A normal origin story is supposed to be full of emotion well, this is not your normal origin story. Some people have a “Easy” life and others do not, I guess you could say that I was one of the lucky ones. I had a great family who loved me. School was…well easy. My brother and I admire S.T.A.R. L.A.B.S. one of the most innovative in new technology and we hope to work there one day. Speaking about my brother I have one adopted brother Barry Allen, see my father Joe West raised him ever since his mom died and his dad was accused of her murder. Barry and I have alway liked detectives and We work at Central City Police Department. Everything was great until the accident happened. “Hey Barry you going to the S.T.A.R. L.A.B.S. particle accelerator …show more content…
I shoot up from the bed It was Dr.Wells and he was in a wheelchair he explained to me that he lost his mobility during the meltdown and he built the wheelchair himself. “Where am I?”“Well you are in S.T.A.R. L.A.B.S, you have been in a coma for 3 months. The Particle Accelerator had a meltdown and blew up. you and Barry got caught in the blast radius and were immediately hospitalized.” “Why am I here?” I asked. “Well, we transferred you here because you were the two most injured and needed help immediately.” “What about Barry?” I asked. “Oh, he’s over there in physical therapy. The meltdown blast got to him worse than it got to you.” As I get up I feel… weird, weirder than normal. “Hey Barry.” “Hi Tyler,i've missed talking to you for a month” “wait how long did you?...” “Two months” “Oh well what's new?” we share a light chuckle. Barry smiles “A new coffee shop opened up right around the corner, you wanna go?” “Not so fast you two, you guys are still patients of this facility and we need to do tests to make sure you are ok.” Barry and I exchange glances “I feel fine, and I look even better, … if it's possible” I say. Dr.Wells thinks for a moment and decides that we would be okay if we went to only get
Jack grow up at a farm that had a lot of cow’s. Everyday he had to milk the cows. He was more of the calm and nice type he really didn’t like talking to that many people at school . He always got good grades until Joseph came into his life. When Joseph came he would get in trouble in school sometimes. One of Jack's teachers told him that he needs to stop hanging out with Joseph. Jack’s response was no because he is my brother. A couple of weeks after that Joseph got into a fight with an 8th grader but Jack is in 6th grade. Jack decided to stick up for his brother and jump in and the both beat the 8th grader up. After that they go called to the principal office and she was very disappointed. Both of them ended up getting suspended and there parents were very disappointed. After those actions that took place Jack decided to be back to his old self.
... his groin but tries to defend himself. This is against the rules. After this a "free for all" begins. The lights are turned off by Brother Jacques, who is trying to stop all the madness. The story ends as Jerry is lying almost unconscious in his friend Goober's arms. Archie is taking pleasure in the whole scene, and Brother Leon is standing alone, watching this whole production as the ambulance draws near.
My character is Mr. Brown he is very funny person Mr.Brown has a daughter name Cora by Madea, Brown and Cora had a close relationship between one another they have a close bond Mr. Brown and Madea don’t have a close relationship Madea treats brown like he is a random person that walk up to her that she don’t like at all every time Brown tries to be nice to Madea s tell him to shut up or she curses him out an slap him. Mr. Brown grew up in a town name Bible Belt, with lots of memories of his childhood and when he was about seven or eight years old he spent time in Texas Heartlands. He also began singing in church on the choir. Basically he has been singing since the age of five and later on in life he met a new best friend (Kirk Franklin) and then him and friend began to right gospel songs and they started recording and they made it to the nationwide.
The year was 1986 JADE just moved from his backwoods town of Roodhouse Illinois for the big city of Los Angeles. JADE took his first step onto the city streets as they street lights nearly blind him. He walks into a dark alley to see a couple of guys wearing leather vests and bandanas. They walk up to JADE and notice his suitcase and walked up to him. “Give me your suitcase.” the gang member said. “I’m good.” JADE responded. the gang member grabs his suitcase and pulls it towards him then an echo shot through the air and the gang member fell on the ground with a bullet hole in his lung. “Wait what?” JADE said. “What’s the problem?” I asked confused. “I shot him in the lung with my suitcase how does that make sense?” JADE said “Well I’m the narrator. What I say goes.” I said. “I thought this was about me being a rock star and my journey from where I came from.” JADE said. “I was going to do that but I figured I had a better story.” I said “Ok cool an adventure.” JADE said. “He Shot Lewis.” the gang members said. They all started running towards him. “Wait hold up is you kidding me.” JADE hollered in the sky but there was no answer. He knew that there was no time for discussion so he jump and kicked one of the members in the face and runs the members pull out a guns and start shooting at JADE. That’s when a Delorean pulls up. The door flies open. “Get in.” the driver said. JADE jumps in the car and slammed the door shut and they drove off. JADE looked over to the dr- “Holy crap your Michael j. fox.” JADE yelled excitedly “ Do you realize you interrupted the narrator?” Michael j . fox said “ Yeah he’s kind of a jerk.” JADE said “I’m right here.” I hollered angrily. “Anyway.” Michael said. “I need your help JADE.” “with what?” JADE r...
