Bobby Thomas Narrative

Max Smith was my best friend, I had other friends but I’d say we stay the closest over the years. Some of my other friend were Bobby Robison, Rush Ponds.

The 1920’s were a time of great triumph. The economy was strong and inventions made life prosper and made life the way it is today. But behind the scenes of hard work there was entertainment. There, of course, were sports, but there was no one as influential as Bobby Jones.

How do you think Bobby grew up? He grew up to be a man and he grew of age. Bobby started acting like an adult, he raised Feather pretty much by himself, and close to the end Bobby started acting like a parent.

“ Is that me?” Max took a long stare at me and then looked at the picture to see if the faces matched. “ Elijah, is it you?” Ma and pa had talked once about how I had an older brother but when I asked questions about him they wouldn’t answer. “ Yes, it is.” We gave each other a long hug and talked for a while until the preacher called us in for lunch. I remembered when I heard the voice sounding almost like a scream. I asked Max “Does anybody else live here?” as we walked down the hall. “Yes, the owner but don't talk to the preacher about it.”

Explanatory essay When I was 10 years old, I walked into a scary apartment with a cemetery in the back with me brother and his friends. The wind was blowing so hard like someone was giving me a sign not to go in but I did. When I went in the the apartment there was a sign that said “beware” in red colors. My brother and his friends when into a room with burnt doll heads.

Late Entry - Mr Rodney Thomas, returned this worker's call yesterday around 5PM. He stated his children were removed from his care based on false child abuse and placed them in their mother's home in April of this year even though he has a custody granted from a Judge in California.

What seemed like a normal day for Jeff Stanley, but little did he know there would be a terrorist attack. He went to work in the south tower when all the sudden there was an explosion at the north tower. He rushed to help others out when they got ordered to evacuate.

Like any other day in October, Bambi entered her classroom thinking that she would have to turn in her homework for the day and listen to the teacher boring lecture like always. The only interesting class of her day these days was history because of the recent news. Recently, haunted looking ghosts you can say have gone to different cities all around the world and kidnapping what it seems “special” people. These special people some spark in them versus others. In other words, you can say that these people had some sort of talent or specialty in them. Nobody is sure why they need these specific humans like us, but all we can say is that it 's probably not for a good reason. At least that 's in mine, Bambi’s, and the rest of humankind

The funniest thing I heard this week was just listening to Robert Thomas play with those two little dinosaurs in the block. Just to hear things like Robert Thomas saying “Shhh de are sweeping in der.” Then Robert Thomas turned to me and said “We have to turn down the TV and the video games otherwise we will never get them to go to sleep.” Then talking to himself “We should let them play video games.” I said to Robert Thomas “Maybe they should go play outside instead of playing video games. It is such a nice day.” Robert Thomas looked at me and said with total seriousness “Are you cwazy its waining outside! Who would want to pway in

Along the walk, Jayden and Gerald stopped to get doughnuts and Karen and Jordan went to go get ice cream. As Karen and Jordan entered the ice cream parlor, Karen noticed a strange man in dark clothing keeping a watchful eye as each of them as they ordered. The strange man got up quickly and left without a trace. “ That was weird” Karen thought to herself. Soon the girls left to reunite with Jayden and Gerald and be back on their way to the artifact museum. When they soon arrived to the museum, they payed the entrance fee and headed inside. The tour guide was extremely polite, and gave every bit of information he could. Many of the artifacts we very unusual and some were just so intriguing. There was one particular exhibit that did not have an artifact but had many urban legends. The tour guide explained that the truth behind the artifact, and it was that if you ever came in contact with it that you were bound to be haunted and that a lot of mysterious things could happen. No one ever knew what came next, you would just have to wait and see. The group was very dumbfounded, they were just so appealed to the idea that you never knew what would happened. “ Well that concludes our tour ladies and gentleman, I hope you enjoyed your tour and we hope to see you soon at our new upcoming exhibits,” said as the tour guide exited the room. The group left the premises and decided to head back to the vacation home. When walking back, Karen decided she wanted to go visit an antique shop and find out what the mysterious statue was. “ Hey guys, I’m going to visit another shop, i’ll meet up with you later,” Karen told her

“Okay, when we were finally going to get in, it was around 6 or 7 and the worker told us that the self guided tour would take us about an hour and that they were going to close at 8:00, but we convinced him to let us in. We were probably about halfway through when we noticed that they were going to close so we went to the bathroom and then we were on our way out. When we got to the closest exit we saw that it was locked and that we were locked in.”

