Personal Narrative On Fire

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

Every so often I would think about the horrible creatures or see them on the TV, whenever I stumbled upon them I would change the channel immediately. But one day, while getting gas,I saw something across the parking lot that I never wished to see again in my whole entire life. It was in fact a clown, I quickly threw the hose back in its holder and jumped in my car with out getting gas and left. After getting gas from somewhere else I didn't think much of what happened until, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the big nosed creature once again. It must've followed me because I was close to my house and it was still following me close

Clowns are draped all over social media and the news. People are using clown outfits just to get a popular video up on the internet. Clowns showing up by lampposts and chasing people around city streets. They send a mind crippling fear into people when they think of being in a situation with a killer clown. Imagine walking down what could be any street when you look down an old dirt road that you have passed a million times; You see it, it is what looks to be a blood thirsty clown waiting for a victim. Ironically it is most likely a guy who wants a funny video or just trying to get a good Halloween scare. A killer clown who is actually just a regular guy in a clown mask from Target... wait Target has missed out on huge clown mask sales due

On April 24, I managed to drift off to sleep, but a scream awoke me. Ahead of us, an unbroken wall of gas crawled towards the trenches at ground level. Someone down the line had fallen, clutching his chest. Bullets whizzed, shells roared and soldiers fell. Screams were cut off as the gas sucked the life out of the victims. They struggled to suck oxygen into their corrupt lungs. Attacking their bronchial tubes, the chlorine leaked fluid into their bloodstreams. The victims suffocated, drowning in their own fluids. The Algerians' eyeballs were white, coughing until glue came out from their mouths. The gas roamed the ground, giving the German snipers and machine gunners a clear aim at the sprinting soldiers. While the alley men opened fire at our backs, I bolted away from that hell containing abyss. I dragged myself off the muddy battlefield. My lungs burned with chlorine and my hip was torn by shrapnel. To neutralize and protect me from the gas, I urinated on my handkerchief and shielded it to my face. This is not civilization, it is madness.

The Novel All Quiet On The Western Front illustrates the effects of war can be highly effective on most soldiers. In this particular novel these characters go through some many hardships and are tested to the maximum. In many ways, World War I demanded this depiction more than any war before it completely altered mankind’s conception of military conflict with its catastrophic levels of carnage and violence, its battles that lasted for months, and its gruesome new technological advancements that made killing easier and more impersonal than ever before.

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

Shells exploded all around us, peppering us with shrapnel. Over the past months, I’d watched friends, enemies, and innocent bystanders die. Every time someone fell, I felt the briefest flicker of guilt. Had it been my bullet? Was more blood on my hands? Some nights I yelled, hoping more than just God and the stars would hear me; some nights I cried, praying no one was listening. Around me, I saw grown men falling to bits, their nightmares screaming them back to reality as they echoed through the trenches. Reality was no better than their nightmares.

Waiting to see if they’ll become the next rat infested corpse slowly dissolving next to them, teenage soldiers crouched in muddy trenches became the popular image of World War 1 (“WWI: Technology and Weapons of War”). War leaders failing to adapt to new tactics and weaponry led to many needless deaths in this all-out battle. Technological advancements in chemistry, metallurgy and engineering made the war far more complex and deadly than the past conflicts (“WWI: Technology and Weapons of War”). The introduction of this complex weaponry from both sides involved in this gruesome combat made winning the war seem almost impossible.

3 September,1939. It was a hard time back then. Soldiers came on the battleground like swarms of flies. Bands around their biceps and swastika as their symbols, Nazis spread everywhere. The theological Hindu symbol of Lord Ganesha was now seen as a symbol of hatred and anti-Semitism and death. I was an opponent to the Nazis, I was their rival. The battle had already begun there was blasting everywhere and as I fired a man with a metal bullet which was small enough to fit into a barrel but insistent enough to make a robust man kneel down his knees, I heard appreciation. “Well done! Mate”, “Great shot!” were the words that rung my ear drum along with the hoots of explosions from bombs and grenades on the battle field. I had a broad smile on my face. I think all my 32 teeth were visible then.

I hear a BANG!!! and I’m up out of bed. It’s that sergeant firing blanks again, I think. I’m so used to routine that I’m firing at the Germans before I know it. I feel like I’ve shot this gun so many times my arm is numb instead of sore. I’m standing there and looking around, I see my fellow soldiers, mud, sandbags, and water. I throw a grenade at them. I wipe sweat from my forehead. The smell of rotting flesh is as worse as ever in this heat. I’m gonna hurl,I think.

These creepy characters do not represent the true nature of clowns and the art of clowning. A real clown’s mission is to bring joy and laughter into the

It was a normal chilly sunday on September 13th, 2015. My dad was in the garage with some of his friends watching the football game. It was the Dallas Cowboys vs. the New York Giants. My dad and his friends were making hot dogs and burgers on the grill but I don’t like those so I asked my dad if I could go to the store and get the ingredients to make taco dip. He handed me $20 and I headed off to the store with one of my dad’s friend’s son. The store was at the end of my street so it wasn’t a far walk.

INTRO: I never thought I would feel so awful after pulling that trigger and watching that innocent animal give it’s life to me. I was only ten years old and my life was certainly impacted forever. Nowadays, many people think that pulling the trigger of a gun is not hard at all. In reality, it might be pretty easy. It is the aftermath on the other hand that will leave an internal scar, changing a person forever. On my first deer hunt, a young buck stepped out of the dense willow clusters with it’s head down, giving me a shot. Soon I would be faced with the tough decision of taking the life of an innocent animal. Meanwhile, on my first turkey hunt, there too I would soon be changed forever.