Dr. Wallace Lee (PhD) a NASA Mission Scientist, thirty-seven years old, Five foot seven, Black hair which is short and cropped, Brown eyes, thin build, very focused, and the man loves his practical jokes. At this time he was studying the impact of the body on long term effects in the Space Station. Two of the astronauts had been at the station for elven months. Dr. Lee was putting them through various types of tests to measure mental and physical facilities. Dr. Lee had been aboard the station four months and was due to rotate out in a couple of weeks.
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The path of Wes, the felon, was a life filled with drugs, anger, and reckless choices. His mother and brother were the major
“Can I help you?” “I’m here for a flu shot,” replied Ethan embarrassed. “What's your name?” “Ethan Lancet.”
The things that shape us as individuals into who we are now, and who we want to be are all different. Everyone has unique events in their life that caused them to have make tough decisions, and decide if what happened will make them or break them. These key events are what make our own personal origin story. Now our stories may not be as exciting as Wonder Woman or other well-known super heroes; however they are what makes us who we are and who we hope to eventually become. The home I grew up in getting foreclosed, straining my hip flexor really bad and having to go through physical therapy, and the story of my first car are the three impactful events that create my origin story.
The year was 1945, the blazing blizzard was harsh and cold, so cold that people froze to death if they went outside, children crying and parents trying to stay warm, all I can hear is the death and sorrow of the people as they struggle to find warmth. This winter in particular was the worst winter that we had ever faced, frostbite was a definite for those who wished to travel the winter baron. I am a poor simple man yet still alive, some would call it luck some would call it a gift from god. No person has a gift from god, I only think this because I am atheist and see no way in there being a higher power. I have been on the streets for 10 years now, I am 27 years old and ever since my parents had died I have had to defend myself and find ways for me to
From a young age, I was very curious. Curiosity caused my mind to see everything from a different perspective than most. I saw what could be improved and how I could improve. For example, when it came to editing movies, I was always able to see what could how it could have been better or I questioned how they had created it. My curiosity led me to try many different activities throughout high school, such as film camps, stage managing for plays, yearbook, and even creating videos for Rochester High School’s awards day. Finally, my junior year, I decided it was time I made films of my own for competitions. I wanted to have something that I could call my own. When it came to the two films I did for contests, I was there throughout the whole process.
It all started with a fish, a chair, and a really bad smell of course I am getting ahead of myself and I wouldn’t want to puzzle you (or would I), you see maybe there is no actual fish, what if the chair just smelled really bad, Maybe someone was smelling bad and they sat on the chair and now the chair smells bad. What if there actually was a fish and that’s what smelt bad… so now I was looking around for the fish. I was thinking to myself “gone forever,” just then I felt something squishy in my coat pocket, and I said “Wow would you look at this!” and pulled out some moldy playdough. I think this will taste good so I took a few bites. A it tasted like play dough first I thought it tasted like something I have tasted before but the I felt
I awoke to the noise of my friends yelling and laughing next door. It was a bright sunshiny day. The breeze through the window was nice and warm. My mom was at work, but my dad was home. I spent the day playing next door until my mom got home from work. My dad left for work every day at 3:30pm. I ran down the side of the fence until there was a break that I went through to get through my yard. Once I got in doors my mom told me that we were going to head into town, and I asked if my friend, Brittany, could come with us. She said that would be fine and to just run to her house and let her mom know. Who knew this trip into town was going to be a big deal and a lot of trouble.
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
...d shots and Alan’s hand had gotten hit. The boys were back inside and the police called and told them that Doctor Curt had arrived. Doctor Curt spoke to the boys and told them that the first shot had been an accident; and that he had read the paper and it looked fine, so they could come out. The kids all walked out, they dropped their guns and were handcuffed, except for Zach who went to his mother and got his medication.