Personal Narrative: The Wake

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

I have taken the time to review the requirements for the Writer position at Student Loan Hero. I would like to express interest in this role because it will allow me to utilize the skills I have acquired through previous and current employment and my coursework at the University of Wisconsin- Milwaukee, where I received my B.A. in English.

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

I love to write and help others with their writing. Though I do not have experience with writing and editing for pay, I do have experience writing and editing for pleasure. I have experience in many other fields as well. This Fall of 2015, I will be schooling online at Southern New Hampshire University. I will be working on getting my BaI want to write for Teen Scene because the idea of it being written for teen by teens is very unique and interesting. I'd love to be apart of it and help grow your audience. I see a bright future with this platform. Also I feel like my writing style would be appreciated here. My writing style is fun and easy to comprehend. It's not uptight at all, but still sounds literate. I have a way with words, I've been

Having majored in English Katherine dreams of being an editor she has an insatiable thirst for adventure and lives to share stories with people around the world. However, due to her lack of experience and the shortage of editor jobs in Toronto, Ontario Katherine settled for a dead end customer service job at a call centre.

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Have you ever lost someone or something that was very important to you? In this prompt I am going to tell you about me having to move from one house to another.

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

The body I had managed to jostle awake was a latecomer to Oeste the Stalerie had labeled Makenna. It was common for farmers to sell their female children to Oeste, the males were sold to Sur, on the night they were born and given a new name under the King. It was either the tower you sold your children to, or the death of not only your Daelocke child, but it meant your death as well. My own father was an impoverished horse farmer somewhere near the south. He, his wife and four children occupied a home somewhere distant from the island. They had supplied The King and his Stalarie their horses and livestock. I was told by the Sylphen that I was the last child born, and regrettably, born under the night of a full moon. He had sold me just three

My initial perceptions about the students of St. Angela were very stereotypical. Honestly, I expected those students to come from single parent backgrounds and come from a low income household. I expected to deal with students who live life in a survival type of manner. What I mean by survival type of manner is for one to be on defense seeing the type of the children are from the Austin area. Walking in to St. Angela I expected to deal with kids that didn’t listen and know respect for authority. I expected this due to my upbringing in the same neighborhood.

Our story begins as I am picked up from GMB. Keep in mind that in order to be hired by them you need to be in physical shape and no disabilities of any kind. So you're basically their toy. For example an assassination of someone very important.You are used to do their dirty work and in return you get nothing. Alright so as soon as I step out of my house i'm rushed by men in black suits. I am already well aware that it was GMB coming at me so as I am a highly trained for situation like this I fought back hoping I would make it out alive but as i'm thinking this I get hit in the back of the head and i'm out.

Blood flow rushing through my veins, lungs heavily breathing through thin air, heart pounding loudly, I couldn’t bear. Slowly I unsealed my eyes from its long tender slumber, and grazed everything around me. Pitch black light loomed in my sight. I perceived nothing except darkness and a shadowy site. Terrified of my blindness, cascades of water started whooshing down my eyes. With all my might, I stretched out my long podgy arms as stiff as I can as it hit a large rigid structure similar to a wall. Four compacted fortifications built to confine me inside this hollow full of terror.

My background is in journalism and nonprofit administration, but I have also interned in a U.S. senator’s press shop and taken on communications work in unofficial capacities. At my last job, I offered my writing and editing skills to the external affairs team. By the time I left that job to travel the world for a few months, I had written a grant report, contributed to many grant proposals, compiled a competitor analysis, written and edited

Greetings! Thanks for stopping by. Available for hire one content writer and editor for all your textual concept needs. I have the ability to write in any voice, persona and genre with ease and like a native. That's right. I have split personalities. Been writing for most of my life, indeed, I earned my first award as an author in the third grade. It was an elementary school best seller titled; 'The Lion That Never Cried', a heartwarming tale about a lion who gets a splinter and doesn't cry because, hey, that's life. I was awarded a blue ribbon and an author, I can't remember who it was the third grade, joined me for lunch. At the school cafeteria, naturally. I wanted to look like I was still grounded after all the fame.