Personal Narrative: The Dunce Of Twitch

Four, maybe five German soldiers surrounded me. They were moving in faster than a pack of starving wolves, and I was their downed prey. There were flying bullets, dark smoke, and explosions everywhere. I was oppressed and knew that this was finally it. All my hard work was about to disappear into a plume of smoke. I commenced raising my rifle, and then in the midst of this chaotic scene there was this ever so subtle giggle over the headset. I look upwards dumbfounded to see a firestorm of bombs hailing all around me, and enveloping my entire section of the battlefield obliterating everything. It was my brother Chase piloting this monstrous desert-sand colored beast of a bomber, which just unleashed utter devastation on the opposing

Lobstering is in my blood. It is what supports my family and most of my town. I have been doing it my whole life i’ve had a lobster license since i was 8 years old which is as young as you can get one. I love summer just for lobstering season plus I like the money outcome. I hate school starting the most because it tires me out because I play football everyday except sundays and some saturdays so i have to wake up early and haul on my days off from school.

oals, I thought to myself as I sprinted down the field, ball in my net. The scorching sun beat down on my back, as if trying to slow me down as I passed defender after defender, trying to score that next goal.

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.

My life as I knew it began on Friday, October 29, 1999, at 10:29 a.m. in the city of “Brotherly Love”. My youngest brother, Sabbath, confirmed that this was a great day in the history of Philadelphia when he made his grand debut on the same day five years later. If I could have chosen my birth name, it would have been Aniah, so that is exactly what I did at the age of five. Ironically, the establishment of my new name ignited a boldness within me as I was a reserved, almost taciturn child. To celebrate the completion of the legal process, my parents introduced me to an extraordinary animated mystery film, The Great Mouse Detective, thus establishing my future career path.

I am Ripply, the people call me a goat, but they are wrong. I am a dog, I am for sure a dog. I am the third biggest animal here and the two horses are the biggest, Sweetness and Lexi. I was just starting to miss Daisy's bark and was a little sad that day. I was laying on my ramp, the ramp is like my only safe haven. And the man's big machine pulled up after two whole days away. The machine smelt funky so I got off of my ramp and followed the machine. The man's son hopped out first and said “Scoot back Ripply!” so I moved away from the door. The man was leaning into the back of the seat and started talking. His door flew open and a huge animal tried jumping out, I ba’ad and took off towards my ramp. The other dogs were surrounding the new animal blocking my view to see was it was, the people led the animal into the house and I didn’t hear anything about it until next morning.

The day I lost my identity was not one that I’ll ever forget. That morning began with a bang. I woke up swaddled in the thin icy air of an NYC Winter. During the night, The Super/ Slumlord of my

After Dallas had convinced everyone else that going to the bar and getting shit-faced was a good idea. She was forced to go as well. Seeing as how she was practically their baby sitters. Darry stayed behind with Johnny and Pony, not wanting them to go. While she was stuck with Dally, Steve, Two-Bit, and Soda. And she as the designated driver. They all looked old enough to be drinking, even though they weren't, so they got to go into the bar.

Benjamin Cook is a YouTube creator, and focus’ his twelve-part documentary series on how one would become “ crazy internet famous”. The twelve-part documentary series interviews YouTuber’s and how they perceive their own work and this new found culture. He take’s on topics such as who can become

I knew I would need to stay as far away from Echo Guild as possible or… I can’t believe I had spent the night in bed with a man (not Conrad), showed with a man (not Conrad), undeniably enjoying feeding myself and the man who’s lap I was sitting in our meal completely bear butt naked with a school girl crush smile on my face (never done that with Conrad), and nearly forced myself on a man like a clinically insane nymphomaniac who was just released after serving their sentence of incarceration on multiple rape charges against several sport franchises and numerous boy only galactic universities (absolutely never felt that way around Conrad). It was as if someone had removed the word willpower from my vocabulary and the reason for clothing.

As I was getting ready for the most important game of my eleven year soccer career, I began recollecting on how my love of soccer began.

I am creating a set in a blackbox style theatre which requires a 16 foot square, 12 inch tall raised acting area which also contains a wall with a door on the upstate side. The first thing I must do is create the platform. The platform is 16 ft long and 16 feet wide and 12 inches tall. I will be using 3/4 inch plywood for the flooring of my platform and 2x4 for framing underneath and support legs. Once I use my table saw to cut out my 16'x16' piece of plywood I will also be cutting four 16'x12" pieces for the sides of the platform. Then using four 12 inch pieces of my 2x4 I will be attaching the four 16'x12" pieces together using my drill and screws. Once that is complete I will be taking my 16'x16' piece of platform and attaching it to the top of my now "frame". Once again going in with a drill in screws, mind you I also used wood glue during this

There were a million questions running through my head. What the hell was Ada doing here? Didn't Fury know that she's bad news? Didn't he know that she used to work for a known bio-terrorist? He probably doesn't but he would have checked her record right? Unless her involvement was kept secret. This day just keeps getting worse, first that article, now Ada. What's next?

I walk down the bloodied sidewalk toward the pile of broken bodies, clipboard in hand. Kneeling, I reach into my satchel and retrieve a paper tag, which I fasten to the limp, blackened wrist of the first body, careful not to disturb its twisted sleep. As I record the number of the victim – fifty-four – I am approached by a young reporter who asks me whether it is a man or a woman. "It's human," I grumble, "that's all you can tell."

I’m not going to lie I have sat here for 4 hours trying to come up with something good to write. I found nothing. It’s like the bakery is out of flour. I have read the entire book and I am now going through my sticky notes to try and remember the story. I don’t remember a single thing. Not one thing. I really thought that this book was terrible right when I started it and now it is all over and I didn’t like it enough to remember it for more than five seconds. It was boring. I wanted to claw my eyes out. When I first heard this was going to be our summer reading book, I went out searching for people’s opinions. I got mixed reviews. Some people thought it wasn’t worth the time of day and they got nothing from it and then others said that this