Personal Narrative Essay : A Short Story

On September 11, 2001, Fire Station Four was expecting to have a normal day. All eight firefighters and the chief arrived to the station and got into their uniforms. At 8:45 a.m., they got a message. The north tower of the World Trade Center had been hit. A plane had been hijacked and flown into the tower. All of the firefighters and Chief Hosterman got into their trucks while in a state of terror.

The Landlady and There Will Come Soft Rains may be two different stories. Despite having two different authors, both have similar yet different writing styles. There is obliviousness in both Billy and the house. The house being oblivious to the fact that no one is there. Billy ignores all the signs that he may be murdered and stuffed. In the end of both stories the authors seems to make you feel bad for the main character. Sad when Billy dies, and sad or lonely when the house gets destroyed and dog dies.

William Shakespeare is the author of a play titled The Tragedy of MacBeth which took place in Scotland. In the story, the main character MacBeth was starving for the throne of

The febrile infant is a common clinical problem that accounts for a large number of ambulatory care visits. Young febrile infants (ages 0–3 months) often present with nonspecific symptoms and it is difficult to distinguish between infants with a viral syndrome and those with early serious bacterial illness (e.g., meningitis, bacteraemia, urinary tract infection (UTI), and pneumonia).

As I walked into Hall D of the Kentucky International Convention Center, I noticed half of my team sitting on the green and blue carpet with yellow streaks. I joyfully skipped over to Lexi, my strong back spot, sat down, and started to tie the long, rough-looking white laces of my off-white Tumblina cheer shoes. All around me, I heard murmurs; cheer counts from one to eight, laughing moms and daughters, gossip behind me, and coaches trying to perfect their teams routine before hitting the big mat. I could smell the strong scent of hairspray, hot food right from the restaurant nearby, and the disgusting smell of spray glitter all around me.

Guess what my sister did this weekend? Last weekend was her last meet before counties. She did very well. I had so much fun watching her. There were sad moments though when the relay was lost by a split of a second, b. But I still thought it was fun since it was her last meet before winter.

Running off the field I swoop up my girl, Daisy Windsor, who was cheering for me on the sidelines. We had just won our last football game of the season against the Mare Island Marines. I started thinking what my life wouldve been like if I continued on with the military field after I graduated. I couldve been one of those marines on the field. I shake the thought and focus on the beautiful girl in front of me in her cute little uniform. "Congrats Mr. Exeter," She smirked. I grabbed her hand and kissed the ring on her finger. "Thank you Mrs. soon-to-be Exeter." I met Daisy soon after I started college. We ran into eachother, literally, on the way to class on the first day. She dropped all her books on the floor  and immediately dropped down to

Tyler rose from the wooden pew he’d been sitting on. He could still feel a few tears pricking at his eyes, and he wiped them as he exited the church.

What a wonderful week, and way to end a transfer and begin a new one. I first wanted to say how grateful I am for this wonderful opportunity to be a missionary. It's been almost a year since I left beauty of California behind. Yet, there is something beautiful about the desert here in Arizona that I have truly come to appreciate.

It was a sunny day, but I was shivering from fear. While the rest of my family was getting into their scuba gear, I was composing a silent prayer to God.

It was Saturday, September 3rd: my birthday. I woke to find my parents awake. “Happy birthday honey”, said my parents. I jumped out of bed and start asking my parents if we are going to the beach. “I don’t think we can”, my dad said. “Why?”, I asked. I looked out the window and saw the waves reaching the walls. “No”, I yelled. “Sorry, Gilbert, the waves are too strong”, my mom said. “We can still do other things like mini golfing and laser tag”, Dad said. “Okay”, I

I was on the verge of death, but death couldn’t catch me. It wasn’t a typical Friday. It was finals week, and that meant as soon as I got out of that last exam of my sophomore year I was off to meet my friends for lunch, followed by a party to celebrate completing another year and officially becoming junior. My friend, Michelle, along with her friend Josie, my sister, Armina and I were in my sisters car with the music all the way up and completely pumped to start our summer. We had just returned from Panera Bread and were on our way to the party. Thanks to having a senior sister, we went to a party where we ended up hanging out with an older crowd. As we drove up you could tell it was going to be wild. Cars and cars packed next to each other, there had to have been over 100 people there. I was

Cesare Pavase once said "We dont remember days, we remember moments." How the day started out Im not sure. How it ended was the main idea. It was an almost summer day, and school was coming to an end. The night before I got grounded for a week so anything that was a planned, fun activity, i couldnt go to. Now this day was special because that specific day was the one day of the year where all the cast and crew of the Spring Musical came together and celebrated theyre reunion as one. Not being able to go was such a disappointment.

I am greeted by a crisp, cold, wintery, January wind. The gust of wind propels my hair back, while simultaneously sending chills down my spine. I walk out to a darkening sky. It is now around six o’clock in the afternoon. I continue walking to my car. I reach for the car door, and as I grasp the handle it feels as though I am holding an icicle. I open the door with a swift movement, eager to get in the warm car. I shut the door, and wiggle in my seat as I try to get comfortable. I sit back pleased with myself for warming up the car five minutes prior to my departure. I inspect and adjust my side and rear view mirrors making sure they are to my liking. I place my left hand on the steering wheel, and my right hand on the gear shifter. I slide

The leaves blowing, the wind was whistling. The moon shined brighter than the sun did that morning. I looked like no other normal teenager, But I was wearing all black. Black leggings, Black jacket, Black shoes, black shirt. My hair looked like caramel, my eyes looked like a yellowish brown that shined in the moonlight. My name was nothing important to people. People say “Angelys” is a nice name but i think differently. Nothing seemed to happen, I was coming home from a friend’s house. No one was near or so I thought.