Carl's Illness-Personal Narrative

I was pulled forward so my bottom was perched on the edge of the sofa. I grabbed at his Bad Boy jeans and professionally whipped open his buttons in one swift flick of the fingers. His sweet aroma of Brut and smoke hypnotised me as his yellow stained fingers twisted at my nipples, he got turned on at the small amount of milk lubricating his movement. As he thrusted inside and I grabbed on his buttocks I just knew this was the start of something special. I was in love. As we lay back and smoked a Horizen I thought about what life would be like with Gazza. I knew I had hit the jackpot with Dwaynes brother, he had much better prospects and was wealthier than Dwayne too. You see Gaz had twisted his ankle while running from te police after robbing the bottle shop last year. He is now on the disability. I know in my heart Lauramtha will love him too. We could even pass her as one of his own children. That is unless she comes out black…… to be continued.

I fight for my health every day in ways most people do not understand I lay in bed struggling just to get up in the morning only to get faced with a new day of troubles. All I think about is the day that being a normal eighteen year old ended for me. I was responsible went to work every day, and was trying to figure out my first year of college until everything was flipped upside down.

He was the most gentle lover, I had ever known, yet, the simplest touch from him, stimulated every fiber of my being; I felt I would go insane if he did not take me soon… When his mouth lowered to my pleasure place, I immediately climaxed and then cried because it was not what I wanted, not yet. He rose and entered me, causing a continuation of my orgasm that seemed to go on forever; I thought I would die from the immense pleasure he was giving me. His eyes watched me; even as he kissed me, he never closed his eyes. Not, until it was time to let loose his juices. Eye to eye, I watched him. I wondered how it felt for him. Did it feel the same? Did it feel better than what I

I wake up to see Lennie standing over my bed and staring at me, and poking my arm. He keeps saying my name over, and over again trying waking me up. I get up and push him off of me because he is getting too obsessive. I get out of my burlap sack, and instantly feel A knot in my back. I shake it off, and pull all the ticks off of me. Lennie asks me what we are doing today even though I already told him what we were doing last night. Then I tell him that we are hauling bags of grain to the barn. I put on a rugged pair of denim overalls with a dirty white shirt underneath that stinks. I ignore the smell because I have gotten used to it. We go and get or company brekfast of slop with a side of slop. Lennie digs right in without a second thought, I on the other hand can barely choke it down, but I need the protein. Then after almost regurgitating my food Lennie, and I head off to a long day's work.

I got into my pajamas with hearts all over them and blue under them they were as soft as a cloud. When I got into bed to rest my head I imagined what fun Lexie and I are going to have. I always text her, but it will be nice to see her face to face. I rested my eyes and closed them shut I then fell asleep and dreamed. Most of my dreams from that night were about Lexie and me as kids, and how we would play at the park all the time.

It was a cold stormy night. The house was still. I was lying in bed when I heard a series of knocks at the door. As I descended the stairs the knocks were getting louder and louder. I thought to myself, "Who could be at the door this late at night?" When I opened the door there was a tall man dressed all in black. He smelled of fish and looked like he just walked out of a mud pit. He was having car troubles and needed to use the phone. I invited him in and told him that the phone was down the hall in the living room. Instead of calling the tow truck he called his friend, George, to come pick him up. I invited him to have a cup of coffee and some cookies while he waited for his friend to pick him up. We talked for about an hour when there

I wanted to thank him for being there, but my heart was damaged, with no space for gratitude. My lips were slightly cracked, my fingers were worn down from the constantly holding onto his apparel. Abruptly I lifted my face to his, speaking to him the only way I knew how. My lips intermingled with his, he didn't move, even I was unwelcome there. Impossible stillness. For a moment there was a suspended second of nothingness before colliding again. I didn't care if he didn't want me the I wanted him, I needed to feel the sensations I had felt with him before. I only cared about myself, how everything would affect me, but I let myself fall back on his lips. He was uncertain as I guided his fingers to the lining of my face. His stubble scratched at my skin gently, unraveling my itch for him. His faithless lips responded to mine. He staggers foward, pulling me closer, placing me on his lap. My mouth opened in slight shock, but it is greeted with his lips again. I safely lean my back against the steering wheel, cautious not to sound the alarm. He kissed me until the space between his lips drew out the blue in my blood. With a slight tug, I easily came tumbling down onto him, warm sugar huddled at his fingertips. My precious bag had fell to the floor, but I didn't care enough to notice. His body was pressed against me, firmer than I had imagined, which frightened and excited me. One of his hands stroked my upper thigh, my body

