Personal Narrative: The Fighting Moth

Over the summer about two weeks after school ended, my friends and I were hiking.My friend told us to rest on the rocks on our way to a cave.While we were resting on the rock we had a rattle and dint know what it was until it was near my friends foot.The rattlesnake was near my friends foot and when it rattle we looked around and saw the snake and we ran before it bit any of us.My friend ran so fast down the hill and ran for long time even though we were long gone from the snake.This was going to be fun but it transformed into a snake scaring my friend to make him from hiking on that day.Big transformations can create fear like the three stories below.In the story “Where is Here” use ordinary and unordinary transformations of the setting,which shows how easily it can change.

Hello I 'm Jimmie Branscum. I 'm going to talk about when I turned into Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly . Back in 1939 I was in a war vs Isis. They threw tear gas and I fainted. When I woke up there was no one there. I felt something strange in my body.

I haven’t had to many encounters with the homeless, besides giving money to some people on the street. I knew some people throughout high school that were homeless, but not necessarily on the street. I’ve let old friends sleep at my house, if they hadn’t anywhere to go. Living on the street, you have to learn and adapt to new living environments and survival skills. It seems as if knowing how to act can also be of use, and is used with lots of people on the streets, according to to, Launa Lea, in her story on, The Moth.

I’m a city girl. I love the variety of people, the bright lights, and the spectacular buildings that tower overhead. So, you can imagine my surprise when my parents informed me that I’d be spending the summer with my aunt, uncle, and cousin in a large town in Texas. The last time my cousin Tamara came to visit me, she told me about the beautiful scenery around the state. She explained how she often goes to rodeos with her parents. I told her that the closest thing I have ever done to riding a bull is when I rode a mechanical horse outside of a store. Although I was unsure about what to expect, I could not wait to try something new for the summer.

His adventures were just about to begin. With his new reputation as the salamander, evil creatures suddenly became a problem for the people of New Atlantis. Since in the middle of Southern Ontario no one cared for this lonely city. This city was always in the shadows of the great Toronto. To the citizens of this city, It was always a source of bad luck. No one went there and came back to their town, at least not alive. There were few bodies each week coming in parcels saying they were from Toronto. New Atlantis was also along the coast of Lake Ontario. Zack (salamander) lived in this city and protected it from the evil creatures. Finding out about the disappearance of many people, he set out on a journey to Toronto. He needed to know about

Amy Chua also believes that children owe their parents. She explains "...the understanding is that Chinese children must spend their lives repaying their parents by obeying them and making them proud" (263). I will admit, that this took me off guard. There are many things that my children do that give me pride, but very little of it has to do with them being indebted to me.

“The Death of the Moth”, written by Virginia Woolf, is a story about a Moth that undergo the way of death. This was very interesting to know and seem like something I like to know about. It could catch a lot of people attention and would like this story.

The Gila Monsters was a robotics team without a programmer. Tasked with writing the code for the competition, the team had no knowledge base to glean from, no other programmers and no programming mentors. I was given the FRC Software Resources and told to do my best. LabVIEW was slightly familiar to me, as I had trained under our programmer during my freshman year, but had only been peripherally involved. The team was now depending on me for this robot to perform. The mechanics were there, the electronics were there, but our robot had no brain. Resources in hand, I went to work, reading, studying, writing, testing, failing, and repeating. After much trial and error, we had an intelligent robot that responded to the movements invoked by the joystick controller. Charged with a mission, a desire to learn, a drive to succeed and a commitment to the team, we eked out a functioning robot that accomplished the duties of the year’s competition. The six week build season was soon over and it was time to “bag and tag” the robot, still I continued my research. Between the stop build day and our competition, I immersed myself in all things robotic, looking to improve performance.

In the small town of D’Qar, Greece, a small group of five people(and a horse) assembled in a magnificent palace. These five people were Peter Parker, Rey, Bruce Wayne, Isabella Moodz, and Luke Skywalker. All five of these people had very different personalities. Peter Parker was a very smart, shy

"I 'll follow you, damn it! Just stop!" You ran past the bear and kept following the path of splotches before you, however, due to the fog, you couldn 't see what 's ahead. Suddenly, the fog disappeared and you exited out of a forest. Your feet dragged themselves through the new found snow until you reached a cliff. Snowflakes were falling and ahead of the cliff, there was nothing. 'Ah, what now? ' You pondered before screaming at a painful force jabbing your side. You were pinned to the snowy ground and you twist and flailed at your captor 's grip. "Let go of me!" You commanded before actually focusing your vision

One day I was outside shooting hoops and a moth showed up out of nowhere. The moth flew right by me and landed. One second later, the moth stung me. I sprinted inside and locked myself in my bedroom. Then I started freaking out because I got stung by that moth. A few minutes later, I calmed down and said, “Nothing was going to happen.” I laid down on my bed because I didn’t feel well. The reason why I think I wasn’t feeling well was because that moth stung me. I fell asleep and when I woke up it was morning. I believe the reason why I felt different was because the moth stung me the day before. I stood up and walked over to the mirror in my room. I couldn’t believe what I saw in my mirror. My transformation had begun.

Enapay perched himself on a rock at the mouth of the cave that jutted over the scrub grasslands of the white man’s grave yard and studied the flight of the ravens before him. This was not the first time he had done this, as he loved to watch them sweep across the sky in their dizzying patterns and listen to their sharp caws projecting back and forth to each other. One swooped in front of him and he called out to it.

One of the most exaggerated powers among the superheroes in the Marvel universe belongs to Spider-Man: Spider feelings. In comic books, spider feelings are portrayed as tingling in the mind of Spider-Man when danger comes near. According to the size of the danger, this feeling can increase to such an extent. When the spider feelings combine with Spider-Man's proportional agility, it makes him a tough opponent. Because many of them avoid dangerously reflexively. Therefore, even a combination of six super criminals like Sinister Six can fight at the same time.

5:30 in the morning, my alarm went off, usually I would complain but today was different I get out of bed, had a bath and double checked the bags I had packed the night before. Spare socks, check. Bandaids, check. Torch, check. Going down the list making sure everything was there. When it came time to leave, a swarm of angry butterflies found a home in my stomach tormenting me with every movement. But it was too late to pull out now, I had to keep going, they were relying on me. There we were, standing in a freshly mown field full of people, all with their own reasons for doing this. As I stood there they hit me again, the angry butterflies intensified by the magnitude of what I was about to take on. I thought to

Once an old croon prophesied that Satan would one day rule earth, if only he could have all the angels in heaven. She of course was old and grey, and because of her fraying mind, liked to shout her belief from her rooftop. This landed her burning at the stake, her prophecy the only thing remaining. No one believed it.