The Castle-Personal Narrative

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

Checking where you left your page is very crucial. Soon, I’ll explain why. Hi I am Violet Koai. I live in Allen, Texas and I am 14. You may not believe what I am going to say, but I will tell you just because I want to. So, here it goes. It all started one day in the middle of midnight when I asked my mom to go outside and play. I begged her. I said I’d be back home in a few minutes.

Unlike Jeannette I never moved around a lot in my life so maybe that’s why it so strange to me, but both she and I have some things in common. We both don’t seem to like our distant relatives, both of our mothers like to be hypocrites, saying stand up for what you believe in and then reprimanding us about it, and both of us have been and are tricked by our fathers; in her case standing up to her racist parents and digging a foundation for the Glass Castle that the family only wanted to use as a garbage disposal. Anyway her family has issues with pride just as much as mine does, only in a different way. The Walls were and are the poorest in any poor neighborhood they move to, but they bring their misfortune upon themselves. Honestly they could

People say that I’m too young to have problems in my life but they don’t know that even though I’m only sixteen years old, life forced me to become a mature person at a young age. I see things differently than most teenagers, which means that it’s harder for me to fit in. I’m not good at making friends, I’m very selective but I like to help people if they need me. My crucible started since I came to the United States when I was twelve, and after that my life has been so different.

It was around 5 in the afternoon. The air was crisp, we sat on a bench in front of a contraption full of screaming children and blaring calliope music. The sight of all the lights around me was overwhelming, I had to squint to prevent myself from going insane. Something about it was enjoyable, in its own twisted way. Along the streets beside us we saw giant mice marching around and being followed by hoards of tiny humans. All of the aspects this estate had in store were beautifully put together. I had spent hours wandering around the vast lands of Disney with my brethren beside me. We had gone through all of its obstacles. All of its obstacles but one. The tallest spectacle of them all. A towering attraction known to induce horror inside of anyone who dares to enter its grasp. It is widely known among the public, but only few are fearless enough are fearless enough to face the dangers of: The Tower of Terror.

My Glass Castle essay is a flashback to the beginning of my adventures in Honors English. As such, it is the most suitable candidate for revision, as I will be able to observe my hopefully positive progression made over the course of the entire school year.

I live in place that is a replica of the Disney animated movie The Princess and the Frog. N’awlins, Lusiana. Walking down the streets of the French Quarters, because the only thing in N’awlins is the French Quarters, of course) there is always a brass band playing, and there’s always zydeco music playing as well. People in N’awlins; natives, and tourist are always dancing, and singing marching down to Jackson Square to have a festival, because Jackson Square is the only thing that is in the French Quarters. Being from N’awlins, my daily food consumption only contains, Gumbo for Breakfast, Crawfish for Lunch, More Gumbo, and more crawfish for dinner, and of Course Beignets for desert. My daily mode of transportation is the Street car, because

“The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.

How does Northanger Abbey use representation of buildings and architecture to communicate ideas to the reader? In Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen uses buildings and architecture to represent ideas to the reader about appearance vs reality and to provide evidence for the view that Catherine sees life through a gothic lense. I will be focusing on how Blaise Castle does this and how both Northanger Abbey’s external and internal architecture does this. Appearance vs reality is a strong theme throughout Northanger Abbey and Austen uses a number of situations in the novel to orchestrate this theme.

Once upon a time, there was a knight from queen Elizabeth’s royal defense force. Every day since the night was three his dad, the best of all knights took him to the royal defence force training facility, where the dad was the grand master. As the knight started to get older, he started working his way up to the top of the class. One day there was a training match to decide who would follow in the grandmasters footsteps between the knight and Flippo Pete the ninja dude, from Alaska. In the middle of the match Flippo punched the knight in the head and knocked out four of the knight’s teeth. When the match was ending the knight knocked out Flippo and killed him, so the knight was named the grand master elect. On a cold January morning when the

i packed my things and left "the house of terror". In my mind at thought running away to freedom wouldn't be so bad. but really i was petrified i didn't know what to do. If i wasn't so lazy i would have set a up a plan, the only things i had were my tokyo ghoul backpack filled with personal items (toothbursh, phone, headphones, pads,ect.) then my lugged filled with clothes and shoes. But lucky the area i was in was very fimilar to me. this area is downtown in cheyenne, wyoming. Not only that but the place i've been dying to go to was right across the street. without hesiting i ran through the line of cars honking at me.

His chest rose steadily, before with a quick flick of his wrist he tossed the hilt across the room- the clatter of its components hitting the ground send reverberations throughout the crypt that echoed up the stairs and out the same passageway he had entered. Were it any other place, and any other heirloom to part with, he would have acted as though this meant nothing. He would have maintained the facade of stoicism, but it was now that he allowed himself to crumble. With his head bowed to the floor and a hand bracing his form against the door frame.

Cate was about to enter the glass doors that were gleaming with resentment, sparkling with evil, screaming to her the stories and sentences of the most deadly of pirates. As Cate was thinking she felt the cool, smooth leather of the sheath that held her Katana dagger on her leg, and that’s when it dawned on her that the guards never took the sheath off her, no matter how handsy they got, they never noticed, though it was a little weird and she should have reported it. Cate thought of a plan to escape, threaten the guards and anyone else while she runs away, Cate knew it was a great plan, foolproof even, but then she thought nothing of it because her father would be killed the moment she walked out the palace door, for the king made shore that many guards be placed outside Cates hut for protection of her father and for the king to have the upper hand in this little game he likes too play with his

As Marie tried to calm her nerves, someone knocked on her door. Her mother-in-law wanted to know if Marie would talk

A single silver toned, old fashioned key was lying in a beam of sunshine coming through the doorway windows. It gleamed maliciously in the sunlight making her forget for a moment the scratches on her neck and the vision of the ghost woman that had just frightened her so intensely. She walked toward it in a stunned trance knowing this was the key that would open the door to the secret room; if she could only find it.