Ernest Kartoffel Mcaslan-Personal Narrative

It seems like yesterday when I met Ezrith Wolfe. The first day I met Ezrith was the day before my birthday August 11, 2013. Ezrith and I became best friends very quickly. We liked to do a lot of stuff when we saw each other. Both of us talked about a lot of things that we had in common with each other. Ezrith was my best friend and we did a lot, I just wish that we could have done more together.

Person B was a female around the age of 22. She was about 5 ½ feet tall with a slender build and shoulder-length blonde hair. The first nonverbal observation I made about Person B was the way she dressed. She had a knee-length black skirt paired with a light blue sweater. This outfit suggested she was dressed up for a special event. However, her

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

For two more weeks I remained in the hospital. Three times every day a nurse brought me a tray with a meal and medication. She watched as I swallowed the tablets, but never as I ate the meal. Compared to a normal sized portion of food, what I was given in hospital would be considered small, but my stomach was far too used to rations beyond small. Most days I was able to eat almost half a plate of pasta before my stomach rebelled and decided to throw it all back up again.

“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see.”

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

The aid worker met Alexander's gaze. He was a bit short, and a bit thin, but with chubby cheeks, and life in his eyes. She said something to the well-dressed man, then left him at the far edge of the tent. She approached Alexander, and he eagerly met her halfway.

As one drives up the California coast, they will begin to notice several things. First, the general atmosphere shifts. The further north they travel from Los Angeles palms and golden beaches, the cities begin to lose their positive, sunny vibes. They go from beach villas to industrial apartments to suburban neighborhoods to run down harbor towns. The positive emotional vibrations emitted from such architecture slowly surrenders its grip on its surroundings to a grim, hopeless one. As new, booming cities fade into sleepy and ancient villages only occupied by drunken sailors and lost tourists, the traveler will soon realize they are in a much less pleasant place as where they originated their journey.

A middle-aged man called Bill Foster is dealing with both unemployment and a divorce. When his car breaks down on a Los Angeles highway, he leaves his vehicle and begins a journey across the city to attend his daughter's birthday party. As he makes his way through the urban suburbs, Bill's frustration with the way society works starts resulting in violent encounters with various people, including a vengeful gang and a dutiful veteran cop, Detective Pendergast.

Jack Foster was a dreamer. He liked searching the shelves in the local bookstore, exchanging a brief smile with the old man behind the counter from time to time. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes as he sat down by an old oak tree and began reading. He valued the kind of simplicity offered by fictional worlds. The black words scribbled across the page had the power to transport him anywhere. He could be anything — a struggling doctor, a secret agent, a tyrant king in a far off land —and for a few moments every day, Jack forgot about the dreaded letter he had received a few weeks ago. He had been working overtime at Wilson's Market, stocking the shelves and admiring the beautiful brunette behind cash register three. His heart pounds against

Everyday life is so mundane. It's the same thing every minute of everyday. Eat, sleep, fuck, get high, cry, scream a little, eat, sleep , fuck, get high... It's so exhausting just to try and live. Each and every painfully slow moment on an endless cycle of repeat that I found harder and harder to repeat. Thankfully though Brett didn't seem to remember anything from the night Drew had come over a few weeks ago. He couldn't even remember getting home, and while I was disappointed in a way it was for the best. There had been enough people in my life who had seen me at my worst and I had no desire to add another person to that very long list.

She doesn’t respond, but as we reach the top she turns around almost immediately to look at me.

The things I will always remember Austria, in a town called Montafon the beautiful sceneries that are there. The ropes course and the Alpine coaster which was awesome. After Montafon we went to Freiburg Germany and went to a Cuckoo clock store and I bought my very first cuckoo clock. Then in Heidelburg Germany we done a service project at a Hospital building staining wood boards. And we walked on this path of life where we walk on rocks and stuff like pine cones, my feet are very soft because of it.And then, us delegates went to see the Heidelburg castle it had very nice architecture. The next day I met my homestay people they are nice people the mom was kinda nervous at first but then she calmed I was to but I guess everyone feels that way.

Mary and Jesus’s face had disappeared from all the thousands and thousands of people stepping onto the fumie. Just then, I saw a flash of bright light, and then I heard someone call my name.

On Monday morning dark brown haired Molly was getting ready to go out.While preparing she thought about where she wanted to go. Molly decided she would go to the Mall,she texted one of her friends to go shopping with her.Her friend agreed,they decided to meet at the Mall at 12:00.While she was getting her wallet to go clothes shopping, she saw five dollars was missing from her wallet.Molly wondered who could of taken five dollars from her wallet if she was in her bedroom the whole time.Molly decided to check her wallet again in case she misplaced the five dollars.She checked her driver’s license if she put the money there.She didn’t find it there,so she decided to check her money pocket in case she misplaced the five dollars in there.