The Captain: A Fictional Narrative

In 2014 I had just started my senior year of high school. I was eighteen with great grades and captain of the colorguard. One would think that I was responsible with everything in my life. A huge responsibility that I took on was the privilege to drive. My license was freshly laminated, and I was ready to get out and experience one of the first steps of adulthood. Soon I realized that glancing down at my phone for just a split second could have changed everything.

While I was stacking cards I heard a bunch of people yelling “ he’s back, Red Chief is back!” The good and the bad things are 50/50, the good thing is that the parents of the spoiled trouble-making you call of a kid is reunited with him. The bad thing is that the people who dislike him the most has to deal with his nonsense again, I ignored the message and went back to stacking my poker cards, you know, mining my own business. The next day, while I was sleeping I heard a loud and annoying noise that woke me up, so I rolled out of my comfy bed and search for the noise. I kept listening and searching everywhere, and by the time I step foot into the kitchen, there was something missing from there, if I remember correctly, there was supposed

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.

Sea gulls bickered on the warm, morning breeze over head. The waves lulled the vessel boat to-and-fro as it skimmed through Blackwater Bay. The water sparkled like sapphires, clear and bright under the sun. From the bow of the boat, Alayna peered out towards the Narrow Sea. Beyond the bay, adventure called her like a siren song. She longed to explore the lands beyond Westeros. However, this voyage wouldn’t ferry her towards that dream. She’d continue to dream of that journey. The schooner wouldn’t be sailing beyond the bay.

My hands were sweating against the microphone in my hand, I could feel the anxiety throughout the air on the big stage. The only thing separating me, I mean us, from the large crowd filled with haters, supporters, and who knows what else; was the velvet red curtain that she knew in no time would disappear, revealing me and my friends to our fate.

I was elected to be a Thespian Officer my freshman year as the only underclassman to be granted a position for the following year. Consequently, I returned as the only veteran officer my junior year. Being the only one who had experience leading in this department, I was appointed to show the ropes to a brand new set of officers- some of which were seniors who had acted in the department for nearly four years. The intimidating task of coordinating and training a group of people who were older, had higher positions, and were possibly more qualified than I became daunting. However, it was in this time of building a strong team that I grew as a leader, communicator, and team player.

Kendrick asked me to have dinner with him tonight at his cottage. He said he was preparing something special for dinner. This would be our last time together before he went back to the oil rig for another twenty-eight day shift. As I thought of all that time we would be apart, I wanted to make tonight extraordinary, and something he would remember while he was out on the rig. I also hoped that it would make it easier for me to be without him for the next month. I still hadn’t had the courage to voice how I felt about him. I needed to figure out my feeling toward Kendrick. I started to believe I might be able to trust this male. Kendrick had risked his life to save me from the Finman. I couldn’t think about getting hurt again: it would crush me to have Kendrick deceived me. I

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

It has been one year since the death of my beloved sister Cheryl. Since then, Roger and I have married. It was wonderful! All the people we met last year were there; all the friends I made at my job as a receptionist. Cheryl’s friend Nancy and her mother came and they hired a babysitter for Cheryl’s son Henry Liberty. But, most surprisingly, my father was there for a bit! He started by saying that he was sorry about what had happened my whole life and how he should of tried to get us back. Then, I told him that I know it was for the best and that we should not cling to the past, even though I did that my whole life. Essentially I was being hypocritical. Nonetheless, he said that he was proud of me, and that if my mother was alive she would

The question had become tiresome, but expected. More so whenever Jack wore his uniform. The question first came up aboard the S.S. Langford, during the trip home from France. An infantry officer, a Captain, asked it innocently enough over dinner in the wardroom. The Captain had intended to start polite conversation, but Jack’s answer caused the dinner to pass in uneasy silence.

The leadership lessons I learned at Chief Petty Officer Academy (CPOA) will result in a stronger unit, a stronger Chiefs mess, and a much stronger and more effect leader in myself. The leadership lessons I have received while attending CPOA will have a positive impact on my unit, the personal that serve with me, and myself. There are many areas in which the course has helped push me in a different direction with my leadership, but the three major blocks that impacted me the most were wellness, writing, and communications. The ability to communicate effectively is the backbone to becoming an effective and respected leader.

We had all woken up survival steve was shouting GET UP he told us to get the boat we would head out in 5 min I saw something red like 10 feet from the campfire I went to go check it out what I saw was shocking it was some kind of meat then i saw the tracks from the motorcycles I think the bike gang dropped them I instantly went and asked survival steve if it was edible yep he said it was ribs from pigs he opened it and got a long stick sharpened it poked it through ribs and put it over the fire 3 min later they were ready everyone got 2 ribs they were really good after that we got back in the boat and started rowing I saw the secret passageway the bike gang leader had told me I said turn that way I pointed left they looked at me

Your affiants followed KEHLER out of the Gold Star plaza and observed a faulty brake light which did not illuminate. KEHLER turned left on State Route 924 North. He then signaled right indicating to move into the driving lane and when doing so his passenger side turn signal was not illuminating. Captain O'Neill activated the emergency lights, conducting a vehicle stop on the vehicle on State Route 924 in the area of Furnace

“I don't know, a lot of them are coming! And from my experiences, this storm will hit us in few minutes.”

The cold room shivered me from my sleep. My body ached as if I’ve been run over by a truck, but my hands and feet are free. I forced myself to move but couldn’t find the strength, with one last thrust, I jerked myself just enough to loosen the mask from around my face. The clean air helped me regain consciousness as I rolled myself off the bed. I stumbled towards the door and opened it slowly only to be thrown back by a large guard in black tactical gear. Lightly dazed from the impact, I played possum for a moment, so the guard can lower his weapon. When he grabbed me from my arm without hesitation, I forcibly yanked him down and constricted my arm around his neck between my bicep and forearm. Then, I tightly compressed with all my power like an anaconda would squeeze his prey before consumption. Finally, the guard stopped moving around and lost all consciousness. I gave his head one final thrust “Crack!” to confirm he won’t move again. I stripped the armored uniform off the guard to disguise myself so I can escape. When I removed my shirt, I noticed a large gash across my body. The gash was bonded together with a clear compound that felt like flesh. At that moment, I realized they left me for the guard to kill.