Try or Die- Personal Narrative Essay

On my right was a small chest containing a rusty iron shortsword which was basically useless.

I have always been stuck on tough decisions, but never as big as this one.

to live much more happy but I assure that no one disturb, I know how to die that’s why I do the things that make me alive I am a working student to sustain or to continue my studies because

I push open the door, we have no need for locks way out here. Thieves only ran wild in the city.

in my life. It was not because I wished that I would not have joined the Army and done this, but I

Life is full of decisions, which are both easy and hard. My parents' stories of escaping persecution from a

The door was devilishly simple, but I knew the kind of security that I would actually be dealing with. For instance, I knew I couldn’t even touch the door without

It just stuck like glue in my mind about the choice that could wreck my life, or help it. I thought I would be up forever. I just couldn’t decide of what to do. Luckily I got to sleep, still had a huge choice to make. I turned to Cole and Tally for help because the decision would affect them also. There were a lot of mixed feelings in the room at that moment, stay with the safe, familiar choice or take a chance on an exciting opportunity. It seemed like ages before we talked about it again but we decide it would really good that we go to GCA,

Deliberately, I stepped my way up the stairway to the entrance. There was no door, only a vast hole where someone had once stood. I carefully placed my fingers on the door frame when I felt a tingling

inevitably the darkest moments of my life and are still serving as a blueprint, for

needed to be made. Needless to say,the choices I’ve made weren’t always what people considered the

There was a switch on the side as he entered and he turned on the lights immediately. He then checked that the door handle on the inside would work before he closed the door. He was quite wary now of locking himself inside anything.

Approaching the home I clutched my fist as hard as I could and then slowly lift my hand and knocked three times on the large black door. A

That’s when I saw the door open. I swore I locked it, I shrugged it off anyways. The person who came in had

I fumbled around in the darkness and felt the moist damp wall. Using the wall as a guide, I walked against the wall until I found a small narrow