A Humoral Narrative

The epic poem, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, presents the typical medieval hero going on a ridiculous quest. Gawain exemplifies the five principles of chivalry as he addresses each challenge on his journey, making him a true hero. However, the tale places this serious hero in an absurd situation, illustrating the comical elements the poem holds as well.

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare”

"Is it funny for you?" Sixty-year-old Ricardo asked her, frowning in astonishment, but at the same time rejoicing something.

“Yes!” Luke was fighting to keep from screaming at the older man, his voice coming out in a hiss instead of a yell.

Jonah was driving down the old road one late night when he experienced one of the most terrifying events in his life. He probably should have listened to his roommates stories. If he did, none of this would have happened. He would have realized that his roommate isn’t all that crazy after all.

Alex stood there, terrified even to breath. Last time the two of them were in the same space, Alex had almost gotten a few ribs broken and they had almost killed each other. She didn’t want a repeat. She didn’t think her body could take another beating. That had nothing to do with the fact that her emotions were so all over the place she didn’t think she could take another near death experience. Plus, a serious fight would bring a lot of agents running and James could get hurt. All of this would happen if she breathed. All hell would break lose.

After a hug strong enough to squeeze most of the blood out of Jennifer’s own thin arms and come close to snapping one, maybe two of the vertebrae in her spine, Ronnie pushed her to an arm’s length by the shoulders. “What an insanely beautiful woman you are. I just want to eat you up. I love those lips of yours and your smile, too. I hope you don’t think it too forward but I took the liberty of entering Dandy to make a purchase. I bought you a lollipop I saw them selling near the register. Later, I hope you give me the pleasure of watching you suck it clean down to the stick. For you, my fair lady.” He handed a small white paper bag clutched in the chubby fingers of his right hand to her.

He was a brilliant guy with a lot of potential, but he had one insecurity, he fainted to the sight of blood.

worried.What if bandits attack us?I,mean we are bringing a LOT of gold.And we will have to travel a good 600 miles,bandits will probably

I flung my weight against the handle of my red wagon. The giant container of mustard was the heaviest thing I have ever encountered. It didn’t matter how heavy this mustard was though because I had to get it to the park. As the sweat poured down my face, all I could think about was the bet that I had made with my best friend Tera. After losing multiple games of Scrabble, I wanted to win something too. This is when I decided to bet Tera that I could eat more mustard than she could. I knew Tera hated mustard as much as I did, so she wouldn’t have the advantage like always. This would be an easy win, and I could finally prove to her that I could be successful too.

I remember one incredibly funny day from last year. It was the day I fell through the glass display case at school. Boy, I tell you that sucked so bad. I know for a fact I’ll never live it down. I’m known for being pretty accident prone so it was no surprise to people when they found out I was the one who had left the blood stain in the hallway.

Benjamin awoke on a dreary Monday morning to a note on the kitchen counter. He read it aloud, “Benjamin, our time together is one I’ll cherish; however, we are holding each other back. Our decisions, while freeing, kept us from our full potential. I’m sorry, I know this will be difficult, but it is for the best.” Benjamin sat down, holding the note in his trembling hands, unable to put his thoughts together he sat there. Memories of his final summer at home floated through his mind, his thoughts drifting as if he were back in his family pool avoiding Mrs. Robinson and his parents. Benjamin jolted back to reality, looking at his watch he realized he had been sitting there for hours. Still nothing seemed important, the note now lay on the floor. Benjamin picked it up, glanced at it once more and crumpled it up. Benjamin looked around, studying his mediocre apartment, the view of a dimly lit suburban San Francisco street stirred something up, deep inside Benjamin. He immediately began packing, forgetting all responsibilities he had. Benjamin realized Elaine may have been right, he had settled, his life with her, while enjoyable, was not his full potential. He had the idea, only for a millisecond, that leaving San Francisco was the best thing for him; like his entire life once he got an idea of his own in his head there was no stopping him. The next morning Benjamin awoke early, he grabbed his bags and left. Leaving behind what he saw as a waste of three years, and any memories

As Bahauddin pushed the door to the shaft as slow as molasses falls out or the bottle to make it so no one would be able to hear the creak of the rusted and moldy hinges that are barely holding the door up. He could see the invaders about 100 yards away from him consumed in their fighting as if there's nothing else worth paying attention to. He slowly began to climb out of the shaft he realized that the lanterns were giving off light in the smoke of the cannons. He could hear the invaders yelling things such as

Around 6 six o’clock on a Friday night my dad bought us 4 tickets for a Chicago Bears against the Seattle Seahawks on October 17. When he told us our eyes lit up . The next day on Saturday we made our way to Chicago to go see our Auntie and stay there before the game on Sunday , when we got there my Aunt screamed :