However, Pythias needed to have a hostage replace him. If he failed to return, then the hostage replacing Pythias would die. Damon volunteered to become the hostage. He held great faith in Pythias that he would come back, and he did. “Presently the excitement grew more intense still as a swift runner could be seen approaching the palace courtyard at an astonishing speed, and wild shrieks of relief and joy went up as Pythias, breathless and exhausted, rushed head long through the crowd and flung himself into the arm of his beloved friend…” (Russell, 1232).
We decided to attack each other at the end for a fun conclusion. As the new champions, we had to defend our post. People began climbing the bridge, so I grabbed a small piece of ice. I aimed it at the kid’s shoe, but as I threw he slipped and it nailed him in the head. He screamed in agony, and slipped off the bridge, and fell down the steepest part of the hill.
Whenever I tell someone that I am an Irish dancer, they always say something along the lines of, “Oh, like leprechauns?” and put their hands on their hips and kick their feet wildly in the air. Outside of the dance world, large numbers of people believe that that’s all Irish dancing is, but it’s actually the exact opposite. Imagine this: you are standing on stage, the rush of excitement and anticipation pumping adrenaline through your body like a race car speeding down a track. The harsh lights wash out all the faces in the audience. All you can see are the judges, ready to critique your every move.
We ran up the stairs and out onto the field to warm up. During warmups Coach Dietrich cam up to me and said, “You nervous?” “Yeah,” I replied, as I was as nervous as I’d ever been. “That’s good, you should be” he said and returned to the sideline. After warm ups we went to the sideline for the National Anthem. Then, we ran to the middle of the of the field as the announcer called our names, and t “Lets go boys, ball out on three, one, two, three,” Shouted Caleb as loud as a megaphone (simile), once the team reached the center.
5 With as much confidence as I could, I shouted my line like a yeti. Before I knew it, it was over. Like the sudden end to a great book. I stood for the applause, 10 Then trotted off the stage like a horse running for an apple. 10 lines *Simile: “as brave as a lion” (1), “shaking like a jackhammer” (2), “coursing through my veins like blood” (3), “shouted my line like a yeti” (6), “trotted off the stage like a horse” (10) “Crayola Nightmare” I sped home from work, Running stop signs and lights like there was no tomorrow.
All I hear is the crowd roaring. And all the sudden i’m hit out of bounds for a gain of 48 yards. Half time hits as the score is Dallas 28 and Patriots 34. Coach starts talking about the game and how we need to make a comeback, but all I can think about is the expression on the defender's face. The anger and tense on his face was unbelievable.
And I thought to myself “oh my god” because at the time, I was like 4 foot 7, and they were like 5 foot 2. I ran as fast as I could, to the end zone and I scored, and everyone went bananas, my whole team came dashing over to me, giving me high fives and shoulder bumps. But I just stood there silently, smiled, and thought to myself “Thanks
For almost a year I would daydream about different outcomes and had made my own ending to the book. Sooner or later I had finally had a moment of truth and realized if I had wanted that outcome that badly I would have to make a story with one. It had taken me a year or two to portray my vision thoroughly. I would start the story and continuously delete hundreds of pages because I strived for more. Bombing hope had a bountiful amount of changes over the
Preparing to step on the competition floor, "kids [fight] the mounting tension. Some [retch]; others [clasp] hands in prayer" (Campo-Flores). They compete for a score based on level of difficulty and execution. The tighter the flyer, and the more in-sync the higher the score. Just as a football, baseball, or basketball team would prepare for a game; cheerleading requires repetitive practices day in and day out to prepare the squad for competitions.
“ I want to see everybody on the field hustling and playing the game of soccer seriously so that we can bring home the trophy”, he said. “EVERYBODY ON THREE, 1 2 3 WARRIORS (everyone yelled). Coming off the sideline I felt that this game was going to be a devastating loss, but still had the gut feeling to play as hard as I could. FOOOH! Went the whistle as we started off passing the ball to each other.
Down set hut, the person I 'm guarding runs deep and I drop back. I see the ball in the air so I do what I’m supposed to do so I jump to get it. The best thing just happened to me, I caught it. The receiver tried to take it from me but I wouldn 't let go. While the defense walks back to the sideline everyones jumping on me like I’m famous.
Simon would have normally sprinted away in this situation, but since people were recording this it would just exuberate the whole ordeal. Simon 's fist connected with Paul 's face, so hard Paul flew through the curtains, and landed with a loud snapping sound. The snap was most likely the old floorboards cracking. Carl and Jones were coming towards Simon, so Simon got out of there. Simon
I saw a gap between two defenders and I made the run as my center mid played a perfect ball. After the 45 yard run, with a defender on my right side, I realized this is it. The hundreds of road trips, hours practicing, and the pain comes down to this. I took one touch and sent a blazing shot to the back post, upper 90. I stood in awe as I heard the crowd going insane.
I grabbed his hand and sat beside him, pulling out a small board game. “I’ll roll for you. You don’t have to get up.” I grinned as he stayed with me. My grandfather never usually talked to me or interacted with me because he was always too busy at work. Just then my grandmother came