The Untold-Personal Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

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

Regardless, the journey south continues where they find a house, full of valuables for the cold weather that the boy and father are able to garner. In this short time a group of cannibals arrive to the house they are in, and it is revealed that they are keeping a hoard of humans locked up in a cellar to feast on. Though the father is not as shocked as he would have liked to have been, the boy is absolutely horrified and is the key moment where the boy realizes that the world truly is dead. Both the father and son are able to sneak out of the house undetected, and are forced to wait in a bush near the house to keep from alerting anyone inside of their presence. Once they get back on the road, they stumble upon a patch of land full of apples, and a barn, which has fresh water stored underneath it. The spoils of their journey does the job in refreshing both the father and son, and gets them to their next destination. Arriving at a house that the father has decided they will camp at, he goes to do some exploring. In the exploring he manages to find a bomb shelter, never before plundered for its goods. The father and the boy load their cart full with food and wait a few days to spoil themselves at the bomb shelter. Once back on the road they run into an old man whom does not mean trouble unlike every other character in the road, but instead is seemingly lifeless and

At Roke Knoll, a school for wizards, Ged learned all aspect of magic. Most magic is illusions, so nothing that they learned to do would physically have an outcome. One of his friends, Jasper told Ged that he had more power than him at magicry, this filled Ged with acrimony. After this he knew he had to prove himself to Jasper, he closed his eyes and started reciting words that were foreign to all the flabbergasted spectators, even to Jasper. All a sudden no one could see anything, but heard the gut wrenching sound of Ged’s scream. Everyone ran and

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

More rustling came from the brush, and next, a bright fire blazed in the small circle of stones on the ground. With his luck, a practitioner of black magic stood nearby, ready and waiting to torture and kill.

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

“In case you haven’t noticed, that that is a book of magic you found in the woods, and magic is illegal in Camelot.”

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

He used what little magic he could and diverged a plan out of it. This shows that he’s being resourceful even though he has very basic training in magic by his aunt he still used what he knows to help. Ged also shows some

“Seeing Midgardian sorcerers follow the path of knowledge that I once trod makes me remember the joy of learning when I was much younger. And I have told you that the other realms have long underestimated humans. It is a delight to see again and again how wrong we were.”

In late September of 2010, was the year I learned a new word “Depression”! I was in 1st grade and everything was fun because I had no responsibilities or worries. I didn’t know how to feel grief for a long time because I was always happy. I didn’t know that a family member could own a child.

“You know exactly what I mean. They have lied to you and you’ve believed their lies. What idiots I’ve chosen to surround myself with,” he mumbled to himself. “Even though the legends have faded a little into obscurity, they’re still true. This boy—the boy of lore is the son of a great wizard. So instead of treating these people like intruders, you should have invited them to supper. Follow me. We’ll feast and celebrate your arrival.” He stood and groaned, “Ouch, my aching back.”