Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

I was wandering in the mall recently , aimlessly as some of us do, basically waisting time. In my travels I came across a kiosk that sold various cellphones, chargers, and other accessories. The young man behind the counter asked if I needed any help, I answered as most of us do with a "no, I'm just looking."

On June 4, I died. Well, metaphorically speaking. Let me rephrase that— I was reborn.

What if you were destined to save your town, would you be heroic enough? What is a hero? Campbell’s Heroic Journey, The Hobbit, and story/ film explains. My idea of a hero is being a person who sacrifices themselves for others, and doesn't think people are less worthy than themselves. The Heroic Journey describes that anyone can be a hero, examples of that would be The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is a story about a group of men go on a death defying journey to save the town. The other story is How to Train Your Dragon is similar with other supernatural events. Such as dragons and bugs. Despite having similar heroes, The Hobbit had a stronger Heroic Journey because there were more obstacles.

I woke up to the distant sounds of cows mooing and the rustling of feet while guards switched shifts at the wall. I would’ve gladly been out there keeping lookout, but General Travis keeps saying that 14 is too young to have your life on the line, even though we all knew that simply being there at the fort was putting your life on the line. I slowly sat up and yawned and glanced at the closed window shutters. A small bit of light spilled out onto my cot, dawn was upon the Alamo, and that meant the cattle were

In mid-December, during the celebration of her 10th anniversary with her husband Theo, Mrs. James got call from her department asking her if she could come in to work because they needed her help. When Mrs. James got the news she softly spoke, “Honey I’m so sorry, but they need me to come in to work.” Mr. James looks at her with an understanding smirk and kissed her on the cheek and said “See you when you get home. Be safe!” as she rushed out the door. When she got inside of the car , she turns the key in the ignition. A call came up on the screen saying “Homicide on 403 Pembroke Rd." She turns on her sirens and rushes off to the location. When Detective James arrived she saw a 3 story mansion on a hill owned. She read a sign nearby "Property

On 20Nov16 at 1337 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 16580 Co Rd 81 for a disturbance call.

In just one day 50 lives were taken by a mystery killer. When the bodies were investigated they weren’t normal fingerprints. It was a killer no one saw coming

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

Earlier this week, I got in touch with the game warden that I had previously had a ride along with and asked if I could go on another one. I was told to meet at the Brunswick office at 10:00 am. There I was to meet up with Corporal Kate Hargrave. I arrived at the Brunswick DNR office at approximately 9:40 because early is on time, and on time is late. When I pulled into the front parking lot, I noticed a man standing by a truck parked near the entrance that said “NOAA Law Enforcement” on the side. As this was an unusual sight, I decided to walk over and introduce myself. The man by the truck was Agent Ben Hughes. After talking to him for a few minutes, Corporal Hargrave arrived and informed me that Agent Hughes would be joining us for the

I’m currently working towards getting my associates degree in administrative office professional. I currently am not sure whether I’ll go on to work as an administrative assistant or go on to get my bachelors in another aspect of business. I decided to get my associates rather than my bachelors due to the fact that I was not sure what aspect of business I wanted to go into. Due to this I thought that getting my associates would allow me to explore the aspect of business.

ISALITA is always there to get me over some ridiculous event. An exam gone awry, a terrible week that screams, "If I'm ending right now, a martini better be involved," or when my deep cravings for fish tacos stop me down Liberty, it's always there for me. On one such occasion, one of my fave people in the world with whom I happen to share a cohort in not ONE, but TWO schools, decided we needed to treat ourselves. Mid-semester shenanigans and a wide-open schedule allowed for such an occasion.

He went over and stood next to her for a few seconds caressing her body gently and staring deeply into her scared eyes. With an evil smile, he walked around her restrained body dragging his fingers anywhere he pleased. When he got behind her, he pressed his already swollen cock against her ass, pulling her tight by grabbing and using her oversized breasts as leverage. She was aware that he was able to do whatever he pleased to her body and therefore just stood paralyzed like a sex mannequin. He unbuckled the large padded gag that covered her entire lower jaw. Dropping the buckles, the room full of men expected the gag to fall to the floor, but instead it remained on her face. Walking around to face her, he pulled on the mask slowly. As he pulled, a large shaft that was attached to the gag exited her mouth. He

For the next few weeks, I pride myself on being a good little captive. I do everything in my power to get him to trust me, hoping that he’ll let me out of here so that I can escape. So far, it seems like it’s working. He hasn’t laid a hand on me since I confronted him about who he was, and he even seems happier now. For some reason, he seems to be falling for it, which is good news for me.

When I think back to the place that was forbidden to me, I become mesmerized yet distraught. I have vivid memories of my childhood, a most prominent one being the forest. Ever since I was able to walk on my own, I have loved exploring the outside world. Being a first-year cub scout, I soon became curious of the woods behind my aunt’s home. My mother soon discovered my plans to explore the area and quickly stopped me. Although my mother warned me that something bad might happen, I proceeded anyway. Once I cleared the first few trees, I realized why my mother had heeded me not to explore there. Poison ivy was rampantly growing amongst the undergrowth and it had rubbed on my skin. It seems that I had to learn the hard way that my mother was right.

She was going to have a talk to someone about this and they may even survive. She had left explosive instructions and it would seem that her words meant absolutely nothing. If they had a problem after all those who came through her door, then they should put some ice in a baggie and place in their lap. Before she has a few words with the people who wish to be used as an example, she had to deal with this… person.