Personal Narrative: Emma's Journal

Indications: The patient is a 69 year old black female who fell landing on her right hip. She was seen in the Emergency Room where physical exam and x-ray revealed an intertrochanteric right femoral fracture. She was admitted to Dr. Loyd’s service .

One one breezy Sunday morning, Billy and his dog Ruff were on their way to a place all of Billy’s friends talked about but were all too scared to go to. This place is called Wolf Hollow. No-one even dared to step foot on Wolf Hollow’s ground after they all heard that a kid died back there. Well that was if Wolf Hollow even existed. Billy’s mom told him Wolf Hollow was all just a childhood myth, and that kid died roads away from where Wolf Hollow is supposed to be.

Gemma hadn’t felt the cold this whole time, because she’d been fuel by adrenaline and worked up a sweat as she pushed her muscles to their limit. Now, limping across the empty ruins of Ravenhill, she was shivering like mad. Maybe it wasn't even the cold of the mountain which caused her to tremble. Maybe this was what it felt like when one's soul died: gnawing pain, heavy cold, and hollow dread. She focused on the task at hand, determined not to think about the pain that continued to rip her apart. Thorin, she had to get to Thorin. He was the last Durin left, Azog's final victim. He was the king, and his death would be a great blow to the dwarven forces. Not that any of these reasons mattered to Gemma; they barely even crossed her mind. No, Gemma had to get to him because he was Thorin, and after all they'd been through and all they'd lost, she couldn't lose him again. She wouldn't survive

Health can actually mean various things to different people and it all depends on an individuals situation and circumstance. There are various factors that can potentially affect health and these factors include gender, age, family relationships, mental and emotional capabilities, life experiences, culture, spirituality and socio-economic. All of these factors can have some potential influence on your health status, health beliefs as well as aspirations. For example looking at the given case study there are several life experiences that could have an influence on Emma's lifestyle. One being, ''Emma does not smoke or drink, but since she has been spending a lot of time at the house, she has been comfort eating and has gained about 2 stone in

It wasn’t like any other swim practice, no, not like any other I’d ever gone to. No one usually moved to Minot, North Dakota that was also in swimming, so when Emily Pitcher and her family moved to town and came to practice, it was quite a shock for everyone on the team. She moved from Colorado and she had 2 younger brothers and a younger sister as well. They seemed nice enough but there was something about Emily, who was my age, which seemed a bit off.

He felt his very core shriveling, wilting like a flower before winter's frost, but he still walked, aimlessly around the shore of the lake. He had no memories to aid him, no images to cling to, only the sliver of emotion it have left him. A cough snapped him from his daze, he looked around, the cough resonating off the walls of the cavern, another one joined in, bouncing from one side to the other. Had he gone mad at last? A tightness pulled at his chest and the coughing continued, he could barely think, his mind was too blurred to realize he was the one coughing. Erik's entire body rattled and racked at the violent fits of coughs he endured, he felt fatigued, so weak, he fell to his knees, the veil floating off to the side as he wheezed in endless

Emma stood with a hip jutted to one side, her right arm draped across her slender body, clasping the elbow opposite. Her head lolled down to one shoulder casting her long auburn hair onto her faded t-shirt that was two sizes too big. It hung so low that her shorts only just peeked below the hem, a fringe of denim cut-offs. Her stunning green eyes lit up as Georgia

My best friend is Emilia Grace Lane. I have known her since kindergarten, but we never actually started talking until first grade. We weren't really close friends, we more like acquaintances, I had my group of friends and she had hers. About halfway through first grade is when we started hanging out and playing. I remember during recess we would play "Puppet" and I would basically control her by grabbing her shoulders and walking her through the schoolyard. Halfway through second grade I dropped out of school, and being the great friend she is, she dropped out with me and we homeschooled together. We had days when we did school together, but we didn't concentrate too well. It was very difficult to concentrate when you have a hilarious friend making you constantly laugh. One day when

He takes another bite out of his frozen yogurt while smiling at me. Okay you seriously need to stop before my face burst into flames.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered under his breath. Edward slowly dragged the body towards the door, extracted the keys from the corpse, and shoved it to the side. He systematically tried all the keys that belonged to the guard and let out a quiet sigh of relief when he heard a light snap from the lock. He was free after months of misery. He began to weep with joy but ceased almost immediately. Those tears would be saved for a different date. Now was the time for his revenge. He whispered to himself in the corridor,”Just wait you disgusting barbarians. I will receive my vengeance even if it kills me.”

I just spoke with Jane, and I informed her that I was conducting the investigation, and I needed to hear from her, what transpired. She told me what her mother conveyed to her, and I informed her of our policy and the next steps. I told her to feel free to contact me should she have any questions.

It was dark in her nightmare. And it was cold. Her entire body was numb and her breathing was slow. As she breathed, she could see the white frost escape her lips and disperse into the blank nothing. The wind slashed at her face, clawed at her arms. A faint growling sound emerged in the distance. She attempted to stand, pushing up on her hands. A jolting pain made its way up her body, causing her to howl and fall back towards the ground, slamming her chin onto the rough surface. She had no escape, forcing her to wait for the creature to find her.

This is how she threatens me most times. You know what it is for someone who seems to be in charge to be threatening one like this. You should know how one supposed to feel when ones hard work is being threatened. Alisha, I am not saying this to weep up sympathy. I know my stuff. I am not boasting. I would please like you to check my past records in school, feedbacks from both my practicums and my preceptor before her. I believe the school should have these records. This is a wanton display of man’s inhumanity to her fellow human being. It was issues like this that made me to ask her one day if she was going to fail me, as the threats keep coming unabated and without any cause. I will not be far from the truth to think that my preceptor is

Thank you for your email, you have a lot going on in your life. I am sorry I don’t have nearly as much to write about. I just have my everyday stuff going on. We have quite a bit of snow already, I hope that is not a sign of what we will get this winter, I am already sick of winter. I saw you also had some cold weather and snow in Europe.

From the front gate, Ason watched the fire until he heard the faint sounds of screams for help among the crackle and crash of the fire. Taking action, he burst through the gate and dashed between the blazes, feeling the hot stinging burn emanating with the red glow of the flames, searching for the source of the ever quieter trapped victim. Soon Ason is stopped in his tracks as a beam engulfed in flame falls down onto his path, forcing him to find another way, but at every side the flames climbed and crawled along the walls, ceiling and floor, all, save the path he had run along, which instead had the paw prints of white. Seeing no other way, Ason fought through the burning and fire towards the person as they grew more silent until they fell deaf, and he, lost with the voice to lead him, without any other choice, he bound to the window and freedom from the burning cascade.