Randy-Personal Narrative

“Anthony were playing carpet hockey there is no reason to get all worked up because you’re losing to James” Kevin explained. “Just resume the game it's 4-1 and were playing to 5 as you both know”

I still recall the balmy November afternoon, when the sun revealed flights of kestrels in the deep blue sky and made the lens of my camera flare. I knew that day would be wonderful, albeit it was rare for a day spent in the swamplands to be anything but. The photographic opportunities seemed endless and the small white-breasted body of the sandpiper was right within my grasp, or the viewfinder of my camera, at the very least. It was also the day I met a very interesting character by the name of Jim Saddler, composed yet excitable. Wise beyond his years. The moment he arrived on my doorstep, I knew we were two kindred spirits, united in our keen eye for birds. I must admit, I was unsure of what the nature of our relationship would be. The possibility

Ian ran upstairs to take a five minute shower, and quickly dressed in a blue and black plaid shirt with some khaki shorts. He attempted to fix his hair, it was a little damp, but there wasn't time to properly dry it, so it was fine.

Once we get going, wanna sneak off and bang a quick one out with me so Duncan can’t use that joke anymore?

I started to run up these wooden stairs that are in the middle section of the apartments and I tripped on a stair and hit my eyebrow on the stair and didn't realize it was bleeding and I screamed and my father came running down the stairs.

“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.

Ray is my beautiful car, a 2014 Chevy Camaro SS. She is named after me, Rachel. My car is one of my most valuable possesions to date. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. She is the color of a sweet red candy apple. I swear I could taste the flavor of the candy on an apple just by admiring her. Her custom made body-style kit and grill makes her look as if she could be the next transformer character or cousin of the character Bumblebee in the movie, "Transformers". When I approach her in the mornings, I open the car door, start the engine and listen to it as if it was a military jet about to take off for war. Her pick ups in driving are so fast. The first time I drove her, it felt like she was pulling away, even at normal

My husband and I live in a small, unincorporated town on the outskirts of a bigger city. Although we were almost 50 years old, we are 30 to 40 years younger than any of our near neighbors. Most of them have grandchildren who visit regularly, and drive them wherever they need to go. Not so for the man I usually just called “Professor.” His wife, Elena, died 12 years ago. I only knew her briefly, but she and the Professor were one of those “Life Goals” kind of couples. When Elena passed, it hit the Professor hard. For the last year, he had been battling cancer. With no bus service in our natural area, and cabs from town with an expensive, long wait, I ended up driving him to the doctors.

Well, that was until Ian realized how unbelievably fucked he was. He thought he could handle it. Turns out, he couldn't.

I've got slightly confused about when I've booked my meeting for. I wrote on the spreadsheet a time for 4:00 to 4:10, but when I clicked on the other link in your email, it suggested a meeting for 8:30. Is that a automated suggestion? Or is that the time when you are free? Sorry to bother you! I've just got a little muddled with the program!

My mom twisted the doorknob and held it open for me, as i was only 4. My first step out of the door i tripped over the door mat and cut my knee badly. My mom picked me up and told me

I awoke next morning and immediately thought of the letter I had received last night. It was on my oak wood night stand, next to my journal where I wrote my thoughts in. I opened the yellowish brown envelope to reveal

Make sure actors are in the fame of the camera (using blue tape to keep actors in the fame)

I can barely remember but, when I was little I there was a shaggy carpet at the entrance to my old house. One day I took the carpet up the stairs and got on top of it and acted like it was a magic carpet. Then, I rode it down the stairs and flipped over face first and rolled onto the end of the low-grade steps and right onto the wood floor. I didn't get hurt but I was dizzy. Another one is that one day my mom told my little sister she was in trouble and but the paddle by her bed and told her she would come up stairs later and spank her. And when my mom went up the steps my little sister took the paddle and put it down the creaky laundry shoot. And my mom had to go to the basement to get

"I don't know, was that okay?" He asked, like he realized what he did was forward and he didn't know if he could push his luck that much.