did you do it?” I waited for her to answer. “Diane,” she took a deep breath and continued shakily. “I saw you that day—when we were fifteen years old. We had gone to visit Grandma at the hospital. She was dying and it was likely the last time we’d ever see her alive. And you—you snuck off at some point. I thought you were going to grab a snack so I followed, but you made a right instead of a left.” Oh, God, I thought. She couldn’t possibly have seen that. I was speechless but she evidently was not. Needless to say, she continued, just to my horrification. “And then—” she struggled to finish the story, choking back emotion—thus proving her understanding of the memory. There was no doubt that she saw it happen. Lisa knew about my secret—my tendencies and my cruelties. My heart caught in my chest, unwilling to resume beating.
“How may I take your order?” The leading death cause that brings hundreds of thousands to their death each year seems to come from the sugary and high sodium fatty foods that us Americans like to call a “fast-food” .Whether it’s KFC, McDonalds, Burger King or even just a little too much of the family owned pizzeria down the block; they all have something in common, if too much is consumed they all eventually lead to what is known to society as Heart Disease. Other known as the #1 killer of America besides crime. Nowadays society is always looking for a quick way to daily chores such as satisfying that growl you get in your stomach telling you it’s time to eat again. People tend to think that just because it fills up your stomach it is doing the job and keeping not only you but your stomach happy. But it’s not; stopping for a fast alternative instead of getting the right nutrition will not only be bad at the moment but will more than likely bite you down the road. Statistics say that if bad nutrition is continued there could be some major problems made later on. Many people are guilty of eating on a tight- fast budget and are the culprits of fast food eating, as many are dying from the same reason. People are giving up their youth for this silent killer known as heart disease. We put an expiration date on ourselves when we put that box of French fries in our mouth, once and awhile is okay (normal, as some same) but every day is a serious problem. Don’t believe me? Watch one of the many documentaries on how it really affects your health and capability to do certain actions. This disease is slowly growing and adding victims to its death list just from eating something as simple as fast-food. So don’t even joke about fast-food, some people take it very seriously in a country that is so fondly of it.
Alternate assignment: Everyone in society looks at magazines and thinks how amazing celebrities are. They wish they could have their body, their skin color, their hair, their eyes, they wish they could be them. They think that the people and models in magazines have the “perfect” body, and everything about them is what society thinks is perfect. Society thinks being a size zero, and being perfect in every way possible is what beauty is, but it really isn’t. People don’t realize how much Photoshop is put into a model to make them look the way they do. They make them look perfect, they darken the skin color, they make them look skinner then what they really are, they enhance the body in every way possible, they completely change a person. Being a photographer I don’t approve of photo shopping models and changing them. Just like steroids are illegal for athletes, Photoshop should be illegal for models. Photoshop gives a different image to a person and it’s not really them. It’s giving people the wrong ideas of what beauty is, and the models are deceiving the public. Being photographer I refuse to Photoshop my models. I don’t want to give people a false image of what someone really looks like. Everyone thinks of models having to be photo shopped, but they always don’t have to be. People who Photoshop their models are helping them give false images to everyone and they shouldn’t be. Photoshop shouldn’t be used in magazines to make their models look better, they should just let their models be natural and give a new meaning to being a model. People should feel comfortable in their body and not have to be jealous of a fake image. Everyone is beautiful in their own way and they shouldn’t have to change their image to fit society standards.
He was a boy that was never well liked. The boy that did weird things and sat in the back of the class and laughed out loud to his self. He would always talk to his self but no one ever asked him why he did it they just left him to his self they felt as though he just had problems. He looked at differently he didn’t feel as though he had issues , he thought he was perfectly fine. He felt as though he was about 30 different people, he had a person for every emotion he had. He walked around not caring what others thought about him or his the different people he could become. He grew up and was lonely. He looked back at his life and hated it. he hated all of the kids that talked about him and made fun of him, so what was next to do? I guess he felt as though he had to get everyone back. One minute he would be happy the next he would have another emotion. He sat in his house for a week thinking about everything he was going to do, it was all planned out. He didn’t worry about cops or anything he just worried about who was going to get what he had planned. He sat back and thought about how he might feel and what the outcome may be. He wanted to walk into the school with no intentions of anyone living and that just what he was going to fight to do. Hours later if you turned on the tv you would hear about a crazy man going into the school with a gun. 30 students found dead , 18 kids missing. You would hear the reporter saying that all of the killing had to do with how the kid was bullied. It was on every channel If you turned the channel you would see that same kid that was on channel 9 news on channel 3 news, you would see the same kid in court telling the judge that he was the one that did it.
