Royal Guard

The man fell to his knees in front of me and begged, “Your majesty, please, my village is starving. We’ve had little food since the drought started, but I’m sure you know about that, it’s just that because it is so dry, a fire started and charred most of the crops. We don’t have any food now, and it will take too long for the remaining plants and soil to break apart and be ready for crops agian. It’s time we just don’t have, your majesty, please help us. The children,” he shivered, “the children…

irresponsible adults who try to drop their kids off at the pool and leave to kids who couldn’t swim and jump into the deep end, to even families who lacked at least one family member could speak English. My pool was a single guard pool with approximately two guards. Two guards to switch on and off all summer. With that being said, my biggest challenge there was giving up my entire summer for this place and working at the least 5-hour shifts every single day. I’d be lying to you if I told you…

“ 3, 2, 1, go!” Thorin jumped up and ran over to the guard and attempted to fight with him whilst Bilbo ran to the cage holding all the dwarves and smashed it open. Thorin ended up slaying the guard and they all ran out of the prison area. They didn’t stop running either, they all ran along any routes they found hoping for an exit. Cyclopses ended up noticing and the group was…

We all were assigned a task, Bram was the one too find police uniforms for everyone, she worked laundry, it shouldn't be too hard. Dara was the one to find the cell key, she had a guard who really like her. Sidney was the one to find a way for us to get out, she used to be an engineer. That was the easy part, figuring out the plan, but to complete it, was gonna take brains over brawn. 10 days past by and almost everything was complete…

take him. I looked over to the guards… they noticed him. One of the guards came rushing over, swearing at the boy and lifted the boy by his ear. The boy began to whimper as the guard threw countless slaps across the boy’s face. The guard took the boy into the jungle… every one stopped when they began to hear the boy wailing and crying out for help. The boy came out whimpering, holding on to his falling trousers as he ran in to the toilets. The guard came out a few seconds…

Louie’s Most Important Character Traits Louie was always treated like an animal, caged up so that his dignity would be broken. In the hardest times, Louie would not give up but instead stand up to the POW guards. He was born in Torrance, California. Louie was impish, at a young age and he started to smoke and drink alcohol. He was a rebellious child growing up, which helped him survive many obstacles in the future. As Louie was growing up, he became a world class runner and even made it to the…

The security guards told us to make sure we took out our shoes and each and everything from our pants pockets. In Cummings the where security guards outside by the entrance where the cars enter taking the drivers name and ID checks. However in the rest of prisons there were no security checks by the gates. Cummings also had more security…

There have been thousands of migrant stories over the years, of people who have come to Australia for a new life. This is the story of Adam and Arek Romaniuk, who travelled from Krakow in Poland to Australia in the 1960s. World War two had raged through Europe in the 1940s, Poland was perhaps more affected than any other country. It was decimated and lost its independence. For 20-year-old Adam, a farmer from Krakow in the south of Poland, it meant witnessing much horror and despair at home and…

would make you feel pain for your own being. My focus is snapped in half by the piercing roar of the fiery guards. “Off the truck now!” The guard screeches with his automatic rifle gun pointed at our heads waiting for one of us to make a mistake. One by one I nervously wait for my name to be called that my hands are so clammy it is like a pond of water in my hands. “Truvor!? Truvor!” the guard screamed in our ears that it felt the whole world…

In a school as massive as Boston University, it is difficult for any one individual to become a prominent, widely recognized social figure. Yet somehow, people all over campus recognize junior Barron Roth. Donning a backwards black hat, a long black t-shirt with “Official” plastered in all caps across the front, white jeans, and white Vans with no socks, Barron sails past the windows of Boston University’s West Campus dining hall on a sky blue skateboard. A tiny gold cross swings from his neck…