Katlynn was out of the hospital after about a week and a half. All of us girls cleaned the house spotless upon her arrival. That may not sound like much, but we were young girls that lived on a farm, so being messy was pretty much our thing. Katlynn came home and we all showered her with hugs. The first week she was home we watched her like a hawk, trying not to make it noticeable. Since Kate got out of the hospital she has to take pills every morning and night, and she had to make a trip to Mason city twice a year. Today she only goes once a year because she hasn’t suffered a seizure since. There have been a few scares here and there, though. It’s been seven and a half years since that terrible day, and Kate’s doing great. She is at the age

Sarah walked in and looked like she hadn’t slept much. She waved at us then went to her room. After we finished eating I curled up at one end of the couch and watched TV. Ryder wasn’t happy about that so he picked me up, laid down on the couch so I was lying in front of him. With a throw blanket laying over us we both fell asleep. A loud knock at the door woke me up. I slid out from under Ryder’s muscular forearm and jogged to the door. I looked out the peep hole and there stood a flower delivery guy.

She agreed with me, it was dark,we had nowhere to sleep because the house was gone, it was teared down by the wind, we slept inside the treehouse. We slept throughout the night and it was morning, ten birds had been singing on the same note which made it seem like a performance. The Black Blizzard was gone, nothing else was broken, we both went outside and out of nowhere a gust of wind comes out and pulls her I grabbed her hand and held onto the tree that was lifting the tree house and

I let him sleep on the bed. I watched him fall asleep and then just after a few minutes, I fell asleep. When I woke up he was still asleep and when he awoke the sun shined in his stormy blue eyes, causing them to shine bright blue. I drove all the way down the mountain and back to Manville. He was very silent and I asked, “Why did you lie about having a mother?” He answered, “I always believed that my mother would come back for me if I believed enough.” Then, I got distracted and the car tumbled down the mountain. We tumbled over and over.

Soon as we got out of the car Patrick stood out of the car waiting on me and I walked over to him and he slipped his hand into my back pocket. I felt a smile spread across my face and a blush across my cheeks I didn't know why I felt like it was my first time hanging around the boys again and his touch felt so foreign to me wherever he touched me I felt tingles it was like a spark that I missed the sting of. I couldn't stay mad at him for just kissing another girl and I went off and probably hurt him more than he hurt me.We walked into the school and I was loosely holding Patrick's hand he looked down and asked "What's wrong?" I shook my head "It's nothing Patrick." He stopped and said "Kas I can tell when there's something wrong with

“This could be the best sleepover ever”. The door unlocked and I pushed it open. It was a pretty plain room with a set of beds, a sink, a dresser and a little desk. It wasn’t terrible, but we were only staying for a few days. After things settled down, we found ourselves sitting around. Dylan and I decided to watch TV.I remembered it was Monday which meant my favorite TV show was on. I finally found the channel. I was feeling pretty good about this trip, and happy I came. We decided to hit the hay, knowing tomorrow was a big

Every movement the seadweller made, every single one of his actions were being monitored by Gamzee as if he were a sadistic predator staring upon prey that knew it had been caught; but was still trying to provide resistance to something inevitable. His lip curled back to reveal a row of sharper than sharp fangs, the juggalo growling out a purr under his heavy breaths as he watched Eridan squirm beneath him and unintentionally back himself further up against the wall. Now that only motivated the clown to keep doing what he was doing. The fact that Eridan wouldn't be able to tell anyone about his little escapade with Gamzee without getting a culling fork jabbed against his throat was obviously one that the subjugglator was well aware of. Besides,

Kimchie was sitting on the plane, excited he finally gets to leave the Meat farm and live. He was still upset that the slaughterers had gotten all of his brothers and sisters before they could be rescued. Kimchie was only 17 but he doesn't know much about the outside world. The plane soon landed and he went to the hotel area to sleep while the other rescues went to go eat. He flopped onto the bed and looked out the window and wondered if he will ever find love one day, he watched the planes leave and land for a while before falling asleep. He dreams about his mother and how when she was alive he was safe from the men. He soon awoken, it was 3:28 am, “it was only just a dream..” he decided to go back to sleep but didn’t dream. The next day he was getting ready for the day, he rubbed his chin and caressed his beard then brushed the lint and dirt out of it. He brushed his hair and trimmed off the sides of hair hair so he doesn’t get it mixed up with his beard. He gotten dressed in a nice flannel and worn out boot cut jeans with size 14 ankle high boots. His best friend and crush barely woke up and looked over at Kimchie, “morning puppy” he sat up. Kimchie walked over and sat next to him, “morning Wally, sleep well last night?” Wally leaned over and gave him a hug, Kimchie felt happy but knew Wally no longer was interested in him. Wally pulled back Kimchie and pinned him down before nipping his ear gently, “don't forget who you're with, puppy~.” Wally pinned him down and they