Personal Narrative Essay

The character Crane-man in the novel “A Single Shard”, by Linda Sue Park, is Tree-ear’s close friend and companion. Crane man is very important to Tree-ear and Tree-ear is very important to Crane-man. Someone would think one of Crane-man's personalities is that he is observant. Crane man is observant of his environment and others. One example that supports that Crane-man is observant is, “‘...truly a felicitous combination. Soft bean curd—crunchy cucumber. Bland bean curd—spicy cucumber. That women is an artist.’”. Crane-man could determine and name what foods were in the meal Tree-ear brought home to him from Min’s house. Crane-man also knew what parts of the meal that went together. The statement “‘The worst of winter, snowmelt, spring

Since the beginning of time, fathers have been one of the key figures in a boy 's life. In the poems, “Those Winter Sundays” by Theodore Roethke, “My Papa’s Waltz” by Robert Hayden, and "Digging" by Seamus Heaney, the love between a father and his son are shown in a variety of ways. These three wonderful poems inspire people, especially fathers and sons, to have deep relationships with one another. The words written by Roethke, Hayden, and Heaney show that it is difficult to keep a relationship strong between a father and his son, because even the smallest mistake can destroy it. Each of these poems demonstrate, in their own way, the complicated and strong love between a father and his son.

The moon was the only witness, along with the stars. They were the only ones that would know, and they wouldn 't tell. The ground was moist from the rain that had come early in the morning, and by the fog that stayed since then. The shovel scraping against stray rocks in the ground was too loud, and I feared that someone would hear. The hole in the ground looked like a bottomless pit, where no one would ever find a body.

Dusk had come, silent, ceremonious, which brought her painful but pleasant memories in the diminishing light. Her shaking hands and arthritic fingers from the passing of time were holding the record player’s metal arm. The stylus hopped, moving lightly and quickly over damaged grooves from excessive use, landing very deep in the vinyl recording. She attempted again, one of her hands embracing the other, to the point where the overture’s rewarding hop and crepitation signified the precise spot. The incongruous speakers passed a faint melody of music.

After escaping from Polyphemus’s cave, Odysseus, and his crew were looking for their ship. “Oh, Captain!” exclaimed the worried men that stayed on the ship. “Are you alright sir, where have you been?”

It was a beautiful day for the beautiful game of baseball to be played in the friendly confines of Wrigley Field, Chicago: breezy, sunny, but not a scorching hot, sweat-bead kind of day. Merely six miles south of Wrigley Field, we boarded the CTA purple line el train, along with clusters and clusters of Chicago Cubs fans also getting on each and every rail car from who knows where. But, let me tell you, I was in awe; I have never been with so many true fans who knew, not only baseball, but knew the Cubs!

“So, what was life like before you met me?” Theodore asked Frank. Frank as very careful to only tell him about the last year or so of his life but didn’t mention anything about his old life. Frank stuttered “I-I was alone. Le-ft to die. I salvaged for food and took shelter in what wa-was left of the mans- I mean house.” SCREECH! The car came to a dead stop! “Franklin! What aren’t you telling me?!” Lt. Theodore Thomas asked with alarm and curiosity all rolled into one as the truck started up again. One of the guards had taken out his pistol as they continued their journey through the countryside.

It’s spring now and the winter was terrible let me tell you. There were 10 people dying every day from starvation or freezing to death or disease it was terrible. When we were marching there from the last battle we heard that there was going to be food there for 8 months turns out there was only food for 8 days. General Edwin and a bunch of other soldiers and commanders asked if they could leave and George had to let them go he just asked them if they would come back in the Spring ready to go. Hundreds of soldiers deserted valley Forge and went back home to their families. George was the only general that never slept he always was helping us out we were all sick and cold and he did everything he could have. George kept calling in supplies

"Are you reading this? If you are, then you have woken. You have been in a coma for 23 years. Everything you've ever seen, felt, heard or tasted was a hallucination. Your friends weren't real. Neither were your wife, your children. Your family. The world had ended, and you were the only survivor. Chances of survival are extremely low for you in the next Century. You are survivor number 50. The last one. 49 have been killed, with no traces. Wiped from the face of earth.

Early in his life Boy stated “I threw a snowball at you, and I guess it gave you a good smack.”

Today was a totally different day; for the first time the sky wasn't pitch black covered with smoke everywhere, and there was no noise coming from the fighter jets, or guns, there were people repairing the broken up houses and filling up the trenches that were once considered useless to fix. For the first time in a very long time old Jenking's bar was open, and there was noise of partying and laughter coming from there.

So you might sAY what is the great "element war" for you i gusee i have to explain it. So in this universe that im in most people have elemental powers. Fire,water,wood,light,and dark. So you might be saying what is this and i would have to tell you this when one of the elements gets on the other element there is usally a war. Let me tell you the conversation that made the great war happen.

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you again, Levi. Please do drop by again.”

I smile as I carefully free my hair, nearly dropping my already damp cap in the process, and unzip my puffy, black coat. Encouraged, the wind blasts through my hair and through my thin cotton shirt, freezing the sweat to my body and soothing sore muscles. Laughing, I spread my arms, and flop back onto a soft, cool bed. From down here, the snowflakes seem to plummet to the

“Oh, ok. Matthew? Mama? What do you think about this?” He turned to look at the rest of his family.