Personal Narrative: Mary

of dawn Mary Monley gave birth to a beautiful baby boy with bright red “carrot” and blue eyes in a private cold room with pink and blue trimmed walls . A clear nuique was placed beside her nice comfy bed in light blue linen sheets. Mary cried ,”Just like Patrick ,Just like Patrick”. Surrounded by family members and co-workers. The widow of detective Patrick Monley who was slaughter by what look to be a piece of hard metal or steel. The case remains open until this present time . Mary Monley moved

escaped. I was critical about escaping at first but now I know that it was the right choice to make. I escaped with Mary Ingles, a fellow captive. We escaped while on an expedition to find salt away from the village. Mary says we are going home, but I have no home anymore. I was the only survivor of the raid. However, Mary is a kind person and says that I could live with her family. Poor Mary she has had even worse than me she has lost all her children to the Shawnee. I feel very fortunate that I survived

I promised myself that when she woke up the next day we would start our new life without fear of the evil creature ever being in our lives. I knew he was going to show up, he made a promise when he said he'd be with me on my wedding night. So there I was pacing up and down the lonely halls of the mansion. Inspecting every corner that might inhabit my enemy. Taking meticulous steps forward, peeking out the windows to see the faint images of trees covered by the thick fog. Looking over my shoulder

If only I knew how much those words would mean to me now. My eyes shot open in fear, the unknown surroundings swallowing me whole. My throat closed up, the rawness rubbing along with air ways, clawing at my neck. I couldn't breathe, as I rolled over to my chest, coughing up the remains of dryness within my throat. My brown eyes raced around the unknown area. Calculating and taking in the overgrown lush forest and grass, with the bright skies above me. With a squinting gaze, I press my hands against

It was winter time; strong frosts rarely had appeared in this region, but the unceasing urban life had always warmed the city’s streets. Crowded people jumbled and hustled, hurrying in all directions. Sitting on the windowsill, I was looking into the distance through the frozen glass and saw them swarming like ants, hasting towards their everyday routine. “These people are dissatisfied with themselves… They are always in rush any day I look at them…” I muttered to myself. Snowflakes were slowly

at our Liberty Lane address, we all departed with a joy unknown to our young souls. As I was on my way to take Sarah and Mary home, I thought I saw that same car that sped off from the rally following us. Then it turned a few blocks from Sarah’s house. I did not say anything to Sarah or to Mary, but in my heart I said a quick prayer and dismissed it from my thoughts, After Mary went inside their house, Sarah and I sat in the car for a while. “Yashua that was a great first rally, Brother John really

I was just a little kitten when I was brought into my new home on the summer of 2011. Of course I was scared because there were six humans, 2 older humans and 4 smaller humans, living in this apartment. The human that seemed way too happy to see me was the oldest of the smaller humans, Cindy. She is my favorite human. She is the only one who lets me sleep in her bed, feeds me chicken under the table, when I got sick she was the only one who went and got the medicine I needed, and I feel more comfortable

My grandma Judy, she was, & still is, extremely special to me. She’ll always have a special place in my heart. She was strong. Brave. Wise. Smart. Beautiful. She always stood up for what she believed in. And that’s what I loved most about her. She knew a lot about Lakota ceremonies and she always took me to sun dances with her. She told me about the things they do at the dances, and why they do it. She educated me a lot about our culture. She always spoke to me in Lakota. She taught me a bit of Lakota

School is out! I ran and zipped through the back door into my safe haven. I leaned against the deciduous tree and watched as the graceful, draped foliage of this ornamental tree flow in the cool brisk air. I sat there for a bit taking in the scent of freshly mowed grass and wet dirt, then I jumped up with excitement. A sudden, small burst of movement caught my eye. I followed the movement and walked steadily, cautiously, and carefully so as not to startle the creature, much like a tiger stalking

Looking back at my childhood now as an adult I remember being dropped off at Mrs Mary Ann's orphanage. My parents knew they couldn't take care of me while traveling with the circus. They had a small school house downstairs where we all learned. My first Christmas at 5 years old, I remember getting a toothbrush, workbook, and a CD player. The orphanage had very limited budget, we only got Christmas and birthday gifts. We shared a big room upstairs with ten beds. As we grew up we continued to live