A silent tear falls down my face. I’m going to die and there’s no way around it. Everyone keeps telling me that I’ll get through this but I can feel the hand of death tugging at my soul. My time is almost up even though it’s barely started. It’s not fair; it’s not fair at all. How is it that people live up to a hundred years old but I won’t make it to my seventeenth birthday? There’s still so many things that I want to do. Growing up I thought my life would be great. I imagined myself going to college, traveling, doing things people only dreamed of doing; now look at me. The worst part is caring. Maybe if I didn’t care about other people or anything it wouldn’t be so hard to leave. I could go silently, peacefully, unnoticed except by the doctors. But I care, oh how I care. I care about my family, my friends, the people I barely talked to at school and Jace. It will be so hard to leave them all, as tears spill down their faces. I don’t want them to be sad; I want them to be happy. I want them to smile at me and tell me they’ll see me soon. I want Jace to kiss me like he does every other day. I want them to say goodbye as if I’ll be back tomorrow. There’s so many things I want and it hurts, but I’m going to stay strong. I’m going to smile.
I had heard a voice, for maybe 5 to 10 minutes. It was a voice that I could recognize, the voice of Joey, my best friend. As my illness continued to develop many other voices talked to me, including the voices of my family members and even voices of people in my high school class that I don’t even talk to. They were all insulting me or trying to get me to do something which might have been violent to me or other people. Days went by and I got much worse. I was convinced that everyone was my enemy. I was slowly going crazy and I knew it. Ten years past and I was sitting in a mental hospital with others just like me. I’m 35 years old now and I lost my children and all my friends. My schizophrenia got the best of me and I treated my children terribly. It breaks my heart to think that they see me as such a crazy person. One day I take them to get ice cream and to the park but the next day could be completely different. Multiple times, I have been arrested for abusing them. Teachers in their school call the cops on me because of bruises and burns they see on my children. My children see me as a monster. When I treat them bad I don’t remember in the morning and it really confuses them. They were young so they didn’t understand my mixed emotions. I’m stuck in this hospital for a while and have to take all these crazy medicines. Now that my kids are older they see me as villain and they want nothing to do with me. I’ve gotten better but every once in a while I freak out. I hope I can get better one day and my kids can forgive me for being such a terrible mother to them.
The Villain with a Thousand Faces There is said to be a monster with a collection of faces. He enjoys taking people’s faces away and then he wears them. He is known as the villain with a thousand faces. But he is not your regular villain you see walking the streets. On the other hand this villain is one you see roaming the woods at night. If one encounters this villain the number one goal is not to show any emotion. The story begins with a group of friends hanging out the day before Halloween. The group of friends has heard of the story of this monster but they do not believe it. So they decided to walk in the woods the day of Halloween. They walked for hours with straight faces looking for the villain but there was no luck. Therefore they choose to return home. Many with disappointed faces other with angry face marched back. But there was one who continued walking with no emotion but inside he was engulfed with fear. Then one by one many kids began to lose their faces and then disappear. It was down to the last two walking out of the woods both afraid. They were a couple feet from the street and then the villain jumped in front of them and stared at them. When one cracked and frowned and cried in fear and the villain grabbed his head and looked into his soul and he lost his face and disappeared. The last of the group wearing a suit with a red tie looked at the villain with a thousand faces and smiled. He too lost his face but the villain let him be with no face. To also roam the woods with a pale white face with no face, famous now the monster with no face. Right?
Sin is defined as an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. But sin isn’t simply just a wrongdoing by “bad” people; it is disguised in many other forms, found even in “good” people. Not one individual is perfect; therefore, sin is inevitably within every human. Some sin more than others, some sin differently than others; regardless, sin is present—it is inescapable, it is a villain that torments the lives of all people, whether they are good or bad. Sin is within the disobedient, troublesome child that does very poorly in school but it is also in the Honor Roll student that participates in clubs and activities but is arrogant and conceited. Sinful is the woman who left her family behind to pursue her own selfish dreams but it is also the admired stay-at-home mom who actually mistreats her children and neglects her husband. Sin is skipping church with the mere excuse of being ‘busy’ and lacking faith in God but it is also attending church, seeming to be holy, when in reality it is done just so others will think positively of you. Sinful is one full of himself, one with too much pride, who thinks they are better than everyone else but it is also the most humble or modest person that deep down is actually quite judgmental and hypocritical. Sin is having many faults or making many mistakes and doing nothing to correct them but it is also the flawless individual who talks about and criticizes others instead of helping them fix or correct their faults and mistakes. Sin is a part of bad, dishonorable, corrupt people but also of good, virtuous, and righteous people. Sin can be found in the in the most wicked places or in the holiest. Sin is disguised in countless ways, infinite forms, and in numerous different scenarios. The Villain with a Thousand Faces is Sin.
A Villain with a Thousand Faces
ReplyDeleteHe screams, “Why would you do that! She was innocent! She was clear!!” The anger built inside of him; the pain of losing someone else yet again. The pure hatred burned his soul. She was special to him. Different than any other companion he’s had. She was smart, brave, and always smiled. He didn’t have to kill her.
