Poppy-Personal Narrative

Some of the conversation consisted of us being very annoyed at the fact people could not pronounce Ryan Beatty’s name correctly.

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

Ella Wood. That’s who I am just Ella Wood a 16 year old girl who never really had much going on and who not many people knew. At least that’s what I had thought a few hours ago when my name wasn’t on the news and pretty much every other place that you could think of. You may be confused as to what I’m talking to you about, so let me tell you a story. Let me warn you though this is not just any story, but my story. First of all let me introduce myself a bit better. I live in a town that’s kind of big and called Blackview. I love to make music it’s one of my special talents and I could also dance. I have an older brother named Tyler. I also have a twin brother named Ethan we’re practically inseparable. We’ve done a lot of things together and

As I stumbled outside to go check on the cattle to make sure they were ok from the dust, the dust instantly blew at my face like tiny pellets shooting at me,which brings a lot of pain and harm to my face and body. The dark sky hovered over me, and my feet sank into the dirt and all the dust. When I was finished checking on our cows, my father shouted at me from the window of our house. “Christiano! Get back over here right now! It’s way too dangerous for you to be out there at this time!!” His name is Tommy Lee, but I like to call him Poppa. He is someone that I will always look up to. There are times when I would do anything to run away, but at the same time no one loves me as much as he does. I came back inside, and I was covered in dust.

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

Sitting with my laptop in the front room of my house, I nervously wait for one of my church youth leaders to arrive. Family pictures smile from the wall above the dusty piano and colorful patterns burst from pillows thrown haphazardly on the old, brown couch. At last, I hear a knock at the door and rush to open it, revealing a woman standing at the door. Seeing her cheerful smile, I begin to relax. What was I so worried about? This is Emily Wilson, an amazing, wonderful woman. I lead her over to sit on the couch, taking my place across from her. Despite her apology for being so “gross” in her purple tank top and black workout leggings, she has an aura of confidence and cheerfulness that leaves no room for my own nerves.

He was wearing a pair of tattered old jeans, almost like overalls and a torn plaid red jacket, his work boots were thick and covered in a mix of blood, dirt and broken glass. I immediately recognized him as Brian Phillips, an elderly German man who worked in the slaughterhouse a little ways outside of town. The look on his face was of pure sheer terror and he stammered out an uncontrollable mix of German and English in a furious fright. Richard raised his hands as he tried to calm Brian down and eventually, he was able to begin from the beginning.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away. By that I mean about an hour or two drive from visalia. When I was eight and my brother four. We had gone tobogganing with our family. The snow was glistening white and quite untouched by any other people for there was no lemon flavored snow.

Over the span of four months, each week I would regularly meet with a former colleague of mine by the name of Terrion Austin. Terrion recently moved from Nebraska to Tennessee, due to his job opening that presented itself that would allow for him to be closer to both him and his wife’s family. Terrion reached out to me over the summer, due to the fact that he was extremely unsure in his faith. He felt that whenever he read the bible he was never felt satisfied once done reading. This frustrated him tremendously. In addition to his frustration, Terrion was often confronted by members from his job that would frequently ask him questions that he did not feel he could answer. Moreover, his inability to answer did not come from a lack of knowing the bible; however, it was quite the opposite. Terrion, like most young Christian, grew up

I’m not a daredevil. I like to think about things and decide if it’s a good idea or not. There’s no sense in doing something that you know is not going to end very well. Believe me I still do some crazy stuff with my friends, I’m just the one that keeps the group down to earth. With my parents however, I listen to them with no hesitation. They would never do anything to harm my siblings or me… on purpose. My point of view on this changed a few years ago on and extremely hot day, when my dad had a brilliant idea for me and our dog Peanut.

Bailey James Kummet entered my life at the age of eleven. I had met him through a friend, she had forgotten his number and begged me to message him for her later on in the afternoon, I did her the favor expecting that to be the end of it. I would have never thought that this random boy would become such a major part of my life.

Throughout schooling, Ive had one authentic best friend, Rose, since middle school. Rose was like a bra, always there for support through the typical teenage drama to the enamoring of boys. We've crossed many paths including graduating together, but at some point in time one must go their own way,so we did. The internal change was beneficial as well as perturbing. I moved to Carrollton because my mom got a job at Tanner Hospital, which meant changing schools. Central was a bit different, I wasn't quite use to the rural setting yet, Rose was an individual that made me feel more at ease.It was an opening for trust, anticipated secrets, scoop of the school, and undiscovered journeys. Rose and I were about to become the Bonnie and Clyde of Central

Nightpaw lifts her head to the downpour—it falls with fury. Here on such high ground, she is exposed. The torrent tears at her and pins her fur to her flanks, and her blue eyes are huge in her face.

Meghan, your goddess appearance hypnotized and paralyzed me. The sound of your honey-like voice can break the spell, but also compels me to do your bidding. A long gaze into those hazel-green eyes reveals the future and our past lives together. Your body's like silk. It's soft and smooth when you touch me. Whether you are holding me or when I'm nestling on your lap or breast, I feel secure, loved, also like I'm your baby. When we cuddle in your bed or elsewhere, I feel like a man protecting my woman. With you in my arms and right hand caressing your belly, as if our child in there. No matter if your hair is in a ponytail, bun, brushed, braided, wild/in a mess, if you are [literally] having a bad hair day, or do not feel sexy, you'll always

“Wemonade for sale,” a small, tan kid chirped with a big ol’ boxy grin stretched across his face. Taehyung liked to set up his lemonade stand in front of the flower shop; it always smelled nice and the owners of the flower shop were his friends. His stand was a square, fold-up table with a poster taped-up and drawn in crayon saying “LEMONADE for 5 cents,” and underneath that had been scribbled in, “with umbrellas :).” Despite the fact many people ignored him, Taehyung still was full of cheer.