The Interceptors-Personal Narrative

Light-of-battle hit my face and I fell to the ground and got up with all the force in my body. I attacked my opennet with strength I found in people's denied me of for all those years. Grendel of course tried to escape but I ripped his arm off.

Last night was a wonderful night.I went to sleep with a huge smell on my face because.Red chief was missing I didn’t care WOOW.My leg was shaking bad I knew I had to use the bathroom.Bark Bark Bark what is wrong with my little poop poop.I said so I look out my craker window soon as I saw Red chief run over my trash can chashing my little poop poop around with an baseball bat soon as I.open my window Red cheif run over my trash can I said.Red cheif go home and go to sleep before I.call the police and make sure you don’t come back to bother us anymore. When I said that Red chief come back with some heat he threw.His baseball bat at my window and shatter it then said you go to sleep you old bagged yelled Red chief and run off soon.As Red chief

Twenty-One Pilots are the first act to top pop songs and alternative songs. Back in February 21 of 2017 was one of the best days of my life. That date was when I went to my favorite band’s concert in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I will never forget that date, it took place at the BOK Center were many artists go to perform. My mom and I went, my dad also but he didn’t go to the concert. I got two tickets because I thought one of my friends could go with me but they could not afford it. All the money we spent that week was worth it I do not regret anything.

Mark Depsey III is the president of the country club social committee, making him and his wife ranked at the top of the socialite hierarchy.

The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay developed in darkness, but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war.

“I’ll be right back, guys! I just need a breath of fresh air,” announced eighteen-year-old Alan Fenton as he walked out of the raucous party into the quiet backyard, taking out his inhaler as he went. His graduation party was just getting started, with around a hundred of Edison High School’s students already attending and even more arriving every minute. As valedictorian of all his classes, the captain of both the basketball and football teams, and the recent receiver of a scholarship to UCLA, Alan knew he had a reason to celebrate. It was great timing too, as his parents were at a Justin Bieber concert with his 16-year-old sister Sandy. The cheers from his house grew louder as his best friend and part-time DJ, Chris Waker, turned up the strains of Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen”. Alan grinned as he turned around and went back inside the house.

Despite myself, I closed my eyes and let the black wash over me. I couldn’t stop myself from letting my guard down. The pain in my chest swelled like a giant wave, cresting in a crescendo of agony, then subsiding, leaving nothing but calm water in it’s wake. For a moment, there was nothing. No genocidal friends, no life and death scenario playing out unchecked. No dark lady wading through the sea of deep space. No desire and no pain.

Jack Foster was a dreamer. He liked searching the shelves in the local bookstore, exchanging a brief smile with the old man behind the counter from time to time. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes as he sat down by an old oak tree and began reading. He valued the kind of simplicity offered by fictional worlds. The black words scribbled across the page had the power to transport him anywhere. He could be anything — a struggling doctor, a secret agent, a tyrant king in a far off land —and for a few moments every day, Jack forgot about the dreaded letter he had received a few weeks ago. He had been working overtime at Wilson's Market, stocking the shelves and admiring the beautiful brunette behind cash register three. His heart pounds against

Soon as I finished washing all the dirty dishes I wiped down the counters and stove. While I was doing this. I was as joyful as a kid with a $100 dollar bill at a candy store. As I pulled my purple covers down from my king sized bed. I rested my head on the soft, cotton pillow. I had a relief of Red Chief not doing anything he wasn't supposed to because he wasn't here in town. Finally,that annoying boy was gone and the entire town was at peace. Three minutes later, I woke up to a thrusting sound as if someone trying to to knock Mr.Dorsets door off its hinges. I sprinted outside to see who it was and you guessed it it was that aggravating boy Red chief. But not only did I see,but I seen two other men with him walking in Mr.Dorset’s house.

The barbarian drew his lance back and prepared to thrust it forward, forever ending Athos young life. He took a deep breath. His muscles motionlessly danced their eagerness to be used. His heart pumped harder and harder, even as his eyes lay closed and his face calm on the outside. Do not go

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I saw purple cloth. I expected to see a kind look on its face, but I was met with fierce purple eyes and a demon mask hung around its neck. My eyes widened, and it looked hurt by my expression. I felt warmth in my stomach and then excruciating pain. I looked down to see red everywhere. I removed the spear from my abdomen, and my vision began to blur.

She looked up at Kialsi's ears, then down at her tail, she seemed to be hyperventilating, before she turned and ran off into the night. Kialsi frowned. Huh. She shrugged and then turned to Leon, kneeling down next to him. [color=#964B00]"You need to be careful."[/color] She scolded, [color=#964B00]"I know that as a brigade you don't usually go to many different worlds, but things are different right now. You need to stay calm and consider where you are before running off." [/color]She helped him pick up the fish and broken wood. As Kialsi knelt there next to the red head she suddenly realized what that thick scent was. It was the smell of blood. Her stomach lurched as she looked up, suddenly pale, before she gave a hard shake of her head. This place had blood rituals, she should have expected to smell blood here. But the crude scent was pushing memories into her, Kialsi did her best to keep her hands from shaking as she stood and put the fish onto the

Oberyn briefly escaped the grasp of his captors with a terrible, electronic howl of anguish. He crawled toward his smoldering companion, but the Crimson Paladins held him back. In the struggle, he managed to pry a weapon from one of them. He pressed the barrel upward with a hard thrust into the Paladin’s jaw and yanked on the trigger with a blood-drunk snarl. The Raider's head exploded instantly and its body rolled to the ground, twitching as the remnant nerves

Hey wake up! It’s your turn for fire watch! Came a furious whisper breaking the silence of my sleep. Stretching I sit up and rub my eyes.