Lollies-Personal Narrative

There are millions of people in the military and I have always been fascinated by the concept of it. The interesting part was never the war, they were intriguing, but there is too much death involved. I am fascinated by the concept of being a part of something bigger than you in addition to being one big family fighting for the same thing. I believe it all started with the two thousand one movie Pearl Harbor, no matter what they were facing in their personal life they all worked together. I never really knew anyone involved in the military, but that all changed when my oldest brother joined The United States Air Force.

Ella Wood. That’s who I am just Ella Wood a 16 year old girl who never really had much going on and who not many people knew. At least that’s what I had thought a few hours ago when my name wasn’t on the news and pretty much every other place that you could think of. You may be confused as to what I’m talking to you about, so let me tell you a story. Let me warn you though this is not just any story, but my story. First of all let me introduce myself a bit better. I live in a town that’s kind of big and called Blackview. I love to make music it’s one of my special talents and I could also dance. I have an older brother named Tyler. I also have a twin brother named Ethan we’re practically inseparable. We’ve done a lot of things together and

A giant navy blue blanket pulls over the sky with shimmering stars sew on as buttons. The boundless sky above held varying hues of vermilion rays striking through the soot covered cotton balls. The rays provided a weird warmth and reassurance that they would come back again. However, with much of the warmth and reassurance, tears ultimately still rolled down my face much like the rain droplets run down the glass panes. The swing moves back and forth to the pace of the tip of my feet, kicking off the bare black mat floor. With each additional creak of the moving swing, the accumulation of tears and snot intensified. A tingling sensation finds itself in my bright ruby nose from the jarring wind.

“HAHAHA GET REKT” I screamed from my room. First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

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

Down Lambert Road I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

He was wearing a pair of tattered old jeans, almost like overalls and a torn plaid red jacket, his work boots were thick and covered in a mix of blood, dirt and broken glass. I immediately recognized him as Brian Phillips, an elderly German man who worked in the slaughterhouse a little ways outside of town. The look on his face was of pure sheer terror and he stammered out an uncontrollable mix of German and English in a furious fright. Richard raised his hands as he tried to calm Brian down and eventually, he was able to begin from the beginning.

I was born to a teenaged Chinese-American mother in 1997. At the time, my parents lived in Concord, California, but I was raised mostly by my mother’s parents in Sacramento. My mother wanted to continue her education at UC Berkeley, the university she had gotten into, and did not want

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.

Chelsie, While sitting with Tara yesterday she was talking about how they were able to take tours of the OR, I told her how awesome that would be. She directed me to reach out to Michelle and see if the next time they are able to do this if it was

How did I get stuck in a creepy basement with creepy dolls and washer and dryer that are also creepy? Where are my parents I can’t get out! How do I get out? How long will I be in there? Will my brother ever come in from outside? What happens when I get out? How is this surprising? Well you will find out right now!

The Joey’s response was quick as his wit. He explained that he was dressed for winter everywhere else, so why would his feet be cold. I recalled all the instances I have said the same thing to others. I was officially intrigued. A warm sensation reached my stomach which had been achy, damp, and cold since Mr. Wonderful disappearance. I didn’t recognize it at first; since the day my car had malfunctioned, I had not been out for an evening anything like this one. In the space of only one high desert winter evening, I had danced, been around children, eaten a meal in the presence of others, and felt the warmth of the fire and the kind company of nice people. At this moment, I had Galaxy in my lap, and the warmth of the fire, and a man I had just

By any gatherable recollection, the only time my sorry-self got near the verge of proposing - to consequently elude the usual befall of circumstances, yet didn’t - was at her 19th birthday, 4 years ago. That night she felt vulnerable and melancholic at the offset of a failed relationship; thus

“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

Kenny sped down the steep flight of stairs, starving. The scent of freshly cooked pancakes made his mouth water as he tried to eat up the scent. He opened his mouth, letting the comforting scent bathe his tongue. As he was caught up in whiffing up as much of the delicious bread-like smell, he tripped over his own foot. He went tumbling down the stairs. To his luck, there were only three or four stairs left.