... hands of evil. There is no surrender, no retreat. There is a chance if we sack this citadel of darkness that we will have a chance to regroup and to make one last daring drive strait for the gates of hell and seal it off for ever. It all started 25 years ago in my fathers court... “Your Majesty!, Riders from Fort Condor have arrived! Our men have been over run and castle sacked. �, said the Kings General exasperatedly, “ Our armies were well trained there, even your elite guard was lost, These CANNOT BE MORTALS YOUR MAJESTY!� The King turned and took a good look at his general. Ragnoth was a tall man, ...

... sergeant type, which had the team line up in the same place every day to do our calisthenics before each practice. The team captain stood facing the rest of the team and lead us in various stretches and other warm-ups. The coach was very strict. No horse play or unnecessary talking or anything else we knew would make the coach mad. Coach would have us do drills having to do with the plays we ran during the game. If we made a mistake coach would stop us and make an example of whoever messed up. He would say, "Did everyone see what Bryan just did? That is what you should not do." He would then gripe a little ...

... victim, choking and engulfing, destroying, leaving just another emtpy shell behind, devoid of any life. Night set in, the stars were obscured by thick blankets of smoke. The day was done. Stores got ready to lock up and street lights were turned on to aid the bread winners, so they may travel safely. Few were fortunate enough to own automobiles so they could avoid the cold dangerous streets and dark alleyways. Most shops were already abandoned, finished for the day. Yet few doors were still open, desperate for any last minute customers. One such shopkeeper was Phil Anderson. Anderson had worked ...

... community service activities, through learning aabout leadership as a partisipant in the cadet chain of command, and from teachers at ________ who support our efforts to meet our goals. Encouraged by my interest in "Patton" and military strategies, my dad began to share his interest in military history as I grew older. This interest extended out to interest in battleships and battles. Family vcations were sometimes planned around visits to places such as the Russian fort, Fort Ross north of San Francisco. ...

... the great experiences at Space Camp had a significant effect on my ability to make American friends, my decision to study in the United States, and my career goals. First, it was really fun and interesting to talk with American students. After camp started, I talked with the Japanese friends I had met at the airport because I was too afraid to speak in a language I had studied for only three months. However, I wanted to make American friends because I thought it was senseless to come here if I only talked with Japanese friends. On the second day, we were divided into teams with three to five Americans on a ...

... in Apple BASIC presented me with an opportunity to create my own world. One day, my parents told me that we were going to move to the United States of America, and I developed a strong feeling that my life soon would change forever. After spending nine years in Vietnam, our family moved to a totally different environment. This I knew would be my toughest challenge to date. As a third grader attending a new elementary school in a new country, I felt left out because of my inability to communicate and adapt with the environment. Some kids assumed that I did not understand them at all, so they made rude remarks abou ...

... move out on my own. Since this was my first time on my own it didn’t hurt that it was only thirty miles from home and I could get help if it was needed. Joe was leaving his job at Kelly’s, a local restaurant in downtown Norman, and thought I might be interested in replacing him. I came down and met with Rick Rubinski, the owner, who turned out to be an old hippie friend of my father’s from the early seventies, and was hired on the spot. I was hired as a cook and was soon running the kitchen for the day shift. Our menu mainly consisted of home cooked favorites such as boiled pot roast with new potatoes and hon ...

... a little. "Probably fuckin' infected," Aaron chuckled, thinking of the night he pierced it himself, using only a heated up safety pin and a bottle of Smirnov vodka for a pain killer. Amir pulled into a handicap spot. "You can't park here," Aaron said. "Sure I can," Amir replied. Aaron studied the face of the Bosnian Immigrant. Amir had fought for two years in the war against the Serbs. His face was remarkably pleasant, although his eyes looked as if they belonged to a forty year old man and not a seventeen year old boy. His tan skin and wide smile seemed out of place when one took in Amir's mohawk and torn ...

... I wasn't, I was in Rocklin, California. Id moved here at the begging of August. And I'd hated it ever since. But I was willing to give Rocklin a shot, even though ever kid I'd met in town so far had said ‘Rocklin is the worst school'. As I walked forward with the white scrunched up piece of paper that told me my classes, I tried to look like I fit in. As I looked around for my class, I noticed I was on the wrong side of the building. ‘At least I know where the main building is,' I said to myself. The main building looked bright and cheery, like the sun. I trudged over to the main building trying not to look at ...

... the smallest he could find. I remember how gigantic it was. I was so afraid of it and there was no way that I was going to control that monster-sized material. The bicycle remained in my backyard as a decoration for a month because I refused to ride it. Honestly, I was scared to try it. After a month, my dad gave me a lecture to teach me what being a man was all about. I was finally determined to try it. My dad was proud of me and I felt very manly. He and I went to the park to see what we could do there. The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that my dad told everybody not to ...