Personal Narrative: Patrick

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

As I walked outside the morning of August 12th I noticed the clouds in the distance, they were dark and ominous; I couldn’t avoid feeling as though this was a bad sign of what was to come. Then I thought, “Just my luck, I have to drive on the interstate and it’s going to storm!” There was no getting out of this though, I had to leave, so I got into my car and started driving. Pulling onto the interstate it seemed as though I was heading right into the storm, it somehow had lined up perfectly with the road. The closer I got, it suddenly hit me, the metaphor wasn’t one of bad things to come, but of the step I was about to take in life. I didn’t know what was going to happen, just that I had to keep going. Everything in my life up to this point

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.

It's easier on me not to w she leaving because I don't see her as much. If I were still working with her I would be devastated though!

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

Running as fast I can to get to safety from the crackling fire. Everyone around me is scared some people are running around fighting and yelling all I hear is Ahhh. Others are on the floor crying and don't know what to do this whole situation is the scariest thing that ever happened in my life me myself is trembling inside all I'm trying to do is get to the lake.everywhere I'm goings building crumbling and falling all I hear is skirr boom I'm scared something's gonna fall on me. I walk down the street and I have seen a burned up dead body on the floor I can smell the burnt up flesh I was disgusted and scared. I asked myself will happen to me. I'm a couple blocks away from the lake I'm so happy. Then I turn around and see a shadowy figure

Mark has a sister named Ann who is six years old. Antonio is a faster runner, strong student and won Best Athlete award. Marci bought a new car her old car cost to much to repair, but her new car is smaller than her old car. The dog chased a cow. You can have cake or pie. Do pushups until I tell you to stop. There are a lot of people. That is an orange. I am better than you. I was in the office as if II were in trouble.

Standing there, I was almost having an anxiety attack. I wasn’t sure if it was a sign of excitement or if it was a sign that I wasn’t ready for all of this. However, as soon as she walked down the aisle, I was almost speechless. All I could think about was how beautiful Mary was. It was almost impossible to think that she would become a part of my family. Although before I knew it, we were now married to each other. It almost felt like in a blink of an eye when we had finished our vows, went on our honeymoon, and moved into together as Mary and Patrick Maloney. It was exciting to start a new chapter together, but I was nervous for what was to come ahead.

Her fingers traced the binders that line the wall, skimming the countless hours they had taken to compile; they stopped promptly upon one labeled, “reminders.” She drew it from the wall and took it to her desk. The wood was heavily worn, its user having spent obsessive nights and days perfecting each piece of work that met its face. Her eyes stared at the page, three boys pictures were smiling back at her with contempt. The smell of cigarettes came from these photos and the details listed below them, vivid descriptions of their lives and personalities. The tallest of the three was sandy haired and grinned, showing off yellow-stained teeth that should have belonged to a middle-aged drunk. His arms hung low to his waist and his legs added to

Death, a journey awaiting everyone just beyond their final breath. As far away as a lifetime, yet as close as a step. Something intangible till the instant it claims you. A journey that in its transition we hope is quick and painless, and we pray does not hurt too much for those we love. However, this was not the case with my sister. I know she suffered and it tears me apart, I'd even go as far as to say it kills me in a way to know my sister died in such a violent and vulgar way.

lover or intense battles in the digital world, follows of strategy and coordination, lover of snakes and the unwanted animals

I looked at the school clock; it read 2:59. I was chanted in my head come on come on. For a whole minute I couldn't hear anything the teacher said, just the ticking of the clock. And there it was. Ding! Ding! Ding! The school bells rang, I quickly got out of my chair and nearly knocked everyone in my path. Everyone ran, it was thanksgiving eve! Everybody can't wait to go home and prepare a feast.

I looked at him, disbelieving. He seemed like such a part of this world. I glanced at Jordan, and he looked just as surprised as I felt.