Personal Narrative: My Hero's Destiny

She impulsive ran into the alley trying to remember the skills she learned. Grabbing the barrel of the gun and punching the man in the throat she finally got a good look at his face, and to her surprise it was her uncle. His eye contact was blazing almost as if a fire had been set in his soul. Aria quickly turned to look a the boy behind her. A feeling of pure disgust rang through her as she realized what she just saw, she spun around and a single thunderous gunshot could be

It slithered up his leg and started to squeeze him. The Rider yanked on it with all his might causing Dookie to fly back. Hitting his head on a tree, he lost consciousness. He regained conscious and hung onto a rock. His leg started to stain and ache since the Rider was pulling so hard.

He turned around and looked he was behind him and nothing. Gilgamesh was the other way behind him and stabbed him behind him and got his craws ready and scratched him but he missed. Next thing you knpow they srated the fight. The huge m9onster got stabbed 3 times and even cut his arm and still wont die.

What a waste of time.” “Well done.” I walked toward her while clapping my hands, “Very well done.” However, it was not exactly the correct way of approaching her.

I fucking hate her, but she still finds the need to stalk me and treat me as if I’m 5 years old. I pushed her off of me, making sure I was forceful. “Get the FUCK off of me and please, for the love of god, leave me alone.” Juliet’s pout descended further as she proceeded to shove her ungodly breasts in my face in an honest attempt at a hug.

Jackson uses another character connected to the black box to show again that people can come together again, but in a more negative manner. Jackson writes “Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. ‘It isn't fair,’ she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. ”(Jackson 34) After Mrs. Hutchinson drew from the black box she was thoroughly scared and nervous, The community once again came together but in an unexpected manner, the community killed Mrs. Hutchinson.

He laughed at his own joke, casually tossing the Kleenex behind him. “When I get out of here, I will make sure that the authorities tear this place apart, you little piece of -” I stopped suddenly as the guard’s gun came dangerously close to my right eye. Suddenly a growing suspicion coursed through my veins like a race car in a drag race. “What do you mean, if I ‘cooperate’ with the Cryogenic Apparatus? What exactly do you mean by

“Tell me dear, what is fear?” Bum bum “Distracting.” I replied to the woman with blonde hair. Her heart beat pounding in my head. A heart beat so like mine.

The snake was advancing so rapidly it could not halt before it smashed into the enclosure. I leapt off the serpent. A sudden fear washed over me, I just stood there, still. A few minutes later when I recovered from that escapade, I tried to find another corridor or passageway.

I’m hit again. I don’t understand what’s going on. Soon I’m being hit all over, pain exuding from all parts of my body. I open my eyes and see the barbarian staring at me. He swings his baton over his head and down aiming for my head

It was a gray day. The sun did not shine; it could not pierce the layers of powdery black skies along with the fog. The thick mist that was not really rain, or fog covered the southeastern corner of New Jersey. It was depressing, just like most days in the area surrounding the Overbrook Asylum. On the outside, Overbrook was a welcoming place where patients were treated with care along with respect; the inside was very different.

Massachusetts, 1692... what an awful time to be alive. Especially for a young, timid girl by the name of Clarabeth. Not exactly the most special of girls, just a hard worker for her family, an all around fair person. Unfortunately, Clarabeth woke from an unpleasant sleep with a start on a gloomy August twilight, to the sound of people shouting and an accused “witch” tied to a stake, crying with the force of a tidal wave, pleading to be let down.

Vibrant blue Today was gonna be different.. i knew it was, when Zach saw the sparking of an idea in my eyes.. it went off from there. Zach proceeds to sit down and slide down from his normal parking of his body in the cafeteria. I look at him and ask why he's moving and he replies with “There is s*** on the table.

Closed off, no stable relationships, no will to maintain having friends how are we supposed to see what Holden feels? In the Catcher in the Rye, by J. D. Salinger, Holden is afraid of being open with people and not willing to reveal his true thoughts. Throughout the story, Holden’s fears are revealed using strong figurative language. Salinger uses powerful symbolism to show Holden’s inner thoughts and fears of death and change. Holden is afraid of death and also afraid of change

~ I was running. Running for my life. They were gaining on me. I had to escape somehow. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, I scream as I tripped over a root.