“YOU, WRETCHED, EVIL THING!!!” He yells at the top of his lungs, pure hatred burning in his eyes. He despised this man, standing in front of him. The Master, he’s called. The Master’s heart fills with joy at seeing such an innocent, beautiful creature melt under his wrath. He had so many names of terror and pain, and even some of love and kindness, The Master was his best title, but The Ruler of Hell fit nicely too; he also like The Hero of Pain, and the Savior of Space and Time. Those were the days. They were the days when his transforming was in top shape, when he could be whoever he wanted to, when all the good he did would cause all the destruction that was happening now. Oh how he loved the screaming children, and the tortured families. The plan had worked perfectly. They were all guilty of being just human. No one was better than The Master, the best Time Lord in the universe. He stares at his only competition, the Doctor; now filled with complete rage. It brings warmth to his heart that he was brought done to such a low state.
“Look at you,” the Master calls with his booming voice, “The Great Doctor, brought down to such a low level, it almost makes me pity you.”
He looks up at the Master, his clothes were tattered and ripped, and pain shot through his Time Lord body.
“You…you have not won!!! You Devil, with all your faces!! The Master was great at one point, helping so many people. WHEN DID YOU LOOSE YOUR HUMANITY!!!?” The anger flows out of every pour in the Time Lords body.
“I never had any to begin with,” the Masters voice is cold and filled with nothing.
“Why? Why did you never see the greatness in these humans? THEY ARE WORTH IT! IS IT REALLY WORTH DOING THIS TO THEM!!! YOU CAN NOT BECOME EVERYONE, YOU ARE NOT EVERYONE. NO MATTER HOW ARE YOU TRY, YOU AND YOUR IDENTITIES CAN NOT DEFEAT ME!!! YOU WILL NOT OVER THROUGH ALL OF HUMANITY. FOR THIS DAY AND EVERY OTHER DAY I!!!!, I WILL PROTECT THEM!!! YOU CAN NOT DESTROY THEM WITHOUT GOING THROUGH ME. OOOO YES, I HAVE THESE PEOPLE’S BACKS AND YOU CAN NOT STOP ME, FOR I AM THE DOCTOR!!!” The rage the Doctor feels turns into new determination and he springs into action. He creates a sonic wave, disrupting the Masters transformation and reveals his true self, as the cruel faced person he is. The faces of the Master cannot and will not trick humanity anymore. They will be locked down forever. Earth has it’s guardian angel, and he will care for it no matter the cost.
There was my face, staring back at me from the front page of the newspaper. I looked crazy, infuriated, intimidating, but most of all, I didn’t look myself. There was a rage in my eyes I’d never seen before, but now everyone saw it. My unfamiliar face was now front page news; printed out for everyone to see. If it’d been some other guy, some other face, I’d probably think he was a bad guy too, because how could someone with a face like that, be good? All they’d see was this face, because this was the face chosen to portray me, but they didn’t see all the other ones. They didn’t see the thousand other faces I wore throughout that night.
ReplyDeleteThey didn’t see my worry stricken face when I heard the screams coming from behind our apartment door. The concern that had me racing through me as I ran into our living room.
They didn’t hear the way my voice cracked when I yelled out her name.
They didn’t see my eyes searching for her and they didn’t see the fear pouring out of me when I found her blood on the floor.
They didn’t see the tears that filled my eyes when I found him, holding her down, face to the floor, clothes torn and body bruised and bloodied. He held a gun to her head.
She looked up at me and our eyes met. No one saw the love that passed between us.
She started to speak. “Richard I-,” and no one saw the terror on my face or felt the way my heart stopped when the gun went off. No one saw the way the sound pierced me, the same way the bullet pierced her.
No one heard me scream and no one, not even I fully understood what happened next. I hardly even remember it. All I know is that somehow I managed to get the gun, and somehow I managed to get on top of him, but I didn’t shoot him, that wouldn’t have been enough. They told me I took the butt of the gun and hit him with it. Hit him with it so many times that his face was nothing but a bloody mess.
I remember hearing the news reporter as they carried me out of the apartment. “Jealous husband shoots wife and violently murders her lover.” That’s when I looked up, and that’s when I remember the blinding light of the camera flashing over me. That was one face out of a thousand other that they would use to judge me.
A thousand faces and not one of them seems to care. I am so isolated, even in swarming crowds. There doesn’t seem to be any hope in this world for me. I walk through the school doors and watch as others are greeted by caring friends…I have no one. I go from class to class and only speak to answer questions. I feel eyes on me as I enter the lunch room and they are not kind. Girls snigger as I pass them and I can’t help but feel worse about myself. I put my food down on my table and sit to so I can eat. Before I can even start, the urge hits me. People laugh and I worry that they can hear the thoughts I’m having about myself. I get up and leave the food on the table where it belongs. My mother is always telling me I eat too much anyway. I take my things to the bathroom but it’s full of gossiping girls. They all glare at me as I enter. If I wasn’t so desperate right now, I would leave but I need to do it. I jog into the closest available stall and slam the door. I can hear them muttering things about me and it only increases the urge. I reach in my bag and pull out The Villain’s best weapon. I push my sleeve up and take the weapon to my arm. It hurts but it’s nothing more than what I deserve. There is something so horrible about me that cause others to hate me, so why shouldn’t I hate myself? I have given in and become one of the a thousand of faces of my villain. I have joined them and started to hate myself. What else am I supposed to do?
