Staring contest

“So how is this supposed to help me again?” [Name] drawled, her eyes slowly detaching from the giant bird towering above her and locking on Genos. Genos appeared unaffected by the presence of the bird he was holding down effortlessly with his hand, contrasting from [Name]’s nervous fidgets and the fact she was crouching behind the cyborg. “By being injured multiple times, you can increase your regeneration speed and not have to worry about injuries during a battle.” [Name] nodded slowly. She was

other for about a month now, he was going over records and came across you. Seeing you weren’t from around here, he made it upon himself to meet you. Sitting in your chair you looked back at the report. “Was this you?” you asked holding it up to him. Staring at the paper, he gave a confused look. “No, sorry pumpkin never seen it before.” letting out a loud sigh you opened the door. Gun still in hand, you fired at the ceiling. “Who. Wrote. THIS?” Someone meekly stepped out of line, almost as if they

Don´t be afraid she had said, You'll be fine. My friend's words repeated in my head as if someone poured glue on my ears and stuck the words on. A new school. A new reputation. Nothing to be afraid of. Right? Wrong. ¨Alexis!¨ my dad interrupts my dreary thoughts. My bed squeaks as I sit up and sigh. ¨What dad?!¨ The depressing thought leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. ¨Time for school!¨ he calls back. Right. It´s Monday. Also known as the worst day of my life, or as my parents like to call

anticipated event at the fair is the armor crafting contest. We are competing in the armor crafting contest this year and we are all confident in winning! The contest starts at 10:00 but we have to get there by 9:30 to prepare for the contest. There will be 6 skilled armorers including all four of us and two more who go by Gavin and Robin. The contest consists of three parts appearance, strength, and durability. In the morning we all prepare for the contest by eating a lot and packing because we might be

The Contest that was years in the making. Unimaginable pain ran thru my hand, a few seconds later I passed out. I had been shot thru my left wrist while on patrol around Kandahar Afghanistan in August 2011. This event would wind up taking many things from me. The hardest trial I would endure was to regain my range of motion and ability to lift weights. Weight lifting is one of the few sports that I love to do and have done since I was a child. It took almost 2 years of physical therapy and another

I worked on my contest diligently and I revised it multiple times before submitting it. I was sanguine about my final product, but I also didn’t want to get my hopes up too much in case the outcome was not what I was wishing for. On a chilly February morning, the business academy students, including myself, boarded a school bus headed for Greenville High School for the Regional BPA Awards Ceremony. Sitting in the very back row of the auditorium, I waited anxiously for my contest to be announced

This paper is based off my response to a fictional scenario. In this scenario, I am a struggling writer who has placed third in a writing contest held by the university I attend, and my fellow classmate in this scenario won the grand prize (Module 3 Lecture Pages, n.d.). However, I believe my classmate won the contest because he plagiarized one of my previously published stories, and now I have to face him at the awards ceremony (Module 3 Lecture Pages, n.d.). How I react to this fictional

Emily’s First Day of School 7:00 a.m. I wake up to the sound of my phone screaming in my ear. My mom is also yelling “Emily, turn that alarm off! Some of us are trying to sleep!” Today is the first day of school so my friends are all texting me. As I walk to the bathroom, I grab a skirt and a top that I hung up last night. My friends and I decided that we should all wear skirts on the first day of school. As I finish getting ready I grab my phone to look at the time. The time is 8:15, so I run downstairs

had just won first place in the oldest, most competitive sewing contest in the country! Something most people could only dream of had suddenly become my reality. So why wasn’t I happy? Why did I feel like I was being whisked off to prepare for the Hunger Games, groomed and fussed over by people who didn’t care about me? Stepping off the stage after being announced as the Ohio representative to the National Make It With Wool contest was thrilling. I would be traveling to Scottsdale, Arizona to compete

This environment also is perfect for a lead generation contest, as 70 percent of Pinterest users use the platform to get inspiration on what to buy (compared to 17 percent on Facebook). This creates an environment where people actively want the things they see. Tip #1: Ensure your Pinterest images are in portrait