Charles-Personal Narrative

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"But surely you must have a Charles," I insisted. "The only identifiable person named Charles in this whole school is a character in your son's drawings," she retorted. "Show me them now." As I was walking towards the crayon drawings hung up on the classroom wall, I began to question my son's sanity.
"Once upon a time, Charles lived happily," the first drawing read. I looked down at the picture and I saw "He danced in the rain and ran into the sun. But then, everything turned black." And as I read those last words, the world did indeed turn black.
I attempted to open my eyes, yet I could tell not of a difference between the two states. I looked up and around me, all physical sight blinded by an unusually entertaining darkness. A
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I looked around me for any signs of land but, just like in 20th-century novels, I found myself unable to discover any. You understand, such and observation only escalates my mentality, driven by an enraged hunger for survival. 10,000 feet. I see an ocean blanketed by mist, mirroring the rays of our sun. I feel all that is felt as a result of complete and utter paralysis. I smell, and taste none but the grasp of the ascending salt, reaching from the cursed waters below. I hear the ever so piercing stretch of screams, presented by my circumstances. Am I to strive for life? Am I to hope for life? Or am I simply to accept death? 5,000 feet. Regardless of my efforts to locate something- anything to help me, I was unsuccessful, and I continue on my involuntary escapade to join those who were once living. "Think William, in what way, and to what extent will my limited powers be of service? And in what manner will I act upon a possible execution?" To begin my endeavor, I can simply use my knowledge of aerodynamics as a geek, against the nature of it. At a time, reaching a low point at which a shift in position is, in fact, possible, yet allowing the slowest possible speed to possess me, I shall rearrange myself to dive into the ocean's inertia. 1,000 feet. What if I manage not to maintain my presence in this reality? As my favorite teacher always said, "We will deal with it when we get there." 500 feet. And yet, as I understand that it may …show more content…
A loud voice, much like the one Laurie used to describe Charles confirmed that we were in the year 630 AD. "Why 630?" I bellowed. What happened 630 years ago? No, that was the wrong question. What happened during the year 630 AD? Nothing. I couldn't recall anything. All I knew was that 630 years ago marked the beginning of the Black Death.
The ground sheds. The world that I was supposed to be on crashes, and burns to ashes.
"1343 AD," screeched what is supposed to be Charles. I heard a woman yelling behind me as I looked over my shoulder. A Mongolian boy walked past me into a hide hut that stood out amongst the rest of the village. "Чарльз таны ажлыг хийж явна," scolded the mother. I could make out Charles amongst the rest of the foreign tongue. This must be him. It's Charles.
"1346 AD." A new world raced around me. The village burns and its people along with it. Charles begs to be heard. Screaming and fighting for his village, he stands bravely in front of his people. I can see him, but the heat waves distort my sight and he takes the form of a cavort flag. I saw a Mongolian warrior throw the last torch, and to the little boy, hope was thrown along with