Personal Narrative: The Red Death Machine

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

Henry had a lot of courage going into the first battle. He didn't truly know what war was like so that might be why he wasn't scared. The first battle was not very brutal and Henry stayed calm. His friends were calm as well and Henry didn't want to seem like a coward if he ran away. Henry got some respect for staying during the first battle. There was a different story however for the second battle.

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.

You are not trying to go on a horrifying ride but you’re forced to ride It.I was forced to ride Haulk my whole entire body froze and it was just so nervous inside, I felt wonderful,but also scared,on the other hand,my cousin‘’Cyd’’ was filled with excitement and ready to vivacity have so much fun on the ride,’’Cyd spoken to me It’s ok ‘’Jalen’’you can do It.’’Also my friend ‘’Logan’’

I started walking in, taking shaky steps as I sat down and braced myself for the scariest ride I will

“Get down,” I say, pushing my agent-in-training Xavier to the ground. “Turn on the voice detector and don’t say a word. I’m recording.”

The last time I saw the sunrise was in Taney County, Missouri, 1950. I’ve been told stories from long ago. Stories before this land was consumed by hate, fear, and greed. The time was back before the white man came. A time when the red man was intertwined with his creator. The red man lived at one with his Mother, embracing her with careful hands. Never taking more from her than he required, or more than she could replace. Allowing the regeneration of her sacred grounds; she repaid him tenfold. He understood that the land can only replenish if he respected and nurtured her growth.

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

People say that I’m too young to have problems in my life but they don’t know that even though I’m only sixteen years old, life forced me to become a mature person at a young age. I see things differently than most teenagers, which means that it’s harder for me to fit in. I’m not good at making friends, I’m very selective but I like to help people if they need me. My crucible started since I came to the United States when I was twelve, and after that my life has been so different.

When I walked into the store, I was greeted by the sales associate, Cathy. She came over and asked me how she can help me today. I replied that I was looking for a new mattress and was told by a co-worker that they had a new Sleep Number bed and I was interested in finding out about them. The associate asked me about my current mattress and what I was looking for in a new mattress. After I answered her questions, she led me over to the demonstration mattress and asked me to lie down. She gave me the demonstration and then asked me to come over to the m7 mattress and lie down on that mattress. The associate then demonstrated the adjustable frame of the m7. She then gave me the laminated pricing sheet and explained that there was a current

Sitting in an old fold-out wooden chair, Brett began to tell me the things that I should expect. He had removed my restraints, and I laid weak and tired on the floor by his feet. The things he told me kept me in awe, and I couldn't believe this was really happening to me. He told me about how I could hear through sound proof walls. And about how the werewolf virus caused an olfactory mutation – the olfactory is the part of your nose that picks up odors and the different aromas or scents traveling through the air.

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

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

Picture being inside of a lovely building. The walls glisten as the light reflects off bouncing and giving indebtedness to the still air that holds stiff. People can be heard talking down the hall in a distance. Soon, the mind wonders to pessimistic scenarios where safety is the number one priority. A fire, a flood, the walls collapsing in on a single soul. Medical teams have to respond and silence falls down all around.

on a Wednesday, and I was barely awake. The weather channel said that today would be a very warm day and I dislike going outside in 90 degree weather. I could have stayed in bed under an air conditioned room, but no, I had to go to Knott’s Berry Farm on a hot day. Once through the dark gates, I begin to hear children throwing tantrums and begging to go on their ride of choice. Soon, the scent of greasy popcorn filled the humid air and furthermore, the butterflies in my stomach happen to flutter in trepidation while I wait in the awfully long line for my first ride, the Ghost Rider. The longer I waited in line under the scorching sun, the more I felt the heat on my face and the ride seemed miles away. After what seems to be an eternity, the line finally moved and my friends and I end up sitting in the back of the ride. Of course I had to sit all by myself because we are an odd number and unfortunately, it was my turn to sit alone. The ride started soon and throughout the whole thing I was being pushed from one side of the seat to the other. When the ride stopped, the agonizing pain in my head felt like someone was hitting me with a baseball bat, and I just wanted this day to