Timothy's Death-Personal Narrative

once upon a time there was a little boy named Timmy, Timmy was scared, there was an epidemic Going around that could devastate whole cities in the matter of days, he was in one of which. The disease was spreading so rapidly, the speed it was going can make a car look like it's trekking. Timmy was in fear for his life with his family, momma Rose, and poppa Bobby. The news reports estimate about 1000 people die an hour world wide, and it had spread to their city. The disease evicted people from their homes. One day the news had a precise way on how the disease was spreading, they weren't being impartial about it, the shared it with all other nations and everyone and country. they thought it was irrelevant, not knowing how deadly this disease

In the united states, we’re asked to serve our country and defend it when needed. Then we, as civilians, expect these poor soldiers to come back and be normal as if they didn’t just witness a massacre. Violence is a killer and we’ve lost many hero’s because of it. Navy seal Chris

The smoke is filling up more rooms. It’s very hard to see. We have two animals, but where’s the third? She’s nowhere to be found and it’s not safe to stay inside. My dad has breathed in so much smoke. “I just want to lay down Bailey,” he states. He can’t lay down, we are almost to the door. Sirens are blaring from the fire trucks outside. Volunteer firefighters are running in without gear on to try and fight this fire themselves. In a small town, everyone knows everyone and they want to do whatever they can to help out.

Starting from the beginning of Timothy’s existence, the lack of a leading male figure in his life began to shape him as an individual whom would subsequently loathe figures of authority. This is displayed numerous times during Timothy’s life, specifically

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

Today was the day we were heading back from Hell. It has been an amazing five days with, Kevin, Corrie, Fi, Lee, Robyn and Homer. I was the only one who was allowed to drive the Landie. It was Dad’s orders and I followed them. It was really weird on the last night of our camp there were these low flying planes with no lights on. They were flying so low that we could see the marks on them. The marks weren’t ours. By the time I’d finished writing that down it was time to go. We’d finished packing that Landie and started to head off. I had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right about those planes I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We were home before I knew it. Something was wrong the dogs weren’t barking. When we came

Father was on that ship. But more importantly, I needed to help the injured. I saw an old man being shot at. I ran to go help him, but… “BAM” I heard a tremendous boom, and then I heard nothing at all.

One day, Crock was playing with a friend when he saw a green light. It was not normal to see; it was a ship. It was scary. Crock’s friend came and saw it too. They went inside; it was so creepy.

We were going to our neighbors on a hot day and all I was wearing was a messy bun, eyeliner, mascara, baggy T-shirt tucked into my high waisted jean shorts, and black converse. I was thinking about what I was going to do afterwards since the neighbor kids were only 7 and 4, until a scrawny little “Meow” was ahead of me. I froze to see a little kitten in the road staring at a car. All my thoughts vanished except for one: I had to save that cat. It brought me back 3 years ago to when I had my other cat, Swiper. He died and it was my fault.

When we reached the harbor, we walked down the long wooden bridge. The water below was was brackish, so we could only see halfway down to the bottom. That was when I saw a large slow moving grey piece of lumpy rubber. I called my family to come see the mass of rubber. When they had all come, something amazing happened. A small whiskery snout and

Two years ago I would never have thought that he would be dead now and that she would be happily smitten by somebody else.

All I knew was that he was gone, but not his body. I came to the conclusion that I should burn it, so I did. I pulled up my torn and ragged sleeves and proceeded to search the yard or things to build a fire with, a fire big enough to get rid of his wretched body. I dragged his lifeless corpse over to the fireplace and watched as it caught aflame. I sat there just staring at it for hours on end, adding more fuel to the fire when need be. Soon the early morning came, but the bones remained stricken of his rotten flesh so I attempted to smash them to bits upon the stone, and succeeded other than a few big pieces which I stashed away under the floor and stone. The ashes were everywhere and overflowing so I carried what I could out upon the brink of exhaustion and soon enough fell

First, It all started when I wokwas watching YouTube while my mom and brother were at the vet because my cat was acting and deeply breathing weird. Then, I got a random call from my brother and said they had to put our cat Kittles down. I thought everything was going to be fine because I thought my cat was a little sick… but I was wrong. It was a somber and gloomy couple of weeks.

I dropped the fish bowl in fear of not making it out the forest alive. I picked up the castle, then ran back to the door to get my stuff. I hopped into the truck and drove away along the path. I wanted to pause the world and cry, but the fire would have dried them fast than I would created them. Someone must have called the fire department because once I was out of the forest, there were police officers and firefighters around. The EMT checked me out to make sure I was ok, but my health didn’t concern me. I’d never see my cabin again, but what mattered most was never seeing Qura, my first best friend,

Twenty six years ago in 1989 a three year old girl watched her father get arrested. My father was dropping me and my older brother off to our mother. We were standing outside of the building my mother lived in while my father was yelling and banging on the doorbell to get my mother to come down and get us. Nobody ever came to the door to get us. The police were called and when they got there they arrested my father. The police put my father in a paddy wagon while my brother and I were put into a police car. I remember that all I kept doing was screaming and crying I wanted my daddy. As soon as we got the police station I saw my mother standing at the desk signing some paperwork. While my mother was signing the paperwork me and my brother were able to see my father. My father was handcuffed to the bench in the police station. Yes, I was only three but seeing my father like that broke my heart. That day my mother had my father arrested and that is also the same day that my mother signed her rights away to her two children. That is also the same day that my brother and I became wards of the state. During the time of me and my