ReplyDeleteHe did so much damage to the town and there was no doubt it was him, but there was never any proof. It seemed like roaming around and causing discomfort was his life-long duty. One day the old house down the street was lit on fire. No one saw Andrew in action, but it was a given that it was him. The police cannot do anything about it though, just because there is nothing to prove it but the townspeople never seemed annoyed by it anyways. See, Andrew used to be a great child…before his mother and siblings died that is. He is 26 now and it’s been 10 years since the incident but he still seems to not move on. This is when he started doing the crimes, which was the reason for which people let his wrong deeds slide by. Then it became a habit for him to do wrong. One time I was at the grocery shop, in the canned goods section. I was reading the back labels and all of a sudden I was disturbed by the clashing of cans falling down to the floor. Andrew got a can from the middle of the stack which was obviously going to make all of them fall down. Some of the employees came and the by standers started helping with the mess. In the midst of the commotion, I was capable of noticing Andrew discretely putting some of the cans in his hoodie, and some in his jeans’ pocket. I could have easily let the employees know, or easily stopped him. Not only was I afraid of him but also, I did not feel the desire to rat him out. I saw his face, and it no longer seemed mean—it seemed like the face of a child that needed to do this in order to survive. Maybe this is what our townspeople saw when seeing him in action. Maybe they do catch him digging random holes on the ground near the sidewalks, or hurting missing cats. They just decide to let him be because they saw this face that I just saw. Some only think of him as pathetic and mischievous. Upon looking at his face though, I saw him as upset and helpless. A lot of people have different opinions of Andrew—he’ll always be the town villain with a thousand faces.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. Needs a few corrections, but I love the poignant style of this.
DeleteThey say that you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It makes sense, but it was hard for me to understand how anyone could be so devious and selfish to put the idea to good use. Well, that is until last summer.
ReplyDeleteI never liked lying. I always felt dirty whenever I did it, but I did when I had to when something happened that could easily be fixed, but still needed an immediate explanation. And I was pretty good at it too. I still am. But that doesn’t change my distaste for it. And now, after that summer, I can’t help but think of all the pain I caused by lying to people when I didn’t have to. I did what I didn’t understand; I kept my friends close, and my enemies closer, and in doing so, made even my friends my enemies.
It all started when the school year ended. Since it was summer, all the obligations from the school year magically disappeared, and I naturally felt freer than I had during the whole year. It was truly liberating. I suddenly didn’t have to care about anything. So without even realizing it, that apathy spilled over into my social life. I started not caring what other people thought of me, so naturally I started to be brutally honest most of the time. It was great. I had nothing to hide, and my friendships eve prospered from all the open communication. But it got real bad real fast. I started to not only be honest, but blunt and rude at times. I started to treat some people I liked noticeably better than those I didn’t just because I thought they were better to me, and I didn’t hesitate to express my partiality, at any cost. Suddenly, I became the villain with a thousand faces: one for each person in each situation. I scared myself. How could anyone live with that many faces? So many different signals that became increasingly hard to keep track of. I looked in the mirror and didn’t even recognize myself. I didn’t know which face to address myself with.
That’s why, this year, I’ve made it my goal to make peace: to make reparations for any and all damage I had caused people by my false, overbearing, unwarranted honesty. Even if no one accepts it, I at least know that I will finally be at peace.
Excellent take on the assignment. I love it when you write something you care about.
DeleteA Villain with a Thousand Faces
ReplyDeleteThere once was a man with many faces. One thousand faces, to be exact. As cool as it would be for him to have faces all over him that added up to a thousand, that wasn’t the case. No, this man simply had an exceedingly large head with a thousand faces on it. People would joke about his amazing peripheral vision, which was no doubt more than exceptional, and this hurt him deeply. He had a large head, sure, but did they have to mock him? He had a thousand faces, and many other people had only one face. His were, more than often, better looking than those who mocked him anyway. After a while, he got tired of not being able to fit his head through doors and being laughed at as he finally made his way through.
It was then that he decided to start his life of crime. Bank robberies, kidnappings for ransom, anything he could do to cause chaos. Like he’d seen in the Dark Knight movie, which was amazing for him in an Imax theater, he realized he was just like the Joker. He just wanted to watch the world burn. He was a master villain, one of the greatest minds in the business. He could see every angle both physically and figuratively. His robberies were flawless, he’d never failed to gain money from the families of those he held hostage, it was the most uncanny thing anyone had ever seen.
When the man decided he would hold the president hostage, the police knew they had to go all in to get him. His reign of terror had to end. They even hired a psychic to help them apprehend him. The psychic had a huge revelation about the man; his faces could see into other dimensions. The police sent in all of their forces from every way possible and, although the man could see them all, he was caught. As the news coverage of his arrest began, one of the faces twisted as though it was seeing into another world and said;
“To those that hear my story, I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
Dear God, deliver me from this!
