I am called Yarrow, by those who know me. Allow me to enter my story for the record. Once every four years, the many nations of planet Foath send forth their greatest athletes to compete against each other in epic showdowns. Over the course of two weeks, the mighty athletes challenge one another in a multitude of events. This year, the XXXI Olympiad, King Adaleric has chosen me to represent my beloved nation of Soikoth in one of our most popular sports. The honor of being handpicked by my King is a high one, but the pressure to succeed is even higher. The Olympiad is unique in the sense that only one athlete in each event will stand victorious on the golden podium. All other competitors will perish. I, Yarrow, will represent Soikoth in the Dragon Dash. Against my competitors, we shall race our steeds to the top of Mount Buri, Foath's highest peak. Previously, there has been three heats for the Dragon Dash. I obviously managed to survive them all... so far. My hair has been singed off, almost completely, and I still smell of burnt flesh on certain parts of my body... all injuries inflected by the flames of my opponents' steeds. …show more content…
My dragon sustained a gaping tear in the membrane of her wing during the last Dash, but I was able to patch her up well enough. Although we are both in excruciating pain, we must push foward. Fortunately, I am a skilled rider, renowned in Soikoth, and have trained my steed, Kysa, to obey me at the slightest touch. Two other riders remain, hailing from the nations of Rhoille and Zelivia, respectively. The final heat is about to commence. Kysa and I are ready as ever. Farewell, and wish me
“…The sounds of roaring, clanging and swishing radiates off the barrows walls. Beowulf , wields his shield to protect himself from the grotesque talons of the dragon, as well as the raging fires that singe his facial hair. The dragon writhes around in anger, trying to burn him to a crisp. Beowulf swings his sword with all his strength, but only gives the dragon a simple scratch. This makes the dragon seethe with rage, and it begins to become more aggressive towards Beowulf.
Today I am honored to be standing here presenting the Conn Smythe trophy to my friend Duncan Keith. The Conn Smythe is awarded to the most valuable player during the Stanley Cup Playoffs. I first heard of this tremendous defensemen back in the 2009-10 season where he helped prevail the Chicago Blackhawks to their first Stanley Cup victory since 1961. It seems like Duncan never has a bad season and makes very few mistakes on the ice. The amount of time he puts into this game really shows his dedication and love for hockey.
5 heads popped out of a dragons body. Heartbeats started to pump faster as sweat trickled down the men's bodies. The mammoth stood there, glowering down at them with a glare that could
Brittney Smith a 17 year old girl who goes to Maplewood High School where she is an honor roll student, a cheerleader, and is the student body president for the Junior classmen. She enjoys spending time with her family, hanging out with her friends, and she make sures that she makes the right decisions for the school. Brittney usually gets along with everyone in the school even the unpopular kids, but there is this one person she doesn’t like or can’t stand to be around. His name is Andre Jones, Andre is the captain of the basketball team and star player. Even though Brittney is around Andre during basketball games, she still refuses to talk to him or go near him.
To become a hero or heroine, one must participate in a process, or transformation, known as the Hero’s Journey. Mythologist Joseph Campbell found patterns in literature, better known as archetypes, concerning the monomyth, or a prevalent aspect in folklore. In other words, most stories are made of essentially the same elements, described as the monomyth. A common outline in tales involving a hero, the Hero’s Journey begins with escaping a dull world to enter the underworld. The traveler faces barriers prior to metamorphosing into a triumphant hero.
Improvise: Terrorist, Jail overcrowding, School safety, Environmental protection, Minimum wage raise, Money debt , Welfare Hello my fellow Americans of the U.S.A the greatest country alive in the world today. I am here to make america great again and i will try to fix the problems of america like for example, rights of groups that are having trouble getting noticed or dealt with. Another thing that we’ll need to fix is drug problems, addiction, and conviction voting and the reason is, do you have a relative that has been convicted of a crime and has done or is doing drugs and is addicted and wants to vote well i will fix that problem. Well, that is another thing that will be fixed along side immigrants that come here ILLEGALLY and unfairly
I hope you TRUE Buccaneer fans have been watching the pre-season games over the last two weeks. I especially hope you have been watching my MAIN MAN DOUG MARTIN! There has been a lot of talk about Buccaneers drafting Dalvin Cook, or some other running back, but I have ALWAYS been a believer in Martin. Doug is suspended for the first three games of the year for violating the NFL's Drug Policy. Martin will be back week 4 vs Giants ready to roll but Licht has said Martin may not be the starter when he comes back.
