Regrets: A Fictional Narrative

He began to perspire. "Where are your father and mother?"The children looked up and smiled. "Oh, they'll be here directly." "Good, we must get going." but then Mr.McClean heard loud scream coming from the nursery. He run to the nursery as fast as he could. While Peter and wandy ran after him, she yelled at Mr.McClean to not open the door.As he slammed the door open, he saw the lions closing in on George Hadley and his wife and he yelled “Mr and Ms handly are you okay?” and then he turned to the kids behind him and told them to command the nursery to shut it down.” They are your parents; they raised you, fed you and most importantly, they loved you! Are you two really that heartless to try to kill them

“Look what the voretooth dragged in,” Gladio greeted with a wide smile. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

"Rafi, like this," Sonny immediately helps him, positioning his hands so he cradles Jesse properly. “There.”

“Um.. you said ‘Should I just pretend like that didn’t happen or should I apologise’” the guy said nervously, taken aback by the rudeness.

This was another choice that I read while in Cuba. Going into my trip I didn’t really know what to expect from country that still remains somewhat taboo. The version of history I was taught told me that Fidel Casto and all he stood for were detestable. Socialism was a dirty word even though I can honestly say I probably couldn’t have properly defined it until very recently. The phrase “history will absolve me” was the closing line of a four-hour speech Castro gave in his own defense after being put on trial for his role in the Moncada attack. The actual record of his defense was not recorded however, the basis of his argument was that the people had a right to rise up and protest against a government the found to be illegal and unjust. The

Narrator : It was 1956 and Valerie andrews had not been lost for long when she came upon the jacket. It faded into her sight at first and clarified with each step she took. Normally she would choose to leave random jackets in the middle of the road, but the wind had chilled her to the bone and it provided a sense of a well worn youthfulness. It’s red leather went smoothly against her skin, the white lettering on the long sleeves spelled out “TIME TRAVELER” in big block letters. The jacket fit her perfectly, the sleeves even stopped at the edge of hir wrist, a rarity due to their size. And in an inside pocket she found an odd metal device about the size of her hand with several pint sized buttons around the edge and a shiny glass front.

"Augustus! Have you finished packing?" asked my mother. I just hate how I have to move a lot because of my father's stupid traveling job. "Yeah mom! I'll be there in a second,” I mumbled to myself, making a wry face at her. I just want to live a normal ninth grade life, but all of this moving is keeping me from doing so. I'm supposed to be making new friends, and having fun but I just have to move every year. "Katie!" I exclaimed. "Katie! Are you ready?" I called a second time. Katie is my little sister, in first grade. She is my only reason for not completely dreading my life. "I'm coming, Auggie! Let me just finish feeding Mr. Grumpy." she replied, in a cute little voice, while feeding our cat. My family and I have been moving around Italy

Once upon a time, there was a sorcerer who had a twelve year old son named Darcy. Darcy had a magical power to see all things happening in the world. The sorcerer, knowing of his power, trapped Darcy in a mirror so that he could never leave him, but by doing this Darcy's power was limited so that he could only see things when a mirror was near by. Hearing of the boy's power, the Evil Queen had the sorcerer killed and took the young magical child

The world is a very interesting place. You see a little over two weeks ago I was just your normal everyday narcissistic self centered teenager. Now however, now I was in a train heading to Las Vegas after two weeks of being chased by the American intelligence services and fleeing from the federal bureau of investigation. Now you may be wondering “what in the merciful stars did you do” and the truth is of the matter is I did nothing. So why where the CIA and FBI after me, well I was at the wrong place at the wrong time and now that the little “mishap” was all settled I was being shipped off to a random location that they had selected. A part of me was beyond indignant that after running for my life for two weeks I was merely being sent off

“I’m sorry for last night. I was…riled up, I suppose. Nothing was your fault. Please, forgive me.”

Nodding the woman just placed the bag on the table, she pulled out the nightquile in pills form. Relfief spread on the knockles face in sitting down as Donold walked over and nodded for the moment, "Maybe we can get some peace

“I realized I had put her through mental torture at school and had made her life living hell so I apologized to her promised not to pick on her ever again.” she mumbled.

"I came to apologize! I thought that you would be the first to apologize but I guess I was wrong!" Sono said

Alex stood there, terrified even to breath. Last time the two of them were in the same space, Alex had almost gotten a few ribs broken and they had almost killed each other. She didn’t want a repeat. She didn’t think her body could take another beating. That had nothing to do with the fact that her emotions were so all over the place she didn’t think she could take another near death experience. Plus, a serious fight would bring a lot of agents running and James could get hurt. All of this would happen if she breathed. All hell would break lose.

“I’m sorry,” she ushered them in and closed the door. “I didn’t think this would be so difficult. It’s petty of me to be upset over this, isn’t it? When we have larger problems?”