I am Modig, Son of Mann, Son of Leof, from the land of Slain Pigs, Dedham. Every day, I travel from my bothies to the Kingdom of Doors, whose rightful king is Chester the Cruel. Some may believe my journey is uneventful, and I am marked by cowardice For making a boast about such a small accomplishment… But the man who says this is poorly misinformed! See, when I travel into Doors, I come with the purpose of entering a building Marked with both age and innovation, for I intend to learn in the bawn. The leader, warrior Brooks, has imposed various rules to make my commute That of a hellish travel. He has paid various mercenaries to carry out His cruel wishes, namely the Merciless Mediros, Known for handing out JUGs without rhyme or reason. The most cruel of the rules was the rule to travel along a more difficult route; …show more content…
One that costs me both patience and time, but I tholed like the man I was.
The rule forces men like myself to walk by Star Market along our trek. I was but a child-man when I began my education, at only fourteen years, And the iron fist of the unbreakable-law had me worried and careful. Everyday the trek seemed longer, my knees ached as I walked over the bridge, And with each day, the forbidden path of Vernon’s appeal waxed. Safety was on the laws side, as the bridge protected me from the metal monsters. Known for being more vicious than their driver, these death-beasts kill. They could finish a man in one fell swoop, ruining his body in a mizzle of blood. Countless days I weighed my options, and eventually I gained the courage. It was my wyrd to break the rules, and cross Vernon path. I exited JFK/UMass with the sole intention of walking Mount Vernon street As a brown bear lopes across the killing-field, approaching the feeble deer, God having chosen their fate, one to die and the other to
feast, As the predator beheads the prey, both knows their place. Each step closer to the curb made my knees more and more weak. The metal beasts roared on by, until, I stepped off the curb and into the street. I waited, looking warily both ways, judging whether to or not to go. Once I was sure it was safe, I began my journey, dodging monsters, Stepping over ravines in the path, and avoiding getting mauled by the beasts. I made my way under another bridge, I saw a most awful sight for my eyes; A row of metal beasts, all pawing at the ground, ready to trample. But they stayed still, controlled by a dot in the air, a blood red dot. I stepped off the curb as red turned green, and I felt air rush by. But God was on my side, and I was safe from such monsters. As the road-beasts rushed on by me, I waited, and once gone, I continued my journey safely, no harm or punishment befell me. No patrols were spotted, looking for men along the illicit road.
says to you, “Do you want to pick door No. 2?” Is it to your advantage to switch your
...s of the journey were of such extremes that they made the travels skip something that they were forced to believe was a very important ritual.
Finding a door to exit would become a puzzling exercise during one of their St. Albans investigations. Terri and Marie were in what is known as “the safe room,” because a large old-fashioned safe is located there. They had completed their investigation and were readying to leave the room when they realized they couldn’t. There wasn’t a door. “It was as if it had been morphed over,” said Terri. “We went around and around in circles. We were growing concerned when we made another lap and there it was. It was as if the door materialized out of nowhere,” she said.
As difficult as that is the question is weather the victims needs are met effectively by killing someone else and causing
Nothing could be worst than your dad bringing up "THE CONVERSATION." Starting at age 5 I loved playing soccer,running up and down the field, making moves and kicking balls to the back of the net was always the way to go. Soccer meant the world to me and especially playing with my best friends since the day I started. My days would go something like this, go to school,get home,do homework then get ready and go to a beautiful fun day at soccer!After soccer I would go home sit on the couch and eat.I was a lazy one. That's why I hoped my dad would never ever bring up this conversation.... But he did anyways.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
I moved to Fresno, California and worked as caregiver sometime in the summer 2012. I lived there for about 7 months then I moved to New York in December 2012. My friend Alvin Almonte invited me to work in New York because he said job opportunities were much better here and that New York is much more accessible. I lost my immigration status in November 2011, while I was in Arizona. In my contract, I was assured that after three years (supposedly 2009-2012), the employer would apply for my Green Card. This was clearly not the case. I was working as a temporary hotel worker with an uncertain status. I started to work as buzzer in a restaurant in New York. Currently, I am working as caregiver for the elderly.
As I walk into Hazen and begin my high school journey I think to myself what I want to accomplish when I leave. Hazen is like the older sister I never had, someone who you hate occasionally, but look up to and pushes you to achieve your personal goals. As I walk through those Highlander doors I was immediately surrounded by the brightest minds, talent, and innovative bunch of my generation. Each one unique and each one having something special to offer, and I soon realized that I want to leave high school like I was never leaving. By making the most out of my high school experience I want to gain maturity and the satisfaction of knowing I made a difference in my school and community. By becoming a member of the National
Do you have a interesting story about something that has happened to you? Well, I sure have one. This event may be enjoyable for you, but it definitely was not for me! This event is the most scary thing that has happened to me. I never thought this scary incident would give me a good lesson.
It was me and my friend in my car. We had drove over to St Louis, Missouri during the summer. We were 9 hours away when we had decided it was time to drive back home to Des Moines.
Today i will be writing a personal narrative about an incident that changed my life. I will be talking about the time I flew over 3,000 miles to Alaska. Around the beginning of last summer my grandparents told me I was going to be going to Alaska on a cruise. In early June of last year was probably one of scariest moments of my life! I flew on a plane for the first time. The day of the flight was pretty scary; between being in an airport and going through security to actually flying on a plane! Once we got in the air I was able to relax and actually enjoy the flight. Being in the clouds and being able to look out over the earth was amazing. i'm glad i could have the experience of being on a plane with my family. We flew into Seattle which was fun because we went shopping and went to a really nice restaurant and then boarded a cruise ship that would take us through Alaska.
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
Everyone loves a thrill. We watch movies that make us rethink what is in the dark with us, jump off of bridges and cliffs with our only savior being a bungee cord that may or may not be 10 years old, and we create gravity defying, speeding cars without motors and brakes. The crazy thing is, we do it all for fun. I, however, didn’t have a fun time when I went on a roller coaster that went upside down for the first time.
As I stand in front of the dark brown, wooden door with its small, yet beautiful etched glass window, I remember all of the times that I have passed through this portal and entered the warm, comforting rooms inside. Before entering, I take a step back to admire this old, stubborn house. It's a two-story, white house with a three-car garage attached to it. My grandpa built the entire house from the foundation up and a lot of the items in it. After observing this scene for a few minutes, I continue to enter the house. I slowly turn the brass knob of the door and anticipate the feeling of acceptance inside. As I open the door, a flood of warmth passes over and through...
Suddenly my mind raced? A window! I prepared to make a run for it. I pulled myself off the ground and began to stand. If only I could get to the window I could make my escape.