Creative Non-Fiction Projects: The Slayer, The Scar, and the Macaroni and Cheese Dish

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Creative Non-Fiction Project: “The Scar”
Sunday, the 28th day of April 2019, was not an ordinary day on my calendar. I had just woke up from a terrifying dream. As I woke up, I felt my heart racing fast as sweat trickled down my spine. The sweat was chilling, as I felt it run its course on my back, sharp as a sword as it meandered its way toward the ground. I rushed to the bathroom, touching my face in shock and awe. My dream has pervaded itself into my reality and as I stood there, I could not believe I had escaped the jaws of my assailant, The Slayer. I froze when I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My knuckles went white as I clenched the edge of the sink tightly. I stared at my reflection, or, more specifically, my neck.
Figure 1.1: The Slayer
A long jagged scar snaked down the right side of my neck. Indeed, it was an unusual looking scar, an odd mixture of bright white and light pink. The skin around the blemish was slightly discolored, suggesting that it had not healed properly. I slowly unclenched one of my hands from the sink and lightly brushed it down the scar, tracing the jagged line slowly with the tips of my fingers. I sighed and averted my gaze from the mirror, biting my lip. A voice in my head whispered, “it been months since I got such a scar,” but I still could not look at it longer than a minute. I hang my head, shame washing over me as I stood alone in the dimly lit bathroom.
Figure 1.2: The Scar on the right side of my neck
Suddenly, before I could decide on what to do next, kicks and blows rent the air around me. I was afraid and frantic but I could not see the perpetrator in the mirror’s reflection. I turned back and shook my head to confirm whether I was sleepwalking. I did not know who or what I had offended as I knelt to pray for divine intervention on the soaked wet floor. Before I could close my eyes, I saw the creature I had dreamt attacking me before me with its eyes turned red, and its mouth wide open. The sight of the beast was horrifying. My glance towards the attacker changes everything, as I convinced myself that I would fight back. I clenched my fist tightly, ready to attack and defend myself, and just as I was about to swing my arm, I heard a knock on my door. I was not expecting anyone, but somehow the knock was in my favor since my attacker was no longer in sight. I am confused and wavered, thinking maybe it had left.
I rose on my feet and moved backward, fearing even the slightest touch of anything in my house. I could not believe my house had turned into hunting grounds for something evil. Besides, I could not believe I had become his prey. In the past, I had read about ogres and giants, but I never thought they existed. My fear was fed by my one mind, as I thought about demons and evil spirits. However, the scar on my neck had eliminated my doubts that they were only some fantasy beings created by fiction writers with the intent of making stories enticing and making money. I got to the door and flung it ajar as I looked within the surroundings of what could have followed me as I left the bathroom. Luckily, I did not see anything strange, and I proceeded to tilt my head in slow ...