Personal Narrative: Timber Cove Inn

On 12/06/16, at 5:18pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched 1496 Blaine Drive on a dog at large, patrol only. I arrived in the area and saw a brown and white pit bull running loose. I took pictures of the dog loose. I proceeded to follow the pit bull down Blaine Drive, the dog stop at 1494 Blain Drive. I exited my vehicle and slowly approached the house. I knocked on the dog and received no answer. Due to large amount to construction material and debris around the property I was unable to secure the dog on property. I placed a leash on the dog and put the dog in my vehicle. I left a door notice at that location to contact the shelter if the dog belongs to the occupant of that house. I transported the dog to Franklin County Animal

I responded to Magnolia Wood Lodge in reference to a dirorderly call. Upon arrival, I made contact with Nathan Mosley. Mosley stated that one of the residence(Cedrice Barnes) was being very un cooperative and attempting to hit them with closed fist. Nathan Mosley, Angela Lewis and Cessiley Colwell, were all victims of the situation. Officer attempted to walk Barnes back to his room. Officers ended up getting Barnes back in his room, which was room 11. Officer's then talked with Barnes and explained the issue with him. Barnes started being un compliant and started throing closed fist at the employes. I then pinned Barnes agaist the wall and pulled out my pepper spray. When I released Barnes, he pushed me. Barnes was then told to placed his

Why had these thoughts embedded in me? I don’t know, but it about 45 minutes passed when I crossed Yonge Street. A couple of blocks ahead, to my right, I found “The Fox and Firkin Pub” and walked in. Just as in the dream, I sat down at the bar and asked for a pint of Buzz Amber Lager, but the one who attended me was a 2bot, as it had become common in most establishments and stable businesses. The 2bot was supposed to resemble a young affable and blonde young woman, but like all 2bots, I felt somewhat in a new frontier. Anyway, the 2bot did managed to be friendly with me—uncannily told me, “the night seems enormously white and blue,” and like everyone in the establishment and the crowded streets of Toronto I let myself be carried by normality,

In my essay I am going to compare things from the book Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet to events in my life. In the book on page 9 paragraph one it talks about how after Marty’s mother passed away Marty kept busy at college to avoid his dad and the reality of the situation. Marty only came back home for laundry and in asking his father for money which his dad always gave him because he felt awful. In my life I have known a lot of people that deal with death in this same way. They work a lot and keep themselves busy to avoid the life situation that’s really happening. In my opinion, this is not the best way to deal with grief because eventually it’s going to catch up with you.

As I road into town, brushing the dust off my Stetson, I sighed in relief. The dusty trails of Texas can really take a tole on a man. I was tired, and made my way straight to the Golden Coral Inn. I hadn’t heard much of the happenings of this town and was curious, but being a man of few words, I decided to just sit back in the lounge and listen to what was to be said. It was interesting, as talk up this way normally is. I heard there was a range war goin’ on a little ways out of town, between an old timer and a stronger, more powerful ranch. The bigger ranch, the Circle J, was wantin’ the land that the little ranch had. The littler ranch, the T Bar, wasn’t sellin’ though. He was gettin’ his cows rustled and every other dirty trick in the book. I was about to head up to my room when I heard a name that stopped me dead in my tracks: Tom Wesley.

The sun began to creep up behind the towering pine trees as I sip on my torrid coffee. I glance at my watch which reads 5:45 am, I gather my tackle box that's overflows with hooks and line and stick in underneath the damp boat seat. The water glistens in the morning sunlight, I aboard the scent of pine needles which is always prominent the crisp air of Northern Wisconsin.

I had hoped Connor would be able to join me at Lambert’s Cove this week but he can't so I am on my own. It's not so bad, a vacation by myself; not as much fun as with someone else but I'm better at this alone thing than I've ever been. Tonight I pull on my board shorts and walk out of my rental onto the sand. I feel like something inside needs release and I take off running. Not that I'm one for exercise but this is more than that, its running away and running to and releasing energy and storing it up.

I live on Turtle Point Cove in North Ridge, it's just a little bit into Saltillo. I’ve grown up in that house. I live next to my close friends. I live near my cousins, they live just a couple houses down from us. Almost every weekend we all have a cookout and we either go to my friends house or ours, since we are next door neighbors if never matters whose house it’s at.

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

Chirp! That is a sound often heard in the wilderness, while camping. This outdoor activity is enjoyable for many reasons.

Back in 2012, I live in a town called Middleburg, Florida. May 27th was my brother’s birthday, so, to celebrate, we were going to his favorite restaurant, the ‘Jacksonville Ale House’. We stopped at a gas station before heading there to pick up something. My brother and I stayed inside the car, and it seemed like my parents took forever inside the gas station. Whenever they finally came out, they had a woman around late 20s and a little girl with them. They both smelled horrid and looked like they had not showered in a couple days. I remember my parents saying, “we are going to take them to the west side of Jacksonville and drop them off in the Walmart parking lot”. The woman and little girl had been kicked out of their house by the woman’s husband, who had worked for my dad in the past. When we went and dropped off the woman, we gave her our number and said to call us if she needed us to watch the little girl. Her name was Sam. We went on with our night and right as we were leaving the Ale house, we got a call from the woman asking if we could watch Sam overnight. She came and stayed with us, and her mom did not call us back for a couple days. Those couple days turned into weeks, eventually months. My parents started taking foster parenting classes and eventually called CPS (child protective services). That is when Sam became my foster sister.

The road, or more appropriately, the path leading the town of Opal essentially consisted of dirt and jagged pebbles. Needless to say it wasn’t the most favored road amongst the neighbors, especially those with wagons as the wheels consisting of flimsier spokes would often break or create a hitch. I didn’t so much have an issue with taking the path, aside from the semi-agonizing distance, as I was wearing my work boots, but it was honestly still an eyesore. However, I enjoyed the views of both the left and right side of the path. They were both rolling hills coated with lush oceans of green, despite the recent frigid weather as they defied the norm associated with the winter season. It was truly transitioning into a beautiful day, allowing the

June of 2017 I qualified for the World Junior for the fourth year in a row. However, this year was different. This year I got to play Torrey Pines. Torrey Pines is the most beautiful golf course I have ever played and it is my favorite place to be. During the World Junior I learned a lot about myself and made some really good friends in the process.

My car totaled out in a ditch, sirens blaring causing a distinct ring in my ears that seemed to last for days and blue lights strobing like a dub step concert, I sat there on my bumper listening to the radio like never before. It was a quite night in March of 2016 when an event would change my outlook on humanity itself. Never will I respond to call with out the thought of this may go bad quick.

Consider Transcendentalist quotes as well as game suggestions while you rest at the end of every day.