Night At The Lake-Personal Narrative

I also wrote about "Once More to the Lake", but I enjoy long descriptive sentences. When you read your chosen sentence, did it give you a feeling or, bring you back to a moment in your past? When I read that sentence, it brings me back to laying on the beach smelling the the salty air and listening to the

Malessica kept her eyes closed. “I’m so sorry. You should really learn to keep your door closed.”

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

She grasped my hand to release my mind from the trance. I stroked my fingertips over the wrinkles that adorned my mother’s weathered hands: the past few months had aged her greatly.

"He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances."

The humidity of a midsummer evening had set in and Lyra was waiting for her parents to leave for Atlantic City for the night. Once her parents had left and gotten a good way down the road she finished showering and made the decision that she needed to go visit Ryan for what could be the last time. Lyra’s parents were strict but in the best way possible. They protected her from things that could hurt her like most parents of young girls would. Ryan was the boy every girl’s father swore against; he was cold and suspicious. For whatever reason this sparked Lyra’s interest, he was a bad car accident and she could not look away. The cigarette smoke on his breath comforted her, and yet put her on edge.

Last year I was impressed with all the interesting plants blooming in the alkali meadows next to Klondike Lake. Plants like Rabbit brush and shrubs are found in abundance here but not too many other places in the state or even the Owens Valley.

Looking at my phone, I check to see if there are any new notifications. None. the backdrop is all that appears. I proceed to unlock my phone and see what’s new on Twitter. Nothing has changed since the last time I looked three minutes ago. Just the same tweet that reads, “I can’t believe how much work I have for this week!” I lock my phone and continue on my way to class. Four minutes later, I’m back on Twitter and the same tweet still appears at the top of my feed: “I can’t believe how much work I have for this week!” The cycle repeats itself and before I know it, I’ve spent the majority of my day looking through a little, electronic screen to stay connected to the world.

“Yes, now if I were you I would get out of my way.” Milleson stormed towards the door.

This is Olga writing you. I hope everything is going great there at Trails End and everybody is alright. As far as I remember for the past time you have been in charge for the schedule. The reason I email you is that I would like to give my two weeks notice. Being at Trails End was a wonderful time in my life. I always felt to be lucky to work for Disney because it is an incredible company and a place where I met so many exceptional people and had a chance to collaborate with them. The things with me went the way that I have to leave. My last day with Disney will be August 31st (two weeks from today).

"Do not open that door!" Silvia said, trying to prevent people who wear black robes. But stopped by people who wear red

Nix squeezed her hand, “Here we are, would you like me to see you to your apartment?” Without meaning to Cinder blurted, “No…”

They all stared at the door with its beatifully pieced together glass. until Mystique finally spoke up. "Issomeone going to open

He looked is both over briefly, before shouting again. "What ever your sellin' I ain't buyin! Henry stepped closer to the doorway, his mannerisms becoming more threatening. "You're going to tell us everything you know about..." Henry started before being swiftly interrupted by the door slamming in his

He yawned until his jaw cracked. He scratched the top of his head with his good hand and ruffled his hair. He imagined with the ruffled hair and faint scruff he had grown over the last couple of days, he was looking pretty mangy. No wonder she was as nervous as she was. He probably did look like a bank robber.