The Fight-Personal Narrative

To reduce our national debt, which is 3.8 Trillion dollars in 2012 according to (Doc B), We should stop handing out money and start loaning out money, cut some money from all of the Big five programs and stop spending the money America doesn't have.

sword from my hip I went along his flank to stab him where the midriff

Edgar Allen Poe is an American short story writer,poet and literary critic.His famous short stories are based on not only horrific events,but also on psychological distortations as in "The Cask of Amontillado".In his literary critic on short story writing style,he says a short story should turn around a central event and all the other things must have use for that main point.In this short story,his main point is the result of obsession of revenge with impunity and all the other actions serve for the protagonist's punishment against provoking.Poe uses the elements of symbolism generously and for this purpose,he benefits from mythology.He uses Dionysos,the god of wine,to define Montresor's inner self.He uses the feast for Dionysos,the time

Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

This wasn’t what I wanted but I had to be brave, I had to protect my clan. Asger gave me a hopeful look and hit my shoulder with power as I ran past, nodding and sending me forward. I put on a brave face and bared my teeth and then bit down on my shield- sword raised up and swinging around my head wildly. I roared as I came within a famne of the first row of our enemies.

I thought he was going to rip my whole body apart and slap me around on the mat. I knew that wasn't the right way to think going into a match so I kept telling myself that I would win. "Petro-Risner, Mayberry-Hotchkiss, mat 4," said the announcer. With my legs wobbling arms tingling and heart pumping away, I stepped out onto the mat. The referee got ready, and there it was, the whistle. I sat there crouched down, ready to shoot in for the first take down, but for some reason I couldn't. We tied up head to head. I could feel his strength by his tight grip. We separated and I suddenly got a big burst of adrenaline. Boom, I shot in at his legs and two points went to me with the first take down. After that take down, everything I thought before was gone. I wasn't afraid of this kid. I was just letting myself think I was. I knew that I was not going to lose this match. When the clock ran out in the third period, the score was 9-8 in my favor. I did it. I defeated Jeff Petro in a tough 6 minutes of wrestling. It was Probably the toughest match I've ever had to wrestle.

The match went into overtime. “First takedown wins the match”, notified the referee. We circled around, each playing it safe. He ducked and attacked my legs. I sprawled instantly, came around behind, and scored the points. I had won the match. The referee raised my hand in front of the audience. My eyes narrowed in on one section of the bleachers. There stood my teammates, smiling

came from the things hand. Then the battle commenced. It was over in 1 minute no more no less. He

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

We were in the locker room getting ready to weigh in. I eyed down my opponent trying to get in his head before the match. He didn't look like the strongest

I deffinately had underestimated his strength because i flailed to the ground trying to stop my fall i obviously used my hands but the pain of the blade wound was to strong and i fell face first into the dirt.

EEERRR……. As I opined the dour, I heard a frantic scream, help help help screamed a man that was being chased by a ISIS fighter. In a state of notches, I feel to the ground, ouch!!! I quickly stumbled to my feet, turning around I realized that I feel on a rifle. I thought myself, remembering how I to us a rifle, I snatched up the gun and aimed throw the scope, as I puled the trigger, a loud sound from the gun startled me and at the same time excited that I killed one of the many fighters I have to face.

I exploded against the heavy bag with a combination jabs and punches. A left jab followed by a straight right, and then a left hook.

Courage is a trait that every person possesses; it is a sort of spell that washes over a person, giving them strength, and the ability to overcome a task that may be daunting or hard to do. It Just so happens that I felt and acquired this; when I was about ten years old I was taking Tae Kwon Do, a form of Martial arts. I was lucky enough to be invited to my first every tournament, in which I had the chance to compete against people from all over the nation. As I discovered I would partake in this, I felt very proud, but as I thought more about it the more I felt overwhelmed and pressured. I knew then I would need some kind of luck to get me through this, I felt I was going to fail, as it was my first tournament after

As I enter the ring I see him, Mike Tyson. He stands a good foot taller than me. My name may be Little Mac but my god look at him! His arms look like trucks, one hit with those and I’m done. I have made a huge mistake. The bell is rung and I am scared for my life. Mike strolls up to me and unleashes a mighty right hook. One hit and I break. I fall to the ground and hear the count start. Strangely enough, I don’t feel any pain. I feel disappointment, I knew, everyone knew I couldn’t win. But then I hear Doc, he’s yelling at me from my corner to get up, to not give up yet. He believes in me. I can do it. I push myself up as I hear 4 and see Mike’s smug grin staring at me. Time to take this guy down a peg. He comes at me with his right hook again