Throughout the afternoon sessions, thankfully only two remained after Emily Harris, the image of Ellis Harris lingered. He could still vividly envisage her model features, the manner in which her perky young breasts strained the fabric of her shirt, her luscious blonde hair, smile, youth. and, oh god, that ass. The perfect, tight buttocks that flexed under the thin fabric of her uniform as stood, and which his gaze never left until the office door had closed behind her.

I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.” These words from Bram Stoker have become a paramount part of my life. They remind me that it’s okay to have doubts and worries; it’s alright to have fears, but I shouldn’t limit myself. My doubts have always gotten me out of trouble. There was a time in 4th grade when a group of my neighborhood friends proposed an exploration into the abandoned house’s closed and shackled backyard. In our defense, the gate wasn’t thoroughly locked and I didn’t some ravenous dog foaming at the mouth waiting to attack in the blink of an eye. No, it was utterly silent with its exquisitely open and eerily inviting aura; to a curious little 9 year old, that looks like a very intriguing escapade. Technically, we were trespassing on private property, and no matter what negative feelings or worried comments, I made we ended up squeezing through the small impending gateway to trouble sealing our fates. Wouldn’t you know it, the next day those tiny rebels went back again but, being the smart little pessimist I am I had a feeling it would be best to stay behind and play with chalk on the sidewalk by my dad's house. Later, I found out that the new couple who had just recently purchased the long-grassed and rusty estate had noticed some scrawny children sneaking a peek at their backyard and decided to have a policeman talk some sense into those hellions. I learned that sometimes it’s probably best to allow my worries to control my

December 25, 2012. Red garland is strewn across every available surface in the household. Andy William’s voice croons out of an old radio, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” and my mother twirls around and laughs merrily, dancing and singing along as she checks the turkey in the oven. My father and I are sat at the kitchen table, tediously working a Christmas crossword, occasionally mumbling letters and answers to each other. As my mother checks the oven for quite literally the fifteenth time this hour, the phone shrills a loud and interrupting tone. The muffled Christmas tunes are immediately silenced and my mother picks up the phone with a cheery “Hello!” Her face darkens after a few seconds and I hear mumbled words and half shouts coming from the receiver. Words such as “labor”, “baby”, and most importantly “NOW!” pierce the quiet room and my eyes go as wide as saucers. My mother immediately begins to untie her apron with clumsy fingers and my father is standing next to her now, trying to make sense of what is going on. Within minutes, I am bustled into a winter coat and some boots as my family rushes out to the car.

One day there were 5 teenagers were roaming around a railroad . Selena, Jacy, Chewy (that’s just a nickname) Ramon, and Zack, didn't know this wasn’t just an ordinary railroad . It was a haunted railroad. They decided they would come back when it gets dark so they wouldn’t get caught. Because if they got caught they would be in trouble, cause this railroad was off limits. When they were getting in there car and a person walked up to there car. His name was LongJohn Fisherman. “Did you guys just come from that abandoned railroad?” asked LongJohn Fisherman. “Yes, Why,” said Chewy. “ Well you don’t know the danger of that railroad. It been abandoned for years. I suggest you don’t go there again. Unless you want to pay for your actions,” replied LongJohn Fisherman. “ What do you mean,” asked Selena. “ What I mean is that there is dangerous stuff around these railroads, and you should not be here. For example, there was a kid who thought it would be funny to walked down these railroads and through stuff down on these railroads, then something happened and the kid disappeared,” strongly replied LongJohn Fisherman. “ Maybe we should listen to him,” said Jacy. “ No, this man doesn’t know what he is talking about,” yelled Zack. “ Yea, I’ve been in this town for 2 years and I never heard anything wrong with the railroad,” commented Ramon.