Brain Storm-Personal Narrative

I remember him saying ‘Racquet back, turn sideways, step in when you hit the ball’ my dad said, I remembered those three fundamentals forever. Hi there, I'm Christine Marie Evert, most people know me as Chris Evert. When I was a child my 4 siblings helped me become who I am today and that's why I'm such a world wide known professional tennis player. But most of all it was my two parents, Jimmy and Colette, that made me who I am today. My parents also taught me how to raise kids of my own, which I had 3 children in fact. You're probably wondering how old I am, well right now I'm 63. I always loved Christmas and my birthday because I got a lot of presents because they were so close to each other as a matter of fact 13 days apart. I started

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

I was born in beautiful city ludhiana and the place was full of life and wonders i spent may whole childhood there. I still remember a lot of thing that happened when i was child some memories are so bad that it seems that that it occurred few days back. one incident i remembered from my childhood is that i owned a dog named bravo, bravo was 8 year old. I have many memories with him , when bravo always knew when i am sick or not feeling well he use to come to me , rest his face on my knees an stay that way and always be my side when i am not in great place mentally. He is timid and very intelligent boy as bravo's death come uninvited and unexpected and made my life miserable. As bravo was so adorable playful, energetic and above all my best

There are only two people in this school who I can enjoy hanging around in school, not including Hope or Felix of course. Those two people were Cendric and Silica. They where twins who had moved to this area just a few years ago. They both shared hobbies with me, including reading, VRMMO's, anime, and above all some peace and quiet. Nothing beats some peace and quiet every once in a while.

In Amicalola falls, me and my cousin Tamara were hiking on the trail. I turned to Tamara and said,

First of all I just want to say, no judging, oh and I know what you are thinking, it’s, just get to the point! Isn’t it, well too bad, because I might be talking about, let’s say, dogs eating tacos, and suddenly tell you a story about the one time my cousin made the best taco I had ever tasted, just like that, anyway, here we go. I was getting ready to start my normal day, in my normal job, as a normal 11 year old kid, in a not so normal school, then again, no school really has anything “normal” about it.

The storyline is cute, but the writing needs work-a lot of work. Some of the sentences just did not make sense, punctuation was missing, grammar was lacking and simple misspellings made reading this book cringe worthy.

I have a girlfriend and her name is Meghan Vaughn and I love her to the moon and back. So how me and her got together is that one day my friend Bella told me to go to the park. So I did.

The brain-dead seldom seem like they’re dead. The rise and fall of their chests is so convincing, the ventilator seems like an ornament rather than the single source of oxygen that keeps their hearts beating. Their skin is warm to the touch, and condensation clings to the inside of the catheter from the fresh streams of body-temperature urine. Despite how peaceful they look, their bodies are undergoing progressive autolysis, utter and massive self-destruction. Without the helm of consciousness, my father and all of the patients in his section of the intensive care unit seemed adrift in a tiny boat on a wild, infinite sea – yet unconcerned about finding their way back to

Brendon is in the motel room after a show. They're in northern Oregon, and there's

“It was my fault, okay?” His statement caused her to halt. She attempted to look at him again but her eyes focused on the clouds above his head. He stuffed his hands in his pockets before sauntering away. His hand fiddled with the wallet. She dragged herself to her dorm; her hatred for herself grew. She crossed her arms over her chest, thinking about how incredibly stupid she was. She replayed the encounter in her mind, rewriting the entire event to fit an embarrassment free one. As she blamed herself, her thief found himself at his quiet area on campus. While sitting on a bench, he examined the wallet. A tattered, russet leather wallet with ‘Marcy’ embroidered on it with blue bubble letters. He ran his index finger along each letter, tracing

Having somewhat of an idea of where we were, I dragged Curzon’s limp body out of the boat. He seemed better than he was in the prison, but not as cheery as the day we met. I knew they would by now there would be posters everywhere displaying that we should be turned in. I scampered into the woods dragging Curzon like a tail on a dog. I noticed a small, rotting shack. Hopefully no one was home. The door creaked as we went in. It was dark except for a crack through they ceiling that displayed a beckoning skylight. It called me like my mother. I walked over and touched it. I looked up to see a door, the size fit for a dwarf. “Where are you” Curzon shouted. He spotted me and limped over. I showed him the door and opened it. Suddenly,

This is late, but i’ve been busy, what else can I say? Finding the balance between working on my writing, generating steady income, and progressing with creative projects has been grueling. However, It’s been a satisfying challenge. We all struggle and for the first time in awhile, I feel like i’m struggling for a good reason. But that’s a piece for another day, I digress.

“Ladies, I brought in the best,” Craig as usual made an entrance this morning. His positive and energetic attitude brought life to this dull cold morning. Taking off his sunglasses and hat in a flamboyant manner, he presented us with a homemade freshly baked Lime pie. He insisted that i try it even though it was so early in the morning to be eating sweets. As i went over to get a piece, he watched me take a bite, waiting for my reaction. I said, “ Ew what is this?” He was astonished by my abominable facial reaction. Quickly i told him, “It’s a joke, i love the pie, it’s delicious.” He was immediately relieved and didn't think it was funny, but we were all joking around with him. The taste of the pie brought back wonderful memories of my middle