I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud.
Directly after robotics club and procrastination, my favorite pastime is reading. Starting in elementary school I would pick up a book that intrigued me and read it through without ever setting it down. My reading habits got worse(or better depending on how you look at it) once my parents bought me a Kindle and gave me the means to purchase a book whenever I wanted to. Ultimately, my kindle led to some problems at school because I stopped paying attention in class in order to read. For instance, during 7th grade I never once paid attention in Texas History because I was too busy reading through whatever series of books I was interested in at the time. However, it has become crucial in English due to my lack of memory for when I forget to buy an assigned book.
Well today my friends and I was issued a challenge, by a mysterious challenger. No one at my table was going to take the challenge , but I spoke up at the last moment. It was me.. All the challenge was to cut off his head and if he survived, he could do the same to you. Of course it was random but I didn’t want to seem weak in front of my friends. I chopped his head off with a single swipe and I and his head fell off. I laughed a little bit after it.. but that all changed when he leaned over and picked his head back up after it being off his ..body. I was terrified because I know my fate was sealed at that moment. He said to meet me at the green chapel in a years time and one day. I set out for my adventure after saying my good byes. I just rode straight not knowing where to go
It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college. I took an ice cold shower and threw on a dress, making my way to Bowdoin 15 minutes late (and still sweating). I went through the motions of the Senior Dinner that night: I
Dreams, dreams, dreams a concept that people still cannot understand yet encounter every time they close their eyes with their warm grasp of their cotton blanket and count Mary’s little lambs. Soon, they drift off to deep slumber like how a bear sleeps during hibernation and dream of various things. Some may dream of sweets and happiness, some may dream of gold and wealth, and some others have ‘special dreams’ and our hero is one of them. Our soon to be hero sleeps in her small yet comfortable bed with her dog by her side snoring softly. The hero dreams of a nightmare filled with clouds of smog and flames consuming a town whole and as the flames burned and burned, cries and prayers of the villagers could be heard from
A hero’s journey is an adventure a person takes to improve himself or herself and his or her inner being. Many times the journey comes unexpectedly but other times it is a step one should take as they begin to grow up. There are three stages that take place in this journey; the separation, initiation and transformation, and the return. The heroine of this journey is a 35-year old woman from New York City. Her journey begins in her townhouse that is on the upper east side of the city that never sleeps. Blaze’s journey begins with something she is passionate about, and although she knows the challenges awaiting her will intimidate her, she is ready to take this challenging and life-changing journey.
Glory be to our Lord Christ Jesus! A pleasant good day to each and every one of you, who have graced us with your presence throughout our process of grief; we (Randolph’s family) want you to be cognizant that your noble efforts have not gone unseen and they are very much appreciated. We promulgate high accolades to the NYPD officers, Senator, Governor, and Mayor for their continual support and deeds of altruism. As it pertains to Randolph, our beloved, our beloved Randolph! He was a person that everyone who knew him could attest of him being dependable and enduring of fulfilling most of his promises; he was a person of quiet resolve (inner strength). Make no mistake of this quietness, in no way does it represents timidnes, however, on the
The sun glistened in the daybreak and a dark figure appeared on the foreground, and moved gracefully across the pathway, nearing the bench that presided at my side. My eyes scoured upward as he neared and the sun blinded me, but not before I saw the figure, a man, glance my direction and change his course. He was wrapped in an opaque tunic that countered the illuminated color of his hair, it was a halcyonic gold that glistened against the flare of day. His trousers were khaki color that exalted the man’s frame. Once my eyes cleared and I was able to open them the man was closer than before and I was able to see his face much more clearly. His face was stern, yet pleasing to my eyes. The color of his eyes were yet to be revealed, yet I could see the secrets that they held through the small smile that cornered at his lips.
“I went from ‘I hate how I see myself in the mirror, I am constantly analyzing myself, talking down myself, like about negative thoughts,’ to… at the end of that time, I was like, ‘Okay, I just wanna dance to music and feel like I’m moving… you know?’ and by that time I also kinda sorted out my weight issues. Not on purpose. It just kinda happened with becoming happier.” (Larissa)
The 1980’s often referred as the “Go-Go Eighties” was a time of prosperity and entertainment, especially in Technology, Politics, and Toys. People in the decade had the time of their lives. Kids had fun with new video game consoles and toys while parents could spend the evening watching a movie at home on CD or watching the news with cable television. The 1980’s created a new conviction in the future of its people.
Magic the Gathering has had a big impact on my life. I started playing a few years ago, and to be honest, when I first started playing, I never would have thought I would enjoy it as much as I do today. I constantly create and edit decks, making strategies and thinking of how to make a deck as versatile and strong as possible. No deck is perfect, but with the right strategies you can prevail, much like how life is. When playing the actual game, I enjoy thinking on my feet and coming up with ideas to defeat new opponents. Playing MTG has introduced me to some of my best friends, and has helped me with my confidence in social situations.
One can only wish that the world was ending. In this sense, our true selves arise from the pile of debris that was once life’s structure. It happens in every novel from Middle School book club; we’re all protagonists. If only one could prove themselves in an epic feat, not through an SAT score. We have the courage to stick it to an imaginary dystopia, but once senior year rolls around we aren’t too sure about courage. Bubble sheets and alarms set for five forty-five on weekdays are the structures that hold us back from “epic heroism.” True courage is attending school everyday and excelling. Seeking help from teachers. Reading the assigned books. These are the opportunities given to us, and while not glorious, are more challenging than anything Katniss Everdeen has ever done. We have to be heros of circumstance; this is not a ‘choose your own adventure.’ Challenge things that are easy because we must have trust in ourselves.
“AHH!” i screamed as yet another ‘monster’ had popped up in my face. I hated this, I hated how i let my friends trick me into going in the haunted house that was at the fair. I flinched as yet another person dressed up to be something scary popped up in my face. i couldnt take this, i hate scary things. i turned a corner only to be jump-scared by a creepy girl that had fake blood all over her and a knife in hand i whimpered and thought to myself “when will it be over?”. i turned another corner only to be greeted with a clown with a chainsaw i quickly turned around and ran the other way with the clown on my heels. My heart was pumping so hard i culd hear it in my ears i looked behind my back and still saw the clown chasing me but when i turned
When I was a kid, my cousin/godbrother and I really love playing video games. Video games were like an everyday drug we need to stay alive. Without video games we would have been very bored, especially when no one outside to play with. Whenever a new video game got released we will find any kind of way to get that game, but we had got a unique lessen after this and it was patience.