DeleteJacob had many faces that people never thought about him. It took a while for people to find out his true colors. Jacob had a wife and a daughter and would always travel to go on a business trip. Jacob would go back and forth switching every month. Then one month Jacob found this woman named, Karen. She was in her twenties and Jacob was just hitting his thirties. Jacob started to talk to her in a friendly matter. Whenever Jacob would come back home he would ignore his wife and spend his time thinking about Karen. The next time that Jacob found Karen he proclaimed that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Karen told Jacob that she felt the same way for him but they couldn’t be together because he had a family.
ReplyDelete“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Jacob told her.
“I can’t either but you have a family.” Karen told him.
“Well they don’t have to know about us.” He whispered to her.
“Right? Well I’m up for it if you are.” She told him.
After that moment Jacob and Karen had a relationship. They would be very careful where they would show up too for nobody could find them together. Jacob didn’t want his wife to find out about him and Karen. Karen was like a toy for him but he wasn’t ready to give up the dollhouse yet. Jacob then messed up one day telling his wife and kids with him to the trip. Here he moved into the apartment that him and Karen were renting. Karen told him that she was going to California to go visit her family. Jacob and his family lasted a week before they had to go back home. The last day right when Jacob was about to leave Karen appeared in the front door step. Karen saw him and clung onto him and kissed him all over. Jacob pushed him back with his eyes almost coming out of his face. His wife came up to him and smacked him and yelled at him. The wife left with her kids and later on filed divorce papers and full custody on the kids. Karen kicked and screamed at him for not telling her that he was coming and letting his family into their house. After that Karen broke up with him and is now engaged to another man and will be getting married in the summer. Jacob got fired and is now a janitor at a high school. He has to pay child support and doesn’t have his house anymore, but a one room apartment.
I only see two faces here. This seems like distracted writing.
DeleteShe was that one girl that every girl wanted to be and the girl that every guy wanted to date. She ruled the school. She got away with everything. She was the envy of the school. She was also extremely evil but not many people knew that. To all the teachers she seemed like the sweetest student, she always did her work and got straight A’s. She was the president of the student council and the head cheerleader. Only her close friends knew who she really was. She treated her friends horribly but they continued to put up with it just because of how popular she made them. Jenna was the kind of girl you didn’t want to have a conflict with or she would destroy you, no one would ever be your friend again after she was through with you. Her friends started to get sick of the way she treated them. So they came up with a plan to ruin her reign of terror. They wanted to expose her so that everyone saw the way she truly was and not just the way she pretended to be. They decided to find I way to tell her boyfriend that she was cheating on him but they wanted to do it in a way that didn’t come back to them. They constantly tried to get her boyfriend to catch her in the act but it never happened. There next plan was to find a new to be friend her and get her to expose her secrets. The girls name was Cristiana she was practically invisible, she was nerdy and had no friends. The girls starting hanging out with her to get her to act like Jenna. Once she seemed “cool” enough for Jenna to hang out with her the plan was working. Anything that Cristiana did Jenna started to follow and eventually Jenna was under their control. In the end they finally exposed Jenna for the evil two faced person she was and no one wanted to be her friend again.
ReplyDeleteDid you get this off the IMDB summary page for "Mean Girls"? You've got to come original, girl.
DeleteThe man that walks around town has always had a mysterious look to him. He walks around town and never says a word. Some say it is because he is hiding something, and others say it is just because he does not have anything to say. Yet whenever someone tries to talk to him, he always answers differently. Sometimes he is pleasant, other times miserable and sometimes just mad and will snap at you for no reason. It is almost like there are a thousand different sides to him. Then it gets even more suspicious though. One night, I saw him breaking into one of the corner stores in town around 2 am when I was coming home from work. I never reported it to the police because I have no idea who he is. Nor do I know what he would do to me so I was frightened. However, the strangest thing happened the next day. As I was leaving for work the next morning, I saw the same man giving food to one of the homeless men that plants himself on a bench outside the very corner store that he had robbed the previous night. Maybe I was going crazy and it was two totally different men. I tried to get it all out of my head but when I saw him again that night; I knew that would not happen. I saw the same exact man lying on the same bench that the homeless man was on earlier that day. Maybe this man is just trying to make himself seem like he never does anything wrong, or maybe I am just paranoid, who knows. It just seems like this man is a villain with a thousand faces.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of building this character as morally complex. I really like this.
DeleteShe plays different roles in all of our lives with the same goal. She comes to ruin and takeover our lives. Depending on the person depends on what she does in our life but no matter what it leads to her winning and conquering. It’s insane as to how one person can be so different depending on others. It seems as if everyone else is blind to her games, however, I see it all. I know the real reason as to why she enters people’s lives. Once she’s there, there’s no way to get rid of her. She knows what to do, and she does her job well. From the outside she seems like the perfect, innocent girl. You can’t judge a book by its cover and many seem to forget that. They just see her and allow her in without hesitation. Many girls just let her in just because she’s the so called popular one. She comes in and is as sweet as pie until she gets what she wants from them. After that point everything turns, she makes their lives horrible and they just can’t seem to get rid of her. When it comes to guys she plays them like violins. She has the same routine for them all; she’s nice, gets what she wants, then leaves. It’s when she leaves that the damage is caused. She makes them think as if she will never go. But little do they know that, that was her plan since day one. They are just so blind to it because the details of her game are different. She specially designs them for each person. She will act out as anyone just to get her mission completed. It surprises me and fascinates me as to how she does such an excellent job at every person she pretends to be.
