Personal Narrative: The Invasion
The Invasion
Once a pawn a time there was a kid his name was jehoshaphat his home base teacher was stitz one day when he was eating lunch he 's friends said “look at those mashed potatoes” “what about them” jehoshaphat said “there bubbling” “wow” jehoshaphat and his friend did not eat them the rest of the day all the students looked weird the rest of the day when it was social studies something was wrong then he noticed a kid turned to a zombie they all most cornered them then “run to the door!” his friend said they looked through the window and saw “the kids are eating mr stitz” they were so freaked out they looked in mr jolliffe room and mr
jolliff was gone then BOOM the door blasted open full of zombies “we need to go jehoshaphat”
Personal Narrative: The Great Battle
557 Words | 3 PagesCrackle, pop the fire sounded as I placed new logs on top of the hot embers. This was the fire the children of my village sat around and told stories before they went to sleep, and tonight was no different. All of their eyes stared at me expectantly as they waited for me to start telling them a story. “Two Rivers Running, tell us the Story of the Great Battle again,” the little ones asked. All eyes were on me as I sat down next to them, everyone silent as I told them the story of the Great Battle.
Diction In A Separate Peace
737 Words | 3 Pages“Which army, Quackenbush? Mussolini’s?”Show how they joke about the war even though it 's a real thing. They make fun of Quackenbush. John Knowles uses the prospect of war as a joke in this situation. “Naw, he’s a Kraut.”
Personal Narrative: The Mindless Monster
92 Words | 1 PagesMckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well.
Personal Narrative: Get To The Border
582 Words | 3 PagesOnce the grey stormy clouds started rolling on the horizon, something was coming. The smell of smoke was in the air and the grounds started shaking. That’s when everyone started running. It was another bomb attack where all the buildings were falling and people were fleeing. With all the chaos of people trying to run with their families, leaving everything behind to get to a safe place I had to stop.
Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front
950 Words | 4 Pagessaid “Hi.” Salika said as he walked away 25 weeks later “I have somehow survived training with no friends at the beginning now I have to friends named Chicken man and monkey man and they are both making it to the war like me.” Salika said “Hey Salika get up we get our guns and armor today.” Chicken said “Ok ok I will get up.” said Salika as he yawned and got out of bed “Where is Monkey.”
World War Z Themes
1825 Words | 8 PagesWorld War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War is a tale following forty-three citizens ' experiences with the Zombie War from across the world. The Zombie War required people from every nation to develop new war tactics and separate all differences in order to come together to fight their true enemy. This war incorporated themes of change, fear, politics, man versus nature, war, love, and prejudice that allow the reader to see how they relate to their own daily life. Along with these themes, the book provides an interesting view of gender roles, religion, and education.
Personal Narrative: Crossing The Border
701 Words | 3 PagesDay 2 Immigrant. That word gives me a label here. I am crossing the border to the U.S because my parents think it will give us a new beginning and a better life. I think they’re wrong. Our life in El Salvador was fine: We had a nice house and we were healthy.
The Legendary Buckram Laboratory
693 Words | 3 PagesNathan. Schlosser Rowe acc english/7 John,Sam,and Joe were on a trip to the badlands to find the legendary Buckram Laboratory. It had grown to be quite dark in the cool autumn night . The group of boys decided to find a decent camping spot much to Joe’s dismay ,but as they were looking for a spot to set up camp they saw two boys walking on the same side of the road. They pulled level with the two boys to ask if they wanted a ride to wherever they lived,but before they even had a chance to ask the older one said in a low dark,and sinister voice”You shouldn't be here” then he looked Joe state in the eye and pointed a bony finger at him then was gone.
Personal Narrative: The Drive
484 Words | 2 PagesPersonal narrative The Drive I personally hate mornings, they’re always way too early, and my bed is just too comfortable to leave. However, my mom isn’t affected by mornings at all. That's why she decided to wake me up at five thirty on a Saturday morning. I feel someone shaking me slightly and softly whispering “Jaime… Jaime… time to get up.”
Personal Narrative
742 Words | 3 PagesI remember when I was a little girl and my Dad had just gotten remarried, my step-mom told me as we walked up to the entrance of Walmart she said that I could now call her ‘mom’. At the time I was six and I really didn’t understand what was going on and I went along with it being the people-pleaser I am. I just remember thinking this is wierd I already have a mom.
Personal Narrative: Personal Identity
459 Words | 2 PagesI am the child of a Jamaican Immigrant and Bronx native, raised in a single parent lower-middle class family in an affluent suburb, 18 miles outside of New York City. My father was absent for much of the first couple years and constituted monthly visits for most of the first two decades of my life. It wasn’t until I was 16, that I truly started building a relationship with my father and as a consequence my mother was the central influential figure in my life. Growing up there was always a strong emphasis placed on the importance of education, as I watched my mom juggled working two jobs and going to school while simultaneously raising me. She made it clear that the reason she stayed in America was in order to pursue her education and that
Personal Narrative-The Powerful
762 Words | 4 PagesThe cab driver doesn’t even raise his eyebrows when a teenage girl gets in his car and gives a long-distance address. He maintains a driving pace that 's seventeen miles over the speed limit. I decide that I like him. I 'm tired of looking at trees and I don’t feel like processing what happened today, so I dig out my book.
Personal Narrative: My Identity
596 Words | 3 PagesI often find myself absentminded and questioning myself “who am I”, and I spontaneously have a conversation with my inner conscience to figure out the answer. The conversation gets frustrating because it cannot produce a solid answer for the simple, yet complicated, question. Although the question contains three syllables, it accommodates an intricate definition of my identity. Unlike a static snapshot, I personally feel that my identity is an ever evolving process. Likewise, multiple identities construct my distinctive identity.
Personal Narrative
662 Words | 3 PagesMy family and I were all going to the Rockies game. There was actually a lot of us who had went, First it was my brother, sister, mom, grandma, grandpa, my three cousins, and my friend, my sister’s friend, plus my brothers friend. The day was going to be exciting. I went with my mom to go pick up my friend, while the rest of the family went to the Rockies game and went to get some food. Sometime later me, my friend, and my mom all arrive at the Rockies game.
Personal Narrative: Coming Again
169 Words | 1 PagesComing Again How did you feel when you back to you back to your family from long time period? I returned back to my community after many years of being away at school and seeing my family again is very depressing and missing all this things. To start, I returned back to my family when I see my family I felt excited. But, then when I see my family and I look myself I look so different. All my friends and family have long hair but, I don’t have long a hair anymore.
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