Personal Narrative: Wolves Of War

If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.

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

A few years ago, in first grade, I was in what my friends and whoever else was in the class with us call the first grade war. I know it sounds odd, but this happened. In the middle of first grade year almost every girl in first grade was crushing on Dylan.

Write my own book and get it in my school library? That would be the coolest thing ever! Now when I have to check out a book from the library every day to take home and read, I can just take mine! Hah! I don’t even have to read it, because I’ll know what it’s about, because I wrote it! An ingenious plan to get out of reading boring books my school had, and my lifelong (not very long, so far) goal, both to be completed with one task. I was living the dream.

When I first went on the Mayor’s website and glanced at some of the internship opportunities I was extremely excited. I had just become a member of TISL and knew that the legislative research would be a perfect fit for me, but reality soon set in. I would not be applying for the internship and even if I wanted to I would not be in Nashville this summer to participate. At that point it was like a flip switched and I began to loos interest in the project. With that being said I knew my biggest obstacle would not just be the vagueness, but motivating myself in completing the work not just on time but giving it my full effort.

When I arrived at Atwood Seeing a cemetery right as we entered and the bus stopped there was two dorms a boy and a girl. After we all got settled, we had lunch and I sat with my friends Jack Brett and other people that I really didn’t talk to. Next we headed for our groups where we were dismissed to go until we were lucky enough to play predator prey on the first day. It was a hole lot of fun when there are herbivores,omnivores and prey who have life tags if a higher animal at the top of the food chain gets you give them a life tag.

There was a word on the page. There was a sentence on the page. There was a paragraph on the page. And then two. Three. A full page was written. A chapter completed. Maybe there was something to this sitting at a desk with a bottle of whiskey and just plugging away. The night had passed, the sun was up, and suddenly, 10,000 words were committed to paper. He had started in the middle of things. November 13th to be exact. The first year Tony participated in the community writing project, he was 39. That was five years ago now. The first novel was a piece of trash, not even pulp fiction, a murder mystery wherein a dead pregnant girl turned up quite alive and everyone lived happily ever after in the end. Complete swill. Written in the darkness of a bedroom with no windows after his day job, with snow on the ground and the life of his family going on around him outside his miserable cave.

Disclaimer: I’m using material from my previous Journal because it was over chapter 5-7 and this one is over the second half of chapter 7 through chapter 8.

I’ve been watching the sheep for a week now and I can’t believe I’m finally making my move. I’m a mix of excited and absolutely petrified but according to Wolfy Howlson’s popular memoir/self-help book ‘First hunt: How a pup became a wolf, and how you can too!’ this feeling is a good sign. However, this isn’t exactly a hunting trip and I don’t want to be a wolf anymore. To me being a wolf is something low and dirty, and I can’t live in this fur prison and longer. Have you ever hunted before? The blood and the guilt and the smell and taste… I can barely live with myself knowing I’ve done these horrible things, so I’m getting out.

There was once a Goddess who dwelt on the moon. She was as fair as the stars and bright like the sun. On a frigid winter night, the moon goddess gazed upon Arctic of the earth. What she saw broke her heart for in the Arctic was a vast inanition. The Moon Goddess descended to earth and walked the lifeless plain of white. As she continued to df the endless void, the Moon Goddess said to herself, “I must add to this nothingness.” After hours of aimless walking, the Moon Goddess knelt down in the snow and gathered handful of pure, soft snow. With this delicate material, the Goddess commenced to constructing a sphere. She placed the sphere delicately on the ground and when she stepped back, something amazing happened. The sphere began to grow.

I chuckle and shake my head, my fingers deleting every pitiful word I had rewritten twenty times today. I hummed and started another sentence, quickly deleting it when I realize that story was overwritten. I start another and my finger slams back down onto the backspace key.

The world we live in develops at an astonishing rate. Nations have gone to war, epidemic diseases have been cured, and the global economy has survived booms and busts. The global dynamic of power has shifted, science and technology are now at the forefront of all modern societies, and leaders have established global goals for development by 2030. Behind all of this seemingly wonderful improvement, however, lies one principle: Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

The enemy had gotten their hands on old human nuclear weapons. The problem? The Alliance wasn’t sure who the enemy was. It was imperative that they find the last five remaining weapons before another attack destroyed them all.

Notebooks filled to the brim with smudged illustrations, daydreaming about angels and adventures, and cold, sore fingers; November, 2013 was unlike any other. When I was thirteen years old, I participated in a contest called NaNoWriMo, or National November Writing Month, in which anyone who wanted to participate was challenged to write 50,000 words, or entire novel in a month. Minors could set an individual goal for the month on the website, but I was ambitious and wanted to reach the adult’s standard goal of 50,000 words.

A time I helped somebody was when I was in 5th grade, and I got off of my bus with my younger sister, and there was a stray dog on my driveway. Obviously, I checked to see if there was a collar, and a tag. When I looked, there was a tag, with a phone number. I called my mom, and told her the number, and we gave the dog food and water. The dog looked like a hunting dog, though I had no idea what a hunting dog was at the time. I just assumed someone lost their dog, and didn’t know it had gotten away.