From five dozen onwards, I seriously stepped up the force with each subsequent dozen I laid on and still you took them well. By the ten dozen point, I felt that you had had a good first taste of the Army Cat, it had challenged you in a way you hadn 't been challenged before and you had risen to the challenge that each stoke of the Cat presented manfully and achieved something few men are hard enough to do. I really got into the pain during the second half of my flogging. As I commented above, the nature of the pain changed and I felt harder and harder as I took each stroke. You pitched the severity with which you laid it on superbly, so that it challenged me and hurt me right to the end, but also made me feel more hard and proud with every stroke that I took.
To most people, talking in front of crowd can be very intimidating; however, some students choose to use their time outside of class to practice and perform speeches competitively. There are many great extra-curricular activities at Western, and one of these excellent programs is Competitive Speech. Often times sports are given the spotlight at Western, but the number of students participating in Competitive Speech keeps increasing and more people are taking an interest in this beneficial activity. Some reasons why the number of participants is increasing could be because of the many advantages of practicing public speaking, or it could be due to the brownies made by Western’s speech coach, Mrs. Christians. Whatever the reason, Competitive
Speech Category: Persuasion Speech Topic: Go Exercise Weekly! General Purpose: Motivational Specific Purpose: The purpose of this speech is to motivate my audience by discussing the problems with not exercising regularly, offering solutions to the problems, and showing them different activities that can make exercising enjoyable.
Sweat beads on my forehead and the sound of my short, ragged breaths fill the early morning silence. Sharp pain pierces at my shoulder from a deep knife wound, but I am too distracted to give it a second thought. The past few days have been a blur, mixed with endless running and anything else that can take my mind off of reality. As I continue to push myself farther down the racetrack, my thoughts wander to Day and his mother. Within a moment, my head is flooded with the memories from the Lake Sector only three days ago.
Okay?” My instructor said as she was watching my mom ride and correcting her or congratulating her. I silently nodded my head and waited, it seemed like forever, but nearly five minutes later, it was my turn. I rode a decent sized pony, but she was just a starter, until I was ready for the big one, the one that my mom rode. I rode into the arena, nervous but excited, it was my turn to feel the wind.
I was in a semi-asleep state of mind when the bus finally pulled up to Rosedale Park; my arm was mildly chafed from sleeping against the seat handle and the heated earbuds swiveled uncomfortably in its squeezed position against my ear canal. Fluctuating feelings of dread and anticipation washed over me as I took in the fact that I was about to race my first 5K of the season after not having run for half of a week due to my metatarsal injury. As I ripped the earphones off from my ears and shoved the cross-country spikes and stale mini-pretzels in the crumpled, pale-white paper bag, I tried to settle my blenching nerves. Recalling the dozens of starting gunshots and striders along the grasslands and tracks did not help in the slightest. I was consumed by self-deprecating thoughts: thoughts about letting down and having the whole effort be in vain, thoughts about shriveling into a crouching quitter in the middle of the race, clobbered down by asthma.
“BOOM” is what I hear as I descend from my jump shrieking in pain. It was an exciting, fun day at the Dakota Classic dance competition in Dakota Valley, little did I know something disastrous was going to happen to me in the middle of the competition. It was early in the morning and I had already performed my solo and I had four more dances to go that day.
I was on the field fighting the night before, we stood together, our spirits linked. The next morning, I was stretched out in an anonymous place where I heard people crying, sobbing. I realised that I couldn’t move my legs anymore- not even if somebody poured lava on it. Petrified with my fist clenched.