ReplyDeletewow, sounds like a few of my ex-girlfriends. :)
DeleteA girl named Tina, once lived here before. She was just 15 when she passed. No one knows the exact story of how it happened. Some say she hung herself; only thing that’s left of her is this note. “Mom, I’m sorry to leave you such grief like this, but I couldn’t take life anymore. I know I may have walked around like everything was good, but deep down I was dying. Going to school every day getting bullied, coming home feeling unwanted, not being paid any mind. No one knew how I really felt, I kept it all inside. I smiled each and every day knowing I wasn’t happy, I’ll be better off where I’m about to be. At least I know I’m wanted there. - Tina” Tina hated her life, she’d slit her wrists day in and day out. She’d try to overdose herself. She’d lock herself in her room for hours and hours. She’d starve herself hoping to pass out. She was deranged! She didn’t want to be born anymore. I know you’re probably wondering how I know all these things about Tina.. Well, to answer your question Tina is me..
ReplyDeleteThis is pretty cool. I think it's worth developing into a short story.
DeleteThe villain with a thousand faces is the white tempest that overflows rapidly. Its cold wind creates frozen stories. Causing everything to change and bringing along delays. The wetness of this element drowns reality away. The beauty of it is the venomous snake deceiving innocence in. Soft and sparkling yet slippery and cruel, it brings along many dangers. As it cleverly covers the Earth, it unfolds its menace. Humanity becomes vulnerable upon its awaited arrival. Although we try to prepare, nature can’t be obstructed. At a young and innocent age, children enjoy this entertaining wonder. They fail to realize the weight it brings along- they believe that the more that falls the better the creation. But for adults, like everything else- responsibilities are established. Rather than sit and admires its beauty with a warm cup of coffee, they must make themselves active and put in hard work. It becomes a burden, constraining freedom. It delays what we had plans- like a reminder from nature, that we are not in charge. Not only does it seem to come in our way, it also opens up opportunities for mishaps. This gift of nature, can also take away the gift of life. It puts our safety at risk by making roads slippery and confusing our sight. We realize we have taken our warmth for granted as soon as we feel the shivers throughout our bodies and see our own breath as we speak. This villain, although disguised with great beauty is the cause of all our misfortune on a misplaced winter day. This false delicacy is masked by many different perspectives. The villain with a thousand faces is snow.
ReplyDeleteThis is cool, but you need to make some corrections.
Delete(Continuation of Big House story...)
ReplyDeleteDinner flew by in the same manner. They would chat about Lisa and she would indulge their sweet addiction, telling them every little detail. I would be asked about my opinion on several things every now and then and I would insert an “I think that’s wonderful” wherever needed. I almost survived this way until dessert, when my premade line didn’t hold up for that particular discussion. It was apparently about her recent breakup with José, or some Hispanic name like that. I guess I could see how that response was borderline inappropriate.
Coming out of my daze—which had been themed on my latest lecture with Professor Barry—I was bombarded with a pair of angry expressions—courtesy of Macy and Tobias—and one that was rather tearful, which of course belonged to Lisa.
“Why would you say that to your sister, Diane? Can’t you see how upset she is?” Macy scowled at me unrelentingly but I didn’t care, and I was no longer in the mood to pretend.
I shoved my chair back and looked Macy directly in the eye. This was no longer about Lisa. It was about them and their sick obsession with perfection; and I never matched up to it, not that I tried. Who wants to be perfect? What wants to lead a boring life like that? And perhaps that’s why I was so set on darkness. It was a significantly more interesting time and no one expected it. Watching their shocked expressions was often enough. “I’m sorry. Did I upset you, Macy?” My tone suggested that I didn’t quite give a damn.
“That is enough! You treat your mother with respect!” Tobias erupted in anger but it was difficult to take him seriously when he so closely resembled a tomato. “Goddammit!” He looked at Macy and then he glowered over me. His anger visibly receded and an eerie calmness swept over his face. “How can you possibly expect us to love you when you insist on acting this way?” Tobias sounded sincere, in an angry and scary sort of way.
Macy then grew sad when he said that because I suppose she didn’t feel quite the same. She might as well have said it, though, because she didn’t bother to correct him.
And that was the night I killed my parents.
I’m only kidding, but it does sound believable. Trust me, they suffered their sins all on their own—no interference necessary.
Unable to look at me anymore, Tobias stormed out of the room and Macy scurried after him, not once meeting my eyes. They stomped up the stairs and were out of sight.
It was just Lisa and I, staring at the floor so as not to confront each other or the nine-person mariachi band playing in the middle of the kitchen. The moment dragged on for ages until she finally opened her mouth.
“Diane, why do insist on pissing them off? All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and none of this would ever happen.” Lisa sighed. “Sometimes I just wonder…” She had the audacity to be annoyed—at me.
