English Essay
Lol not to much to talk about...actually I'm just to damn tired. Heres a report I typed up for English. Tell me what ya think. It supposed to be written to King Arthur.
My Lord,
It has come to my attention that you have summoned men, far and wide, to prove their worthiness, to become one of your bold Knights of the Round Table. I feel that I, among others could fulfill that job. I have more then enough experiences in defending my family's honor.
I am one of the nobles of my lands. Please forgive my rudeness. I have not yet properly introduced myself. My name is Sir Christopher M. Bell. I am one of the most noblest knights of my island. Now you may be thinking to your self "what island is he talking about?" Well, my friend, I am talking about Ireland. It's mine! I have done many things to become who I am today. Here are just a few examples of my accomplishments.
About two years prior to me writing this letter, I found myself riding along the riverbank in Listowel. when I heard a fiery roar of evil coming from the distance. I rode as fast and as hard as my horses legs could carry me. When I saw what was ahead of me, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a dragon. Not just any dragon, the last dragon in existence. I saw that he was guarding something, or someone. I saw the person it was holding hostage, but something struck my eye about this person. It was in fact a women. I have seen so many young women in my time, that she must not be much different then the others.
Something struck my eye with this one though. I don't know if it was her beauty, her elegance or just the way she didn't seem afraid even though Death's cold breath was creeping down the back of her neck. As I was day dreaming, the dragon took a mighty blow at me, knocking me down on my back. I got up with slight discomfort and began fighting. This battle lasted six long hours of hard, rough, daring blows exchanged from both the dragon and I. After the dragon had been weakened. I dropped it to the ground. Held my mighty sword at his chest and warned him "leave this place now beast or suffer my wrath !"
Well, although dragons do not speak, it seemed real enough to understand that I was sincere and to appreciate my offer of mercy. After the dragon had left and I had removed my armor, I found that the Princess was unharmed. I introduced my self to the young lady. Alas! I had remembered who this young women was. It was the Princess Kimberly. The Princess of Tortuga. She had been missing for months', almost a year!
I returned her to her father, but along the journey home,I fell madly inlove with her. Granted her fathers permission she is now my wife. We have been together for 4 and a half years now, happily. If this story does not persuade you to allow me to serve with you, I don't know what will. I look forward to hearing your reply.
Faithfully,
Sir. Christopher M. Bell
My Lord,
It has come to my attention that you have summoned men, far and wide, to prove their worthiness, to become one of your bold Knights of the Round Table. I feel that I, among others could fulfill that job. I have more then enough experiences in defending my family's honor.
I am one of the nobles of my lands. Please forgive my rudeness. I have not yet properly introduced myself. My name is Sir Christopher M. Bell. I am one of the most noblest knights of my island. Now you may be thinking to your self "what island is he talking about?" Well, my friend, I am talking about Ireland. It's mine! I have done many things to become who I am today. Here are just a few examples of my accomplishments.
About two years prior to me writing this letter, I found myself riding along the riverbank in Listowel. when I heard a fiery roar of evil coming from the distance. I rode as fast and as hard as my horses legs could carry me. When I saw what was ahead of me, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a dragon. Not just any dragon, the last dragon in existence. I saw that he was guarding something, or someone. I saw the person it was holding hostage, but something struck my eye about this person. It was in fact a women. I have seen so many young women in my time, that she must not be much different then the others.
Something struck my eye with this one though. I don't know if it was her beauty, her elegance or just the way she didn't seem afraid even though Death's cold breath was creeping down the back of her neck. As I was day dreaming, the dragon took a mighty blow at me, knocking me down on my back. I got up with slight discomfort and began fighting. This battle lasted six long hours of hard, rough, daring blows exchanged from both the dragon and I. After the dragon had been weakened. I dropped it to the ground. Held my mighty sword at his chest and warned him "leave this place now beast or suffer my wrath !"
Well, although dragons do not speak, it seemed real enough to understand that I was sincere and to appreciate my offer of mercy. After the dragon had left and I had removed my armor, I found that the Princess was unharmed. I introduced my self to the young lady. Alas! I had remembered who this young women was. It was the Princess Kimberly. The Princess of Tortuga. She had been missing for months', almost a year!
I returned her to her father, but along the journey home,I fell madly inlove with her. Granted her fathers permission she is now my wife. We have been together for 4 and a half years now, happily. If this story does not persuade you to allow me to serve with you, I don't know what will. I look forward to hearing your reply.
Faithfully,
Sir. Christopher M. Bell