Inlcuding My Home-Personal Narrative

Natasha Romanoff smirks as she watches a wayward demi-god grimace at the sealed package of cup-a-noodles in his hand. He leans a hip against the island counter, habitually feigning nonchalance. However, as an astute student of body language she can read the subtle tension in musculature of his face. She pauses for only an instant at the entryway to observe him, confirming for herself again, that he actually is trying fit in here. She would never presume to mention it to Director Fury, not without a direct inquiry from him, but she had had her own concerns when S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to take Loki on as part of some sort of Asgardian rehabilitation program. Now she’s less certain of her opinion. Not wanting to be noticed spying, she breezes into the common area and crosses to the refrigerator, perusing the offerings briefly before grabbing a bottled smoothie. She can feel

"Scarlett, he will be back. As will the others. Right now, we have the living to care for. We must save them first." It was as if my thoughts had been heard.

Brad Miller and I recently bought our very first home in Longmont, CO and our mortgage is through Premier/Cherry Creek. We worked with Alicia Alpenfels and I wanted to send an email letting you know how impressed we were with her. She had worked with us over two years ago when we almost bought a condo through the Boulder Affordable Housing program but the transaction fell through due to changes in our situation. When we were in a place to try and buy a home again last year there was no question that we wanted to work with her again. She was extremely kind, and dedicated to helping us get a home. We had numerous offers we put in and she always got our pre-approval letters to us when we needed them. A large part of the reason why the process

I sat there less than 50 yards from the Borbous River in Leslie, Missouri on the amazing 150 acres of land. Sadly though I have been left, abandoned. My loving family gone, never to return. Once they ran and played outside next to me but now I am alone. The land is overgrown, left without care. The fence that once keep out animals and other things has fallen and left me exposed. The watery air that once caused me to radiate and glisten now leaves nothing but crude marks of oxidation on my aluminum roof. I remember the days that little feet would run through my halls, the sweet smell of breakfast being cooked, and the sharp smell of whiskey being poured. Now all of those things are gone. I no longer hear those feet or smell the breakfast or the whiskey. I witnessed the children grow and leave and the parents

My mind fogs up as I try to recall my doctor’s reassuring words. Memories begin to blur and blend in with each other as I try to reach out in this fog of darkness, attempting to grasp what is authentic and what is not. I need to reorganize and record my thoughts somewhere objective, somewhere I know is secure and wouldn’t be altered in any shape or form. I pick up a pencil that is placed in front of me and gradually begin to scrawl out my thoughts on a scrap piece of paper. As I progressively document every bit of detail of my memories, I begin to notice a faint murmur behind the frigid, white wall adjacent to me. I shrug it off and blindly assume that it is just my neighbours conversing with each other. Time

I stood there for a min almost wanting to go back inside because she made me so frustrated trying to explain things when she doesn't listen. Tiffany walked past giving me a look as I sighed shaking my head as Mark patted my back as we both head toward the limo. Jane was fuming mad the trip to the airport making it very awkward and when anybody would say and think dramatically rolling her eyes. Once there Jane was the first person to jump out of the car followed my Tiffany they practically ran to the airport

Rob and Melanie talked all the way to the restaurant. Melanie confessed “I can’t help but be nervous, it’s not every day I’m allowed to share dinner with my grandfather. I believe he is a good person, I can just feel it. Did you feel it too? Or is it wishful thinking?”

I sped down the hill as fast as I could, looking desperately for my young wife. I came to a stop where the road splits into four, still no sign of her. I dismounted my machine, and began to examine the roadways to figure out where exactly we had came from. with any luck, Elizabeth has backtracked back up the road. As I was examining the tracks, I heard someone on horseback approaching. I looked up to find an old farmer, whom was missing 2 or 3 of his teeth and had hair resembling a mop, making his way casually down the road.

The sun penetrates the green leaves, leaving blotches on the wall behind my head. In my front porch oasis, I struggle to balance my plate of food on my lap and shield my eyes from the sun simultaneously. The sun is bright and the rest of my family are wearing their glasses. Mom and Lila sit on the swing in the corner and rest their plates on the arm rests. Lila swings the seat, moving her feet to the rhythm of the Grateful Dead.

“Joan, do you ever… do you ever get the feeling that we’ve… I don’t know. Missed out on something? A life we should’ve lived, should’ve been able to have. Something better than this?” Mark lifted his shovel from the rubble, sweeping it towards a ragged tear in the side of the squat concrete office building he stood within. Joan looked up from the aged maps laid out on a recently righted table and swept her gaze through the cracked-concrete lined hole in the wall, and sighed.

A lot of people are poor and need money to support themselves, but sometimes a person really needs money to support their families so they turn into a life of crime just to help their families and get them out of poverty. I never really got a reason as to why people would steal from other people till much later in life. How I understood why people would do that was when I was 8 years old and saw a man that told me the reason why he did what he did.

My family have been cattle farmers over in Woop Woop, since my great grandparents migrated here from Italy straight after World War 2. We’re the Costellos. Our neighbours are the Regans and they’ve been farming here in the district for “yonks” as well. The two families haven't been getting on ever since me ole man installed that irrigation channel that separated the two farms. But I say, Fair dinkum! that was yonks ago ! All that’s in the past...and...well...I can’t help it if I love Dani. I know she’s a Regans but that’s “no worries” . I saw her for the first time yesterday arvo at the Boozer and she was so beautiful ,even more beautiful than Queensland, but there was just one big problem; she was a Regen. I decided not to tell anyone that I loved her ,but me mates saw me gawking at her making snags they warned not to go down that path, but true love is like a slippery snake; you can't control it. Bazza said to me, “Mick her ole man’d be as mad as a cut snake if you go after Maria.” I was madly in love with her ,but I played it smart and tried not to go off like a frog in a sock every time I heard her name.

The HR department had their annual one on one meeting with staff that was mandatory. I would have called in sick as usual but since I’m living with Charles it was hard to do that since he was technically my boss. So hence why I’m sitting across Emma asking me literally the dumbmest thing known the man.

Isabella is left at the mall by her brother after school.She needs new shoes so she heads to the shoe store.After looking through the store, she finds the perfect shoes, a pair of turquoise converse and pays for them.After paying for them, she starts heading out to put her shoes on ,as she walks she trips over a pot plant. Sending her shoes flying over a three flight staircase.She hears a yelp from down stairs.She looks over the railing and sees her brother’s best friend and her crush,on the floor, rubbing his head and the pair of shoes next to him.So the normal thing for her is to run away , she meets her brother at the entrance of the mall.

Her smooth hair, that heart­shaped face, and those clear blue eyes. My Dear​L​eslie... my beautiful girl... It feels like putting my lips into a delicious cake. When I am ready to bite in that creamy butter and taste that hint of almond, I realize that it is all just an imagination. That moment of disappoint and emptiness is what I am feeling right now.