Underdark Narrative

“The men we sent to aid you said when they got there; the entire village was destroyed, still burning in a white fire. When they found you, you are standing over his body, your blade glowing a brilliant radiance while it was still plunged into that creature, and you unconscious still gripping the blade as if you’d die if you let go it,” explained High Marshal Macharius, as he strode from his sentinel position to the edge of Agernath’s bed.

I ran out of the cave with everything I had while wads of what looked like mud landed with a thwack all around me. My confusion didn't last, as a wad smacked into my leg. The burn was intense; It was spitting flesh eating bile at me.

This is Abdulftah Yahia. I want to let you know that I have completed my student teaching and will complete my degree by August. I will be a certified teacher in Social Studies by the upcoming school year. As you know, I would love to teach at Strong. I believe my connection with the students and parents makes it an ideal situation for me. As a person who grew up in Yemen and in Melvindale, I could help the students adapt to their new surroundings. In addition, I am familiar with many of the Yemeni families living in Melvindale. I would love to help in fostering our overall development as a community in terms of education and assimilation. All in all, I am confident in my abilities to work with students and find myself to be a strong candidate

As I stared into the raging fire I felt the pulsing heat of it on my skin, patiently waiting for the metal to get to the right temperature, after what felt like hours I started to hammer out the metal but with every strike sweat poured out of my body the weight of the hammer felt like a ton when it was only 10 lb, then I looked up to wipe my brow of sweat, now realizing it was the middle of the night so I set the next iron bar in forge and added some coal then turned back to my work, I picked up the sword and set it in a pot of oil for a split second hardening the metal as I poled it out the blade was on fire at first I was a little spooked but then as the flame burnt out the sword was a tinted blue the and wondered what is the king going

Before I knew it, his chest was against my left shoulder. This time hurt more than the last. It stung, it burned, it made my chest ache and ache, but it was not nearly as painful as the ache I felt knowing I was a puddle. My breath was knocked from my lungs in a haze of onyx, swirling smoke, engulfing my vision before dissipating and leaving me to deal with the aftermath of his attack. I was forced backwards again (again, again, time after time, my life was running in circles, I was a broken, repeating record, again, again, AGAIN). I felt his teeth on my neck again, multiple bites, some stinging and some bruising. But after having felt his teeth before, they did not hurt as much as the second time. I figured this attack would be a rehash of the one that preceded it, but Volterra proved to pull a bit of creativity out on me. The earth beneath my left hind hoof moved up and sent the rest of my body falling to the right, the force of his chest aiding my

“I dare you to run through the labyrinth wearing a dress!” Next to me my friend Sophia started laughing so hard that her wings started flapping and her lion's tail patted me on the back. Carl’s nostrils flared and he started breathing hard. His horns turned bright red like they always do when he gets angry.

I always say to my family, “One day we will cross la frontera!” Living in Guadalajara, Mexico was not for the faint of heart. My family didn’t have much money and it was hard watching them sleeping on dirt floors. Mama, Roberto, and Francisco deserved better that what they had. I always imagined us crossing over to the beautiful United States. I knew one day we would cross that border so my family could have a better life.

I like to think there are four levels of procrastination. The first is false security, the “I still have plenty of time, I can finish this later.” The second is laziness, the thoughts like,“I should probably get this started. Nah.” Next comes denial and excuses such as, “I would start this, but I’m doing something else right now.” and, “I’m just taking a little break.” Then finally the crisis stage, the stage during which you stay up all night long in order to finish the homework assignment you had all day to do. Because of this, the hardest part of my daily routine was the time when I knew I needed to start my homework, but I truly wanted to keep watching shows on Netflix. This wouldn't be as difficult if it weren't

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

After visiting the courthouse and checking up on new leads, Iris finally had a moment to sit down at her desk. She was finally feeling like her old, healthy self. The cold was officially gone. As she opened up her notes she began typing vigorously. The current story was a high school student who had just passed because of a h*** overdose. She could not believe that such young kids in her city were dying at the hands of drugs. Moments like this made her appreciate Joe's strict parenting and the absence of her drug addicted mother. As much as Iris liked to keep an objective perspective when it came to her work, sometimes she could not help but get attached to the personal lives and stories. Today for instance, she visited the courtroom for the

It was a bright hot summer day here in Little Pine First Nation, where the events took place. The chief and councillor’s had organized a fun filled day with family and friends spending it with one another. As the hot dreadful heat of the day goes by slowly the community is together as one enjoying the music blasted. The bass was pounding on my concession booth the good old country music that everyone likes. Kids are screaming, parents are cheering, cars and trucks are ramming, horses are stomping as they too are getting excited for the big day to start.

As I sit on the floor of my bedroom, I prepare myself for a life changing week. My dark black suitcase is right next to me. I have my packing list in one hand and a red pen in the other. I cross out the items that I already have. I make sure that I have everything I need for a week at summer camp. Every summer since 5th grade, I have gone to Skyview Ranch in Millersburg, Ohio. It is a week of laughing until my stomach hurts and powerful words that change my mind forever.

The movie, The Mask You Live In, brought up some very intriguing points regarding gender roles in men and its effects. In the beginning the speakers in the movie talked about how the use of words and phrases: such as “be a man”, “why are you crying”, or “grow a pair” has a demeaning effect of today’s youth. I find it may not affect all children, or not even a majority of them, however, it does have an impact on the ones who are more sensitive. These select few may feel like they will never live up to the expectations of society. More importantly they may feel like they will never be as good as their father, who is the ultimate measuring stick as to what it means to “Be a man.”

Everyone, at some point in their life has been exposed to or; witnessed some type of bullying. Since this type of behavior is traditionally witnessed, victims has a means of accusing the other student. Technology is undeniably apart of everyday life, especially in that of today’s youth. Cyberbullying has become a nationwide epidemic due to the dramatic impact technology has on communication in our society.

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a