Personal Narrative-The Battle Of Linton Hollow

We were trapped in a house. There were redcoats surrounding the house. All we had was a bayonet and a knife. John was almost dead. He might as well be dead, having been stabbed, shot 3 times and attacked by rabbits (Don’t ask). John pointed out the window and said, “Look”.

The great man tinkered with his little motor. He worked in an eerie silence. The echoes of metallic tools reverberated through the area. The workshop was very spacious, a large opened room with several cluttered work desk scattered about the area. Loose pages littered the tile floor, stretching from wall to wall; illustrated with the man's genius rantings.

Happy Easter Monday mom! How are you? Hope all are doing well in Canada. Walter and I are doing bonzer. We deeply miss you mother and, of course, father too. We both have bonzer possies here. The chief is really nice to us now. I still can’t believe it has been over a year since we have seen you. It fascinates me that exactly few years ago we were altogether even dad was with us. We have created so many memories together especially the ones we created on this specific day. Every Easter Monday, Walter will make us laugh by saying nonsense and we will all tell him to chub. Those are good times that I will never forget.

The meadow near the Western Front was nothing compared to the vast fields of the prairie back home. There, in what seems like another lifetime, was a harvest full of life, colour, and promise. Here, there was only death and harshness. Trevor, our Commander, had once described the scenery of these fields in France before the chaos. He had said it was filled with little red flowers and high green grass. After three years of fatalities and rain, the scene shifted to represent the misery. There was no colour here. Our uniforms that had once been a deep green were now covered with dried mud. The scene before me was bleak. The sky was gray; as it had been since the first day we made camp in these trenches. The ground was muddy with small pools of

I grew up in Sugar Creek and went to a private school for daycare. I honestly don’t remember much about it, but when kindergarten year started I moved here to the Fort Osage District. I remember me meeting a boy, which I was kind of mean to. My mom had my mind set at boys are gross and have cooties, and school was all that mattered. Which still to this day I try my hardest to stick to school, and my two jobs. He kept trying to talk to me almost everyday, and having the same recess together didn’t help me out any.

“The English are fools!” Sprawled upon a sign hoisted above the German trenches. A hiss escaped behind me, ready to order gas masks I was surprised to find one of the senior commanders quietly laughing to himself. “ Is something funny sir?” I queried as he struggled to control himself. Regaining composure, he turned my shoulders to face the German trenches speaking to me quietly, “James, look out…. can’t you see the death and destruction? In this hopeless mess they try to provoke us with silly signs.” Leaving me with those words to ponder my senior officer disappeared further into the trench. Silly sign it may be, I ordered it shot down. Rifle shots made quick work of it, but not before one of the more junior members became over eager and exposed himself.

It is about the middle of the day and we are on our way to somewhere right outside of Paris. The

I charged forward, pushing my way through the other warriors. I clenched my teeth and growled as hard as I could, trying to send fearless vibes. On the inside I am terrified- why in Helheim would I ever sign up to do this, what if I don’t make it home to my family? Or worse… what if I get captured and tortured?

It was around 5 in the afternoon. The air was crisp, we sat on a bench in front of a contraption full of screaming children and blaring calliope music. The sight of all the lights around me was overwhelming, I had to squint to prevent myself from going insane. Something about it was enjoyable, in its own twisted way. Along the streets beside us we saw giant mice marching around and being followed by hoards of tiny humans. All of the aspects this estate had in store were beautifully put together. I had spent hours wandering around the vast lands of Disney with my brethren beside me. We had gone through all of its obstacles. All of its obstacles but one. The tallest spectacle of them all. A towering attraction known to induce horror inside of anyone who dares to enter its grasp. It is widely known among the public, but only few are fearless enough are fearless enough to face the dangers of: The Tower of Terror.

In 1862, I entered the battle of Gettysburg as a Confederate soldier. My post was assigned to me as a passenger in a covered wagon. A cannonball hit a wheel and we were forced to abandon the wagon. Luckily, nearby was a fallen tree that provided some cover. All of us scrambled over except two other that were still in the wagon. Just following a loud pop a shell exploded on the wagon killing both men. Then the least expected thing happens I saw my favorite cousin; Joe Palsha.

Chickens have to endure suffering that no living thing should have to go through. The egg laying chickens have to be forced into tiny cages without enough room to stretch their wings. Up to 8 hens are crammed in to a cage that is the size of a folded newspaper, about

turning my head again I saw Simon dive to my aid. He did not utter a

predator proof. Various raccoons and foxes are staggering at how they can get into a chicken house. Check that each one of your staples is in extraordinary and none are free. A raccoon is to a

Yesterday was a horrifying day for our town that little demon red chief came back. That whole day I had a frown on my face. This morning he let all of my chickens out of there coops he really almost drove me up the wall . After that he shot the neighbors dog in the eye with his sling shot now he looks like a pirate now. Red chief is so annoying he kept ringing my doorbell and running . I screamed with anger red chief leave me alone. Ever since I sprayed him with my water holes it's got worse. It hasn't even been a hour and I hear a loud boom it was red chief he blew up the old chapel down at end of the road. I couldn't take it anymore so I took matters into my own hands and tried to ask him nicely to stop being a pain in the neck .He replied

35 year old stay at home mum, Nikki Rees, also known, as ‘ActivevlyRees’ is not your typical fitness blogger that we all follow. Over the past couple of years Nikki has been through a tremendous amount but that hasn’t stopped her passion for a fairytale ending.