Personal Narrative-Kansas River

Everyday gets harder and harder to survive. The storms are getting worse. They make my husband's farm all dry. It’s very hard to find food when we can’t grow our food either. The stock market just crashed a few years ago and everything is just getting worse. Everyone in our little town in Kansas is struggling it's not just our family. Last week the dust got so bad outside we were trapped inside our house for almost two days. The wind would be so strong and the heat would also be so bad it would burn our skin if we went outside. I know the whole town is struggling even though I haven’t been outside for a few weeks. We lost all our chickens from the wind. I wonder if anyone else has lost any of their animals too? If my family was strong enough

A toast to a place above all the rest, this place though odd has captured my heart. I know this isn’t a conventional Burns supper toast, or even a real toast at all. But as I was thinking about which toast I wanted to give; I realized that there was only one place that I wanted to talk about. So firstly, I would like to ask you guys have you ever been to a place that makes you feel happy. A place that even at the mention of its name, you can’t help but think of happy memories you had there. The place that does that for me is the Black Hills of South Dakota. I spent my summer working at a campground in the heart of the Black Hills. So here’s a toast to the Black Hills and all of its natural beauty.

I saw four letters on the paper: N, S, W, and E. For a better view, I situated myself under a lamppost, as the darkness of night failed to illuminate my paper. Looking up and down the strip of asphalt, I was desperate to find any road signs. Once I found a sign, concealed by a tree, I noticed it said, "NJ-40 towards Elmer".

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean,

Anyway, while we are on our journey we just met Kansas River before reaching Alcove Springs. So we had to buy a raft to cross the river which cost 1 dollar. Otherwise will try going around it but I’m afraid our family will get lost. So we all got to buy a raft and crossed the river safely. The water had rushed a little bit then our stuff kind of tumble over. Plus it took a while because our Oxen are

Nebraska, that’s what they told me. As the word echoed in my head I thought to myself, “What the hell are they talking about?” Nebraska. Is that even like a real place where people live? Who would want to leave behind a life by the beach and close to friends and family? How could my parents do this to me? I sunk into the couch wondering what would happen to my life. I had been so accustomed to my friends and my school, these were people I had known since the second grade. And another thing, in my eyes, Nebraska was just a state in the middle of nowhere. I hadn’t ever heard of anything about Nebraska on tv except for a few husker

I can not describe how shocked I am at the moment. During the whole trip from Independence to the Kansas River, Abigail was becoming increasingly impatient. She felt more and more ill by the minute, and described her pain as feeling exceedingly nauseous and lightheaded. Soon after, her poor weak body could not walk any longer. She was incredibly unstable on her feet, and that is when she fully tripped and slammed onto the ground. Everything happened so fast… yet so slow. I felt like I have just fainted myself! Dan is checking up on her, and thankfully her heart is still beating, but it’s beating abnormally. He hopes to figure out exactly what is wrong with her.

Maria woke up and thought to herself, I need a change. Something adventurous. Maybe I’ll go to that strange lake I saw. It sure is hot today. And I think I deserve the rest since papa made me work so hard yesterday. With that in mind, she slipped on the worn ruffle dress her sister had passed on to her three years ago. Maria missed her sister, Margarita. Margarita had died many many years ago, at the young age of nine. Seeing that Maria possessed a petite figure, and that Margarita was abnormally tall, Margarita gave the young Maria the dress as a birthday gift. The story goes, Margarita and three toddlers named Juan, José, and Alejandro were playing in the dirt when their mother came up to them and yanked them as hard as she could. You see, her husband had been gone for longer and longer trips out west at a time, and only came back

Each September, October, and November morning, I sprang out of bed to cross off the day, counting down until the arrival day of my friends Austin and Alexis. They reside in a neighboring town of Seattle, Washington, and anticipated their visit to Texas as well. Once each week, we would call and plan our time according to the activities that they wanted to do. When the Douglas family flew into Texas, they stayed at the Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine. My frugal mom researched and discovered Great Wolf Lodge water park tickets for sale, and purchased them. This allowed my family and me the opportunity to play with Austin and Alexis in the humid indoor waterpark on the crisp November day. Neither Austin nor I desired to journey on the “River Canyon

Xavier was beginning to have a light problem with involuntarily being knocked out or foreced to sleep. Again. He was honestly surprised no one in the house coined him Sleeping Brutee. Okay, maybe it was lame but his head really fucking hurt. His slowly dragged his hand and placed it on his forehead, dragging his arm indeed was a challenge. It was like he was carrying his own dead weight around...in his dense state.

I started to sob. I thought no one would get me. After sobbing and waiting a bit, I yanked my skis again. They still didn’t come out. “HELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!!!” I screamed. “HEELLLLLLLPPP!!!”. I closed my eyes and buried my head in the snow. When I lifted my head up again I saw someone skiing towards me. “Saved!” I thought. The man was tall, had a medium build, and looked strong. He pulled my hand and instructed me to lift my skis up. I did what he told, and soon I was out of the snow. “Thank you!” I said to him. I skied down to the bottom of the trail and found my dad. I told him the whole story. He said that my mom had gone up to look for me. I was very

Benjamin was the butt of everyone’s jokes. It wasn’t that he was dumb. Just living on some other planet. The town council was embarrassed to have a 26-year-old sitting on a bench all day in front of the courthouse, so they gave him a job polishing’ cannonballs piled beside the Civil War 10 pounder there. But a week later, Benjamin announced he was quitting’. “I found my own cannonball and I’m going into business for myself,” he told the mayor.

“He is doing the laundry, so we will have clean towels. I don’t think he knows how to turn the washing machine on let alone wash a load of clothes. He kept telling me to stay up here and let him do his thing, so I did. You might want to check on him.”

The West side of New York is busy at this time of day, specifically Virginie Scott park,

Alex, or Lexi as I called her to differentiate from anyone else who might need her, was a careless person. She was the type to walk right past the thing she was desperately searching for ten times before noticing and then swear it wasn’t there before. Don’t get me wrong, she meant well, her mind was just always flapping in the breeze like forgotten laundry that had long since dried. So, as we walked up to the mall it was no surprise to me that she strutted right through the doors without a second thought. I, on the other hand, stopped. A single tear rolled down my cheek as i wondered how the man before me had came to be. To the left of the entrance sat a man unlike any others. Many stared or avoided his gaze, but not a soul bothered to help him. He wore a red baseball cap that covered his eyes as he bent his head in