A Braided Narrative

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.

I never thought that I would be saving someone life from drowning. That was until my friends and I did help someone. Which was something that happened very fast.

I saw a bright light appear out from the darkness that I lay in. It startled me because I didn't know what was going to happen to me and my family. A large hand reached into this cold climate that was my home; and picked Emily (my sister) and I (Dylan) up and carried us into what felt like a desert. The large hand was connected to a large body, I later figured out that it was a human. I was sweating (unthawing) and I was missing my cold home so much. The human pulled Emily and I apart, took Emily, and placed her on a plate. I was next, the feeling of his wet, slimy hands was disgusting. Once I was on a plate, the human picked the plate up and took us both outside. It was like I was in a fire, it was scorching out here.

On that little dirt road with only dead plants around me, I had run out of gas, which forced me to get out of the car. With no money to pay for more gas I had to push my car to the nearest place I could find a job. I passed a couple houses which I could help clean the dust or farm for 50 cents or so but I decided to keep moving forward. I pushed the car for a couple miles before it started to get dark. It was to early in the day to become dark, so I knew a dust storm was coming. I saw an abandoned shack a couple feet ahead, so I grabbed my luggage and ran to it. There was no hope for my car, I didn’t have enough time to push it somewhere safe or enough luggage to hold it down from the winds. About 20 minutes into the storm, I watched my car fly away with the dust.

At 5:30 I hear the irritating sound of the alarm and hesitantly start to wake up. When I finally manage to pull myself out of bed I slowly amble over to the bathroom and start getting ready. Many thoughts are running through my head as I try to remember where my classes are. Once I get downstairs I sit down to eat breakfast and think about the day ahead. At 6:40 I shuffle outside to wait for my ride. Eventually we get to Anderson, I pick up my humongous book bag and hope that I didn’t forget anything. When I am opening my locker my hands start shaking as I turn the lock. I get to Spanish at 7:00 and anxiously wait to see people I know walk in. Thankfully, I know a lot of girls in my class and I settle in. Once Spanish is over I walk/sprint

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

I hear a car hornk from outside and I walked outside a piece of bagel in my mouth. "Hey girl get in the car before were late" Chelsea says giving me a toothy smile. I looked to the passengers seat to see my other friend Bethany touching up her make up and so I walked to the backseat opening it up to find Gaby who was rummaging through her bag.

One day there were four kids playing the playstation. Their names were Korey, Javi, Cole, AJ and Lane. Then Korey’s mom called all of them for lunch. Then they went outside, but there was a really old house. We asked my mom and she said, “ yes but but careful”. Then we decided to go to the house at night. So we ate dinner, and then went into my room to get dressed in black spy clothes. At about 11:50 we started to drive down to the old house by riding my atv. It took us ten minutes to get there. We made sure that we had all the gear that we needed. So we went inside, and we saw a dusty dinner table, and we saw old silverware.It was only 12:00 we promised my mom we would be back by 6:00 Then we stuffed started to get strange we was tired so

On my way to one of the greatest concerts, thoughts were swirling around my head. How good will this really be? Will I make it out alive tonight? Was it worth the wait? The thought that the next highly anticipated song that plays may cause a riot so large it ends my life. I soon found out after I entered the House of Blues, or rather, as I prepared to enter The Rodeo.

It was the weekend before christmas, there wasn't snow but it was cold. We were leaving Home Depot. My boyfriend was driving his grey minivan. I was in the passenger seat next to him with his two friends in the back and a few of his other friends following us in Ethans van. The light turned green and we went down that road like every other time, but that time was different. We hit a patch of black ice. Boom. We hit the curb and s. I turned to look if everyone was okay as a flash of lights came from behind. It was kenneth's friends in the other car, they were coming up fast.

I could hear mom yelling my name from a distance, a sad worried tone of voice. Throwing my door open to run to mom not knowing what’s going on. I was quickly stopped by a bright light hitting my face. Making me close my eyes for a second or two. I saw the kitchen in a great ball of fire. Flames spreading from the laundry room all the way to refrigerator made it seem like the rest of the trailer was gone. I quickly shut the door to the room, stunned by what I had seen but still having the courage to keep it together and wake up my sister Liz. The odor of burning wood and the air getting thicker makes It hard to breathe but we both made it to the front door. We aren’t able to open it because it had one of those public restroom looking locks tree feet above the door

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.

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My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to