Personal Narrative-The Willow Tree In Oasis Springs

When World War II started, he stopped his running career to join the army. He was very courageous to leave his family, his friends, and his running behind to serve in the military. Louis has survived many war battles and was good at doing it, so they called him back on another tour, but this time a tragedy happened. Louie's plane crashed and never made it to war. He survived because he landed in the middle of the Pacific Ocean stranded with just a raft.

Whitney, you won 't believe what happened to me on the island after I fell off the boat! I am lucky to make it off the island. I am glad you did not have to come to the island, it was a mess! First of all, when I fell off the boat I swam to where I heard those gunshots. Then as I swam further, I could hear the waves pounding on the rocks, so I knew I was close.

On a foggy, fall morning sand filled the air which was no different from any other day in Oklahoma.There was no sign of sunlight for many miles.Houses that my friends once lived in were demolished by tractors,hoping mine wouldn’t be next.Unfortunately,soon it would be demolished.My friends have left their houses and moved to open land because of the Great Depression.Familys couldn’t afford to live on the land that they were once on.I am sick,sick and tired of hearing my parents go back and forth yelling until my house begen to convulse,and not because of the yelling.It was another dust bowl.Little did we know the worst one yet. That one day in Oklahoma was the worst one yet.Sand flooded my house almost everything had sand on top of it.That 's

“Watch Out”, My Pa yelled. The fallen tree nearly missed our wagon! The storm lasted all night. It was a really rough night. None of us got much sleep at all.

For its part, nature cared nothing about the five passengers. Our man, on the other hand, cared totally.” (Paragraph 6) The man in the water passed away with complete courage. Nature was the most powerful and took the lives of many people and even the most powerful, the man in the water. The theme is heroism in the article “The Man in the Water,” by Roger Rosenblatt. The first reason heroism is the main theme is because the man in the water did something extremely courageous.

The downpour of rain put Ponyville in a maelstrom of disappointment—considering that the weather forecast was showed promising signs of warm weather—something that had been yearned for the past few days. Ponies had to cancel their activities they had planned and were now forced to wear dreaded rain apparel lest they get a cold or ill; and there were some ponies, on the contrary, who welcomed the rain, and played in the puddles that gathered all around town; while some even hunted for rainbows. Scootaloo, however, wasn’t one of them. In fact, one could say that the entire schoolhouse was dispirited because of the forlorn weather. Especially Scootaloo.

An example of how Lud in the Mist expresses a bleak representation of clarity is when talking about the difference between the Fairies and the dead. “The country people, indeed, did not always clearly distinguish between the Fairies and the dead” (Mirrlees, Ch. II, 11). In Lud, the people who had eaten fairy fruit are seen as dead. Therefore, even though very much alive, they are just as Farmer Gibberty is who in reality passed on.

Earlier he also states, “There were no docks for our ships. We had to wade ashore from landing craft through a driving rainstorm. The rainy season on Pavuvu-- when more than six feet of rain (that’s seventy-two inches) falls in an average year-- was supposed to be over already, but it must’ve been running late that spring” (Jim 187). This again also shows how he goes into great detail, but not too much, to show what it was like just to get to the island. By giving this amount of detail, the memoir goes from being just static words to a whole movie wrapped up into a

Stressfully, I got changed; it was when I was running out the door, that I tipped and fell on my backpack. It was then, that I could hear it’s villainous laugh blaring in my ears as I got up and ran towards the car. During that practice, all I could think about was how badly I screwed up, and how little sleep I would get. The practices were from eight to ten at night, and I never got home before ten thirty. Not to mention the added time for a shower, I wouldn’t even be able to start my homework until eleven.

I woke up this morning and I saw something bizarre outside my window. I saw a flamingo sitting in my yard. The funny thing is that I did not remember anything about last night. When I went downstairs to ask Dylan, Christian, Omar, and Raymond what happened they didn’t remember either. When we went outside, we were meticulous because we did not know what to expect.