Personal Narrative-The Slayer And The Slayer

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

This year was my last year at The Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Every paper, no matter how well written needs to be revised and edited as time goes on. In some ways, life is similar. We all go through changes that influence us and shape the direction we are headed. Some of these changes come from our own prerogative while others are inspired by friends and family members. I know that my worldview has gone through this revision process. Even looking back to freshman year I had many of the same ideals, same focuses on values and hard work, but over time they have come to manifest themselves in different ways. For instance, I am much more willing to share my beliefs and opinions on controversial issues. This developed as I came to realize my ideas are worth arguing for and I gained a knowledge of

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

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.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

“ Henry!” “ Your friends aren't safe , without you , as soon as I am stronger, I'm going after them first , so you can see your love ones die around you.” “ Once they're all dead , then I will find a way to get you last boy.” He laughs out loud , Henry drives off , exiting the Park , driving through the windy leaves. He stops on the side of the road , placing his head on the steering wheel , breathing. “ Goddamn it Henry Lambert , what have you done now?” Sam awoke the beast and now Henry has angered the beast , there lives were in more danger now. Henry arrived back at the hospital , picking Sam and Colleen back up , he drove back to his house. They all went in the back yard by the barbeque pit , Henry pulls out the bloody blue hair from a garbage bag. Colleen places her hand over her mouth. “ Henry what the hell did you do ?” Henry places the blooded blue hair on the pit , lights it on fire. “ I got back at him for what he's been doing to y'all , for what he's doing to Erika.” Sam points his finger at Henry. “ You didn't get back or even , you just pissed him off Henry!” Colleen starts slapping Henry all over , she then stops , crying into his chest , they all watch the hair turn to black dust inside the pit. “ I may have angered him , but I got a piece of that son of a bitch that he can't get back now.” “ He can't touch me , I don't fear him , y'all are safe

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

Although I have not thought about how I would stage a play I will give myself a chance to thinking thoroughly about how I would want an audience to receive a piece of work written by the four playwrights we have read this semester. Drawing on Wilson’s famous speech, I have an idea about what I would want. The Ground on Which I Stand is one that acknowledges the amazing playwrights we were able to read this semester. I appreciate what they have given to the world through the stage and in print. There have been plays that I resonated with me and some that were harder to grasp. Many of these playwrights talk about connections and family which is a way that I have connected with the characters. I wouldn't use many of the playwrights as influences

"So what, your life's just one day of shit-reeking demons after the next? That sucks, dude. No wonder you've got something stuck way up your-" Wynonna's eyes intimated she silently chided herself, even though he looked almost amused. Almost. A hint of a smile that could've actually just been a trick of shadows. Feeling him trying to size her up, Wynonna almost felt a little frenzy of insecurity. Everyone in town's mind was pretty much made up about her, no one had freshly judged her in a long time, and she wasn't sure she missed the feeling. She'd been trying her best with the curse, with Revenants, even to be a better sister, and it was uncomfortable to have someone stride in the middle of all that trying and try to put those jagged pieces

There was a pause, she thought she finally saw the Messenger's face, shriveled beneath the hood he'd been hiding behind. A final nod came eventually, like the world was up for consideration, and then all Buffy saw was light.

“Fine, I won’t need it anyway,” he answers arrogantly. “I shall finish you with this!” pulling out a much larger sword from behind his back. Swiftly swinging the behemoth of a sword was easy for him. He was much stronger than the average man, I knew one cut from it, at the speed he was swinging it I could be finished. The armor he was wearing was as hard as diamond, he came prepared for a bloody bout.