ReplyDelete“Excuse me?” I was appalled. “You’ve always had it easy, Lisa, so I’ll try to dumb it down for you: Tobias and Macy can’t handle imperfection; so that makes you the golden child and me the black sheep. Now, I never meant for this to happen—whatever went wrong between us—but this,” I gestured upstairs to Tobias and Macy, “is completely their fault. They nurtured you and left nature to ruin me, and this is what you see before you—the product of a screwed-up childhood. I just can’t believe that you, of all people, would be one of the many to turn their backs on me—my only sister, Lisa. Why did you do it?”
I waited for her to answer.
“Diane,” she took a deep breath and continued shakily. “I saw you that day—when we were fifteen years old. We had gone to visit Grandma at the hospital. She was dying and it was likely the last time we’d ever see her alive. And you—you snuck off at some point. I thought you were going to grab a snack so I followed, but you made a right instead of a left.”
Oh, God, I thought. She couldn’t possibly have seen that. I was speechless but she evidently was not. Needless to say, she continued, just to my horrification.
“And then—” she struggled to finish the story, choking back emotion—thus proving her understanding of the memory. There was no doubt that she saw it happen. Lisa knew about my secret—my tendencies and my cruelties. My heart caught in my chest, unwilling to resume beating.
I'm intrigued. I'm not really sure what this character did when she made a right instead of a left.
ReplyDeleteThe Villain with a thousand faces
ReplyDelete“How may I take your order?” The leading death cause that brings hundreds of thousands to their death each year seems to come from the sugary and high sodium fatty foods that us Americans like to call a “fast-food” .Whether it’s KFC, McDonalds, Burger King or even just a little too much of the family owned pizzeria down the block; they all have something in common, if too much is consumed they all eventually lead to what is known to society as Heart Disease. Other known as the #1 killer of America besides crime. Nowadays society is always looking for a quick way to daily chores such as satisfying that growl you get in your stomach telling you it’s time to eat again. People tend to think that just because it fills up your stomach it is doing the job and keeping not only you but your stomach happy. But it’s not; stopping for a fast alternative instead of getting the right nutrition will not only be bad at the moment but will more than likely bite you down the road. Statistics say that if bad nutrition is continued there could be some major problems made later on. Many people are guilty of eating on a tight- fast budget and are the culprits of fast food eating, as many are dying from the same reason. People are giving up their youth for this silent killer known as heart disease. We put an expiration date on ourselves when we put that box of French fries in our mouth, once and awhile is okay (normal, as some same) but every day is a serious problem. Don’t believe me? Watch one of the many documentaries on how it really affects your health and capability to do certain actions. This disease is slowly growing and adding victims to its death list just from eating something as simple as fast-food. So don’t even joke about fast-food, some people take it very seriously in a country that is so fondly of it.
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ReplyDeleteEveryone in society looks at magazines and thinks how amazing celebrities are. They wish they could have their body, their skin color, their hair, their eyes, they wish they could be them. They think that the people and models in magazines have the “perfect” body, and everything about them is what society thinks is perfect. Society thinks being a size zero, and being perfect in every way possible is what beauty is, but it really isn’t. People don’t realize how much Photoshop is put into a model to make them look the way they do. They make them look perfect, they darken the skin color, they make them look skinner then what they really are, they enhance the body in every way possible, they completely change a person. Being a photographer I don’t approve of photo shopping models and changing them. Just like steroids are illegal for athletes, Photoshop should be illegal for models. Photoshop gives a different image to a person and it’s not really them. It’s giving people the wrong ideas of what beauty is, and the models are deceiving the public. Being photographer I refuse to Photoshop my models. I don’t want to give people a false image of what someone really looks like. Everyone thinks of models having to be photo shopped, but they always don’t have to be. People who Photoshop their models are helping them give false images to everyone and they shouldn’t be. Photoshop shouldn’t be used in magazines to make their models look better, they should just let their models be natural and give a new meaning to being a model. People should feel comfortable in their body and not have to be jealous of a fake image. Everyone is beautiful in their own way and they shouldn’t have to change their image to fit society standards.
He was a boy that was never well liked. The boy that did weird things and sat in the back of the class and laughed out loud to his self. He would always talk to his self but no one ever asked him why he did it they just left him to his self they felt as though he just had problems. He looked at differently he didn’t feel as though he had issues , he thought he was perfectly fine. He felt as though he was about 30 different people, he had a person for every emotion he had. He walked around not caring what others thought about him or his the different people he could become. He grew up and was lonely. He looked back at his life and hated it. he hated all of the kids that talked about him and made fun of him, so what was next to do? I guess he felt as though he had to get everyone back. One minute he would be happy the next he would have another emotion. He sat in his house for a week thinking about everything he was going to do, it was all planned out. He didn’t worry about cops or anything he just worried about who was going to get what he had planned. He sat back and thought about how he might feel and what the outcome may be. He wanted to walk into the school with no intentions of anyone living and that just what he was going to fight to do. Hours later if you turned on the tv you would hear about a crazy man going into the school with a gun. 30 students found dead , 18 kids missing. You would hear the reporter saying that all of the killing had to do with how the kid was bullied. It was on every channel If you turned the channel you would see that same kid that was on channel 9 news on channel 3 news, you would see the same kid in court telling the judge that he was the one that did it.
