Zeld 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.

His soft, gentle, fingers trailed a flame down my arm as he let them trace it down to my hand that lay across my stomach. I sighed, content in our lovemaking. Myles’ blue eyes showed his satisfaction in having pleasured me so well. We both knew that it would not last long- it never did. Just his eyes upon me, initiated pleasurable pulsations that began deep in my pleasure place and then traveled through my body. When he licked his lips, I felt it down there… He knew I would soon want him inside me again and the curl of his lip showed his pompous, superiority over all things sexual. He leaned over me and let his tongue trace around the nipple of my left breast before he nibbled at it with his lips and then suckled tenderly. When I began to moan softly, he took my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of my desire. His hand left my breast and traveled down to the soft fleshy mons between my thighs. Slowly and gently, he probed until he had me begging him to penetrate me. I wanted his large phallus inside me, but he continued to tease, his lips trailing fire over my body; he wanted me to beg for it.

“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.

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.

I have been challenged by all of my professors to continuously go deeper with my work. However, this week something different came about because when a visiting artist and curator visited. The curator said “A lot of my students are good at showing things one way but not multiple ways.” This affirmation settle in my spirit because currently I am working to find different ways to express loneliness and examine it from the many angles and avenues it has to offer.

It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

Firstly, Connell builds suspense by lining the story with foreshadowing. As Rainsford is searching for land, he hears “the sound of an animal in extremity of anguish and terror” and a pistol shot, found to be of a “twenty-two...a light gun” not designed for hunting such a large animal as it had evidentially shot. This brings him to the conclusion that there are men on the island—but “what kind of men, in so foreboding a place” (16)? At this vague yet unnerving remark, readers are reminded of the island’s reputation and anxiously speculate who—or what—could give it such a bad name. They remember how frightened even the hard old captain is of this place, and they fear for Rainsford’s safety. Further on, after Zaroff foils all three of the traps

When there is a person who has the power to either save the world or destroy it, they tend to be rather influential and fascinating. For this creative journal, I chose to represent Josh. Josh is a noteworthy character. He has an ongoing internal battle deciding whether he wants to side with Flamel or Dee. Both Flamel and Dee are mysterious in Josh’s eyes. The reader is swayed believe that Flamel is the righteous figure and Dee is the devious figure thus far, but there is no concrete certainty. Josh also deeply envies his sister’s powers after she was awoken.

I noticed it was getting harder to finish assembling my gun; I was losing the outside light. The sun was already setting, even though it was just after three. I remembered when I had gone to Middle School, during winter, of having to walk through Arkham's icy atmosphere instead relaxing in the warm luxury of riding in the car, which we'd sold to defray, in part, another of the old man's expeditions, this time to Nepal in search of the legendary Plateau of Leng. Such dangerous destinations meant nothing to me at the tender age of thirteen, of course, except in that I could no longer bask in the warmth of the Nexus's heater.The Eastern horizon would be barely beginning to lighten by the time I reached the gate. I got home just after

My CNTRL-Z happened 4 weeks ago. It was when I broke my leg. I was at my moms friends house babysitting at the time. I was just leaving the house I slipped down 2 stairs. Than, me, my mom, and Austin went to the hospital. The people working at the hospital took my x-ray. And told me that my leg was broken. Although, when I was at the hospital, the doctor wasn’t there at the time. He was around the area still so he came back to help me. I thought it was pretty awesome, that he would come back for me.

    It was six A.M. on a beautiful yet brisk Saturday morning and I was fast asleep. Suddenly I was ripped from my blissful dream world by the incessant blaring of my alarm. Groggy, I shut off the alarm and stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast. I had a light breakfast consisting of warm cinnamon toast and butter so as to not upset my stomach during the looming Cross Country race.

Dogs have always been considered loyal, best friends that would never leave your side. I got my first one on my 8th birthday. A doberman pinscher with huge paws and only a few months on their back. She was a gorgeous dog with a sleek black, shiny coat and symmetrical brown spots on her body. Two on her chest, two above her eyes, and then brown fur cascading through her legs as if they were streams of water. My mother and I named her “Zlata”, meaning priceless in Russian.

I thought the rule of “once bitten, twice shy,” applied to everyone. Well, right now it seems like it’s ALMOST everyone. All thanks to Sagar Poudel who turned the tables on my long-term imagination. His introverted nature, bookworm spirit, and outstanding affection for others, made me feel like I was in a deep and intimate conversation with myself. But the only thing that prevented me from freaking out, apart from his constant love for family, is the fact that he “never holds a grudge against anyone”. At least, that was what I was being told whilst I stared into his eyes in search of clues of fear or emotional imbalance. Surprisingly, I found none.