Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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My first instinctive reaction to what had occurred was to run, as far as I could. I didn’t understand anything that was going on, I was the one who killed that deer, both of them and I was sure that I might try to do the same thing again. I looked towards the sky and my eyes were greeted with the light of the silvery full moon shining beautifully as it had when Ethan and I had first escaped this horror. However, where before it had shown mockingly above the chaos and devastation, it now shown with an encouraging light of beauty and freedom, and I felt calm as I looked towards its glow. I felt that I could just stare at it for the rest of life and into eternity’s end, but I knew that the beast which now dwelt within my body, was hungry and wouldn’t …show more content…
He had been trying to get accustomed to the new town when he saw a tow truck pulling my wrecked car from up the road and so he asked around if anyone had known me. That’s when he talked to Kyle and he agreed to bring him up here to check if everything was alright, since my body had never been found.
“I just thought that you might have found a way to get out of there and to make it back here. “ Ethan said, trying to wipe the tears from his face. “So, I was hoping that you were going to be okay. I never thought you’d be alive.”
I tried to comfort my friend and I asked him to stay here, “At least, for the night.” I said showing him to one of the spare rooms. It had it thin sheets slightly ruffled with restless nights, its light red plaid slightly faded. The thick yellowish-white pillows slightly falling off the bed. There was a small framed photo of a pair of lynxes hanging on the wall to the left of the doorway. Thin orange rays of light shone through the curtains of the window.
“This is a nice place,” Ethan said, chuckling. “But why are you so insistent? You tried to hide from me when I came in, but now you’re asking me to stay with open arms. What’s the big

Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

“Jane, come over here please” her dad demanded harshly. Wasting no time at all Jane scurried over. “What is it dad?” Jane asked. “We need to talk. You know how we have been trying for a very long time to get into the Ukraine terrorist group computer data?” “Yeah. Why?” “Well, we did. We’re in.” All I could think of was why was he having this conversation with me? Why me? Out of all the people why me? I just stared at him for like twenty minutes it felt like. Until finally I blurted out. “Okay…

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Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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I grinned in anticipation. I had been planning this for months. We’d finished distributing the antidote to the Eastern Commonwealth and now almost all of the American Republic. We were finally going to the one place I’d wanted to go ever since getting arrested. New York City. While I was in prison, I had planned it all out. I would park the Rampion in a hangar just outside of the city and get an apartment in the center of the city, as close to the best clubs as possible. I had never taken into account…

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I groggily woke up after some period of time in the middle of complete darkness. As I reared my head around and examined the room, I noticed I was tied to someone behind me. The rope that connected us was thick and rough. It wrapped around our waists and was tied in an impossible knot. I tried to observe our surroundings, but the cell was completely dark. I could barely see my own feet in front of me. I turned around to see who was tied to me, but I could not recognize her in the dark. The woman…

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Personal Narrative-Sacrifice Murders

There was much commotion in town concerning the string of strange murders. Men and women of all races, shapes, hair colors, and ages were brutally killed, and–more often than not–mutilated beyond recognition, something unheard of in the town. Despite the so-called ‘horrific’ crimes–so-called because, as horrific as murder is, horrific is not a strong enough word to describe the gruesome nature of the murders and there weren’t many appropriate words–and the rising number of them, no significant evidence…

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Personal Narrative-Sacrifice For Murder

“Other than a full-blown assault on us from U.A.C.T.?” he said. “There’s many reasons why we can’t go out and take what we want. The first being, once we do slaughter an innocent, the temptation to consume their flesh right then and there would be too great for even the strongest of us. We would end up ingesting the meat right on the spot, and we would end up just like Elliot, Jeff, and Calvin. And, the person who we had killed would also end up that way, resulting in the flesh in which we wanted…

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Personal Narrative-Sacrifice In Today's Society

Alex's pov “In today's society everything is legal. No one does bad things anymore. The world is harmless. The government has been destroyed and know everyone makes the decisions based on God and Jesus. Welcome to our society.” I look around as the recording plays over. New members walk across a line and the doors shut behind them. It's a boy around the age of 14 and a girl around 7, but they have no mom and dad. An older man takes them to a room and he turns on a machine. They have already gotten…

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