Personal Narrative: Lake Water

Dustin Vaughan had a terrible game on Sunday night. He didn’t look comfortable in the pocket threw picks & just was all over the place with the ball. Showers showed poised while being very calm while in the pocket. When moving outside of the pocket he always kept his eyes downfield to look for open wide-receivers. The fact that Showers can play special teams and make tackles he wouldn’t be a waste to use for the 46 game day roster if coaches decide to use him. I also considered that the Cowboys could go back to keeping two quarterbacks and hoping they could land Showers on practice squad.

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

I have been in the now disturbing Quetico lake for the last 12 years of my life. I can’t take this. I have one way out, and that is to get someone in, trapped. I am captured in the deepest part of the Quetico lake, 300 feet below, I have gone mental. Around every month someone passes and I restrain myself from knocking, pleading for help. The only way I can get out is if I knock on a boat that passes and put them in my place. I never wanted too, for twelve years I haven’t. I know they will be trapped with a terrible way to escape. It will mess with their mind, but I could not take the pain of going insane. I was stuck...until now.

Sitting in a car driving for hours leaves one with a rather limited source of entertainment. Books can be finished, batteries lose power, sleep varies in difficulty. Luckily, with some imagination and a glance out the window, a new world of one’s own design can form and melt away irritating boredom. The shores of Lake Superior in Marquette is one such place, a vivid landscape of sensory overload that soothes rather than agitates. It is easy to envision every sensation of standing on the beach, even from the cramped seat of a sedan.

The place I went to was called lake skinner it was beautiful hills where all around the ground was half dirt and half grass with a few trees hear and there the grass filled with bush's that had white,orange,and yellow flowers all around me and my friend went to the lake it was large it glistening when the sun rays hit the water.

In the world are people that is difficult for them to work in the job that they have.

Violence is also strong and present in Hansel and Gretel. However, unlike in Cinderella, the violence in Hansel and Gretel is not described in details allowing the readers to use their imagination. Indeed, the story begins with a stepmother who forces a father to abandon his children in the forest which is itself already a certain kind of violence. One of the first aspects of horror that the children Hansel and Gretel are faced is the potential of starvation and their consequential exiling by their step-mother: “You know what husband? Tomorrow morning, very early let us take the children…and we’ll be rid of them” (59). The story simply states that there is not enough food for the children at home, so they must fend for themselves in the

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

I was excited for this weekend to be in new my lake house with my parents. My dad recently got a really good job so he surprised us with this huge cabin. We have a quiet but pleasant bonfire, now its time for bed. I’m still kind of creeped out since this house is dark and pretty isolated but I don’t think of it, and head for bed. My mom tucks me in which you might think is weird, but I love her. She gives me a kiss on the cheek grabs my cat Rosie from my chest, and closes the door. I play on my phone until it dies, put it on the charger, then I completely go out cold.

My toes were numbing and sopping wet, as a result of frigid water seeping over the uppermost part of my Muck boots as I waded around in the shallow water, scrambling for the best angle on the pull string. The hunters with me griped and complained about chapped lips and windburn in the twenty-two mile an hour north wind. It didn't help that the air temperature was only twenty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. We anticipated an excellent day when the first two wood ducks of the day arrived. I caught a glimpse of them hitting the water, and routinely turned to crank the Yamaha outboard.

It was around 6 PM and the lake had a blissful aura to it. The sky had begun to redden as the sun was setting, casting a bright orange color over the lake water. There was a boy named Tommy sitting on top of a rock nearest the water reading a book. He had short black hair that was choppy from the front. Skin like porcelain, mono-lid eyes, and full lips, the boy had a soft look going on. With a frown and furrowed eyebrows, the boy was frustrated. He had been sitting on that rock for hours trying to read his book out loud without stuttering. He told himself that he would keep practicing until he was able to talk like the other kids. Two more hours had passed and Tommy was still perched on top of the rock. it was getting dark and that was Tommy's

Swish, swish went the water as my hand glided swiftly through the surface. I use and kicked as hard as I could filling like a speedboat that finally reached top speed. I could hear the cheers of my teammates shouting” Go Lauryn Go!!!” And then disaster struck, Boom. I’d hit my head against the wall, coming in a little too quick to hit the flip turn. For me, everything stopped. My head was spinning, my legs were shaking, and I was more than a little off balanced. I had never experienced anything like that before. I was always off the block with great, speed determined to win, but this time was different. There was no way I could win because by the time I regained my balance all of my competitors were already three quarters finished.However,

Up next……Glaciers and lakes! I’ll rent a car for the four-day trip in the Rocky Mountains. For traveling the Rockies, driving by ourselves would be the best because we can frequently make short stops anywhere we like for a drink, or to see the views along the road, explore deeply into the trails. Or just simply hanging out will already be nice enough. Mother Nature’s masterpiece will take our breath away. The lakes are so pure just like priceless jewels that drive away all my headaches and bring back the piece of quietness to my mindLike glaciers taking millions of years to fill a lake, my parents have taken all of their efforts to bring me up from an innocent child to a man. I love the names Victoria Glacier and Lake Louise. Victoria Glacier

As we arrived at the lake we looked for turtles and golf balls, since it had been previously a golf courses. After, we went to go watch the turtles in lake when their heads popped up from the water. Then we decided we would shoot are B.B guns at targets we made in my garage. Then we decided to go around the lake.

In Edgar Allan Poe's short stories, “The Tell Tale Heart” and “The Black Cat”, one could say that the short stories are companion pieces. Someone might go as far as to say they are companion pieces because of the similarities in the personality of the narrators. In “The Tell Tale Heart” one sees the narrator as a mad man who killed the old man he was taking care. This is all over the fact that the old man had a eye which the narrator did not like. In “The Black Cat” the narrator is also considered a mad man because he kills animals and his wife. The narrator in “The Black Cat” kills the animals for the same reason the first narrator did because he did not like the eyes. When comparing “The Tell Tale Heart” and “The Black Cat” one can see how