Hellywood
The alarm went off as it does every morning at exactly 6:00am. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, stretched, pulled the covers off and got out of the bed. Normally, I am not one to stare at myself in the mirror in the morning, in fear that I will see something that could result in complete horror; but as I walked past my closet door I couldn't restrain myself from peering into the mirror. It was the same full-length mirror that I had since a child, adorned with stickers and multiple layers of paint. Silly to say, but it was a mirror that I trusted; however, today was different. When I looked into the mirror, I didn't see me, and I didn't see my room. All I saw was black. I rubbed my eyes thinking that I was not fully awake and looked back into the mirror, yet the blackness remained. Could this be just a dream? I pinched myself to make sure I was really awake and sure enough the pain was there. I turned around and took two steps backwards, turned back around and looked into the mirror: black, still. It was then I heard someone calling my name from the other side of the room. I was already freaked out by my mirror, but when I heard an unknown voice coming from my room, it felt like I had died and been placed inside a Wes Craven horror film.
Here I saw overweight celebrities, such as Oprah, Roseanne, John Candy and Jerry (the subway guy), all sitting at tables, hands tied behind their backs, while having food constantly shoved into their mouths by dwarf-like Richard Simmons (the diet guru) clones. I abused my power and lost control of my life. They smiled and nodded at his statement then turned to me. " I knew that Elvis was a good man at heart, but he let fame and fortune control his life while on Earth, eventually leading to his demise. Inside I saw disfigured and mangled bodies all hung on clothing racks. Every now and then a bat would fly by his head. He eased my curiosity when he said, "This is the store for the superstars. My family and I have been expecting you for quite some time. Just as their bodies and images were exploited and sold while on the planet, here they are subjected to hanging on a rack for anyone and everyone who wishes to torture them, and tease them. OJ was hanging from the ceiling with hooks piercing his flesh, going through his back. It was onto the eighth store of Hellywood, Ace Hellware. I knew instantly that this was the seat for Elvis. I figured that I should put off school for today, and get some rest.
Common topics in this essay:
Prince Darkness,
Heartbreak Hotel,
,
Rodeo Drive,
Osbourne Ozzy's,
Janis Joplin,
Wes Craven,
Finally King,
Richard Simmons,
Vanilla Ice,
store hellywood,
rodeo drive,
looked mirror,
prince darkness,
ninth store,
elvis led,
closet door,
fame fortune control,
kissed cheek,
fame fortune,
cd hell house,
leaned kissed,
leaned kissed cheek,
ninth store hellywood,
|
Acceptance Essays
