Personal Narrative On Beowulf

As I was approaching Herot Hall I went to the door knocked on the door not one opened it and I was confused because I could hear the breathing of the soldiers. Furious that no one opened the door I ripped it right off like a human arm on an body. I wanted to enjoy the party with since my mom doesn’t let me go out much. They were all asleep and I thought why waste all of this delicious food. I grabbed the nearest soldier and slowly cooked him over a torch like cooking a lamb over an open fire. I devoured him in one piece. It was a delicious appetizer, I saw one soldier in particular who looked very meaty and should taste well as a entree. I went to pick him up and all the sudden my claws were piercing my own skin. “Ballons Ballons Ballons,” I said screaming with fear and pain. “Crying can’t save you now for I am Beowulf the mightiest soldier in the world,” he said.
I tried to run but there was no chance of me getting free of his grip, it felt like 10,000 men were holding onto my hand. Beowulf was throwing me everywhere like a dog with a chew toy. I would try to fight back but the pain I was dealing with couldn’t get me to use my other arm. Beowulf was throwing me with brute

“Extremely I could not get your head so I took your arm,” said Beowulf. “You wanted to take my head,” quietly I said. Beowulf saying, “that was.” Before he finished his sentence I took off running as fast as I could with every step I took I grew slower and weaker with the amount of blood I lost. I glanced back only to see my arm in Beowulf’s hand putting in onto the rafters for everyone to see he has defeated me. I could hear them laughing from a distance as I noticed the stars were like dozens of flashlights in the air. I stopped and just stared at them thinking is this truly the end of me grendel the all mighty. As I got to the marsh I sank as if it was quicksand realizing this was my final resting place in the