ReplyDeleteA silent tear falls down my face. I’m going to die and there’s no way around it. Everyone keeps telling me that I’ll get through this but I can feel the hand of death tugging at my soul. My time is almost up even though it’s barely started. It’s not fair; it’s not fair at all. How is it that people live up to a hundred years old but I won’t make it to my seventeenth birthday? There’s still so many things that I want to do. Growing up I thought my life would be great. I imagined myself going to college, traveling, doing things people only dreamed of doing; now look at me. The worst part is caring. Maybe if I didn’t care about other people or anything it wouldn’t be so hard to leave. I could go silently, peacefully, unnoticed except by the doctors. But I care, oh how I care. I care about my family, my friends, the people I barely talked to at school and Jace. It will be so hard to leave them all, as tears spill down their faces. I don’t want them to be sad; I want them to be happy. I want them to smile at me and tell me they’ll see me soon. I want Jace to kiss me like he does every other day. I want them to say goodbye as if I’ll be back tomorrow. There’s so many things I want and it hurts, but I’m going to stay strong. I’m going to smile.
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ReplyDeleteI had heard a voice, for maybe 5 to 10 minutes. It was a voice that I could recognize, the voice of Joey, my best friend. As my illness continued to develop many other voices talked to me, including the voices of my family members and even voices of people in my high school class that I don’t even talk to. They were all insulting me or trying to get me to do something which might have been violent to me or other people. Days went by and I got much worse. I was convinced that everyone was my enemy. I was slowly going crazy and I knew it.
Ten years past and I was sitting in a mental hospital with others just like me. I’m 35 years old now and I lost my children and all my friends. My schizophrenia got the best of me and I treated my children terribly. It breaks my heart to think that they see me as such a crazy person. One day I take them to get ice cream and to the park but the next day could be completely different. Multiple times, I have been arrested for abusing them. Teachers in their school call the cops on me because of bruises and burns they see on my children. My children see me as a monster. When I treat them bad I don’t remember in the morning and it really confuses them. They were young so they didn’t understand my mixed emotions. I’m stuck in this hospital for a while and have to take all these crazy medicines. Now that my kids are older they see me as villain and they want nothing to do with me. I’ve gotten better but every once in a while I freak out. I hope I can get better one day and my kids can forgive me for being such a terrible mother to them.
The Villain with a Thousand Faces
ReplyDeleteThere is said to be a monster with a collection of faces. He enjoys taking people’s faces away and then he wears them. He is known as the villain with a thousand faces. But he is not your regular villain you see walking the streets. On the other hand this villain is one you see roaming the woods at night. If one encounters this villain the number one goal is not to show any emotion. The story begins with a group of friends hanging out the day before Halloween. The group of friends has heard of the story of this monster but they do not believe it. So they decided to walk in the woods the day of Halloween. They walked for hours with straight faces looking for the villain but there was no luck. Therefore they choose to return home. Many with disappointed faces other with angry face marched back. But there was one who continued walking with no emotion but inside he was engulfed with fear. Then one by one many kids began to lose their faces and then disappear. It was down to the last two walking out of the woods both afraid. They were a couple feet from the street and then the villain jumped in front of them and stared at them. When one cracked and frowned and cried in fear and the villain grabbed his head and looked into his soul and he lost his face and disappeared. The last of the group wearing a suit with a red tie looked at the villain with a thousand faces and smiled. He too lost his face but the villain let him be with no face. To also roam the woods with a pale white face with no face, famous now the monster with no face. Right?
ReplyDeleteSin is defined as an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. But sin isn’t simply just a wrongdoing by “bad” people; it is disguised in many other forms, found even in “good” people. Not one individual is perfect; therefore, sin is inevitably within every human. Some sin more than others, some sin differently than others; regardless, sin is present—it is inescapable, it is a villain that torments the lives of all people, whether they are good or bad. Sin is within the disobedient, troublesome child that does very poorly in school but it is also in the Honor Roll student that participates in clubs and activities but is arrogant and conceited. Sinful is the woman who left her family behind to pursue her own selfish dreams but it is also the admired stay-at-home mom who actually mistreats her children and neglects her husband. Sin is skipping church with the mere excuse of being ‘busy’ and lacking faith in God but it is also attending church, seeming to be holy, when in reality it is done just so others will think positively of you. Sinful is one full of himself, one with too much pride, who thinks they are better than everyone else but it is also the most humble or modest person that deep down is actually quite judgmental and hypocritical. Sin is having many faults or making many mistakes and doing nothing to correct them but it is also the flawless individual who talks about and criticizes others instead of helping them fix or correct their faults and mistakes. Sin is a part of bad, dishonorable, corrupt people but also of good, virtuous, and righteous people. Sin can be found in the in the most wicked places or in the holiest. Sin is disguised in countless ways, infinite forms, and in numerous different scenarios. The Villain with a Thousand Faces is Sin.