Cackle's Narrative

"That was a wonderful story, you are an excellant story teller." Belle beamed at him.

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

“You have no idea how bad it is in here. I longed for the day when I can cook you three a big dinner and clean that house. I’m sure it is pretty dirty.” She smiled.

“Yeah he’s a good kid,” she said as if I didn’t know him. “It was nice meeting you” she extended her

“Yup! I tripped up the stairs today and spilt my coffee, I was yelled at in first bell after you left, and I found out that I’m failing Crosshair because the noise of the guns scares me. But other than that, I’m great!” Terra chirped as she ate her pudding.

"What do you do?'' He moves back in his seat, eyes narrowing, ''are you a drug dealer?''

“Screeeeeeech” screams the wheels of the plane as it slides across the runway trying to brake as everyone's heads fly forward.  I ferociously hold onto my armrest so I don’t fly to the front of the plane.  We finally returned home from Edmonton where I had the best weekend of my life.  After six years of playing hockey, I finally succeed in winning my first championship.

" You all have very pretty names. I really like yours." She said looking towards

Science used to fascinate me and leave me curious ever since I was a kid. I would always have the TV on The Science Channel or The Weather Channel. Nature, stars, animals and anything involving the concept of science, captures my attention. At the high school I attend, Health Sciences High and Middle College (HSHMC), I received a very rare opportunity that other high students could possibly not get. I was able to intern at multiple sharp hospitals through the school and for free. This gave the opportunity to experience the hospital and the environment in different departments in the hospital such as engineering, pharmacy, subacute, and supply and distribution. Eventually my senior year is going to come to an end and I am going to head off

I laughed, “Thanks. I’m no good at remembering names, but I’ll try to remember it now.”

As I stood there exhausted, holding a blank stare with my arms to my sides and the sound of mumbling in the background, I only heard three words of the entire training brief my supervisor gave us, “time for chow!” I immediately snapped back to reality and walked in the same direction as my teammates. As I walked, I looked ahead of the group for the best place to get out of the 103-degree hot Texas sun. I noticed a tree and a stump that would be great to rest my back on and it had plenty of shade. When I arrived at the stump, I set my rifle down and quickly took off my training gear that felt like an extra body hanging on my shoulders. At the same moment that I felt like I could take a break from the training day and let my guard down, I heard

“Even though it was all dysfunctional, it sounds like a fun time.” Steven said hesitantly.

Jarvis quickly backed away from the computer, giving Brayzack access. He then shared a look with Sergeant Barnes. Both men had a pretty good idea of what the commander wanted with the database.

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a

“Well I’ll totally be sure to remember your name the next time I see you,” he promised. He was pretty good about remembering certain things about people - even the small details where people didn’t think he was listening or wouldn’t pick up on. Not that remembering someone’s name was the same thing, but still. Either way, she definitely had one of those faces and names that was easy to remember and even if they didn’t have all of their classes together, he was sure he still would’ve remembered her name. “I’ll hold you to that,” he retorted just as playfully.