Lolita-Personal Narrative

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

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 wanted to go see Scarlet,but I decided against it. so I just went to go eat breakfast with my brothers and paula.

The igniting spark between himself and Camila did not dwindle, everlasting and perpetual; a conundrum yet to unfold.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away. By that I mean about an hour or two drive from visalia. When I was eight and my brother four. We had gone tobogganing with our family. The snow was glistening white and quite untouched by any other people for there was no lemon flavored snow.

There are a few points I felt need to be mentioned before the ending is discussed. As Clare is heading North towards the slayer of her Teresa, an Awakened One named Priscilla, she meets some of the elite five she was warned about. Among the four we meet (as the show doesn't finish) my favorite was the sociopath Ophelia. She is the reason Clare loses her arm and apparently has been killing humans for quite some time, which accounts for her blood lust. The tragic happening of her becoming into the very thing she hates I thought was some great justice as much as it was cool to see Clare defeat her.

Today while screening at around 5:20p.m I had noticed that an Amazon Associate named Louise Fuentes-Molina had an Asset Sticker on her phone. While looking through her bag I had noticed she had her phone and the sticker but I don’t remember her ever having one, I said to the associate “Oh I see you got a sticker for your phone now, she looked at me in shocking look and said “yes”. I found it strange so once she badged out I badged out behind her to find out her name because her badge wasn’t visible at the moment. After using alarm monitoring to find out the lenel her name came up. I then used Right crowd to see if she had any assets towards her name. She indeed did not have any assets towards her name.

Hola Diana, yes it was good to see them even though it was only one night. We don't have many houses built on stilts either but with the sea levels rising it is something the government should be thinking about, but they never do think do they, it's always about short term gain from short term brains.

My hands glide across the piano keys Covered in scars that stand as a reminder of ma A reminder of the accident A reminder of my mistake And a reminder of her death Now things are better, Crops are growing Daddy’s happy and he found a girl named Louise She's nothing like ma

I set the pen on the paper and grabbed my bags rushing myself out the door. I got in my car and texted Ashton.

Cecelia, thank you for an interesting post. At the age of thirteen, I used to hear the word, “jeez”. Not knowing what it meant, practiced it several times myself when I felt the need to, or it just came out, until one day it slipped out in front of a very religious lady. That was a mistake on my part! She just about ripped my head off. I was confused and wondered if had said something wrong, as I did not mean it in a swearing context. I knew full well that I wasn’t allowed to swear. Out of respect for the lady, I resorted to not question her, part of my upbringing. Not knowing the relevance, I became even more curious to find out the basis of her getting offended. Then one day I worked up the courage to ask one of my Caucasian classmates who

Today was June 27th, 1913. We all gathered in the town square. My son, Dickie Delacroix, was gathering stones with the other boys. My husband was talking with the other men. I was nervous and anxious because it was the day of the lottery.

The night of October 12, 1927 was a cold night. The snow was coming from the sky like cold white tears. It was as if the sky was crying from all the things it had seen and tonight it would cry even more. I was on a business trip for work. It was around 10:00 the night of the tragedy. I walked by dozens of nightclubs back in Michigan but they were nothing compared to the ones here in Los Angeles. The music flooded my ears and laughter and clashing glasses filled the air. The smell of alcohol and cigar smoke was on every street I walked down. Even though the bitter cold was nipping at my nose I still got the subtle smell of sweet perfume I was not sure of what kind, but it brought back memories. Everything was going great but then came along a loud, “BANG!” My instinct was to make sure I was not the one with a bullet in me. Then I saw it, a young woman's body was lying in the sky's cold white tears. Blood was reaching out to the streets like cold red fingers. Everything had happened so fast I hadn’t even noticed all

I felt a rush of adrenaline go through my body. I was on a plane to Europe! ME! An eighteen year old girl going to Europe! I'm a straight A student going to Europe! I can finally leave the USA and explore the world! Then, awaking me from my thoughts, a voice shouted “Alexia! Let's get off this stinking plane and head off to Europe!” I got off my seat and rushed towards the exit, but before I get into that, let me tell you how I got here……………………………….

The city glows. The city breathes; living. Tin is crushed between my fingers. My claws pierce its hide. I toss it to the streets: a near-spent carcass for mechanic scavengers.