Gander: A Narrative Fiction

The anger flowed through her veins and killed her mind as if it was a deadly toxin to her spirit. Her eyes which were once full of innocence and happiness were now full of fire and would kill anybody in their path. Just by looking into her burning stare would slash you into tiny, bloody pieces. No one that knew her would be able to recognise her, as the girl they once knew was gone, and it was all because of him; the vicious, cold-blooded

Several readers can most likely think back to a time where they felt jealousy or hate. These emotions are very powerful and allowing the reader to experience that in this story lets them completely become the narrator. At this point, the narrator is starting to understand that maybe, just maybe, the hunter is not on the same page as her.

Sarah heard Bella hit the water. She started to cry as she sees the rough waves consume Bella. Sarah stays at the cliff for hours mourning over the death of her best friend and can 't help but think it 's her fault.

I finally made it to Independence. As I walked to the front entrance I noticed a lot of wagon near the entrance. As I soon as I got the entrance, they made me pay a small toll. I took my wagon inside and gander at the town. The only thing I could see was the people and their wagon crowding in the streets. I look all around the whole town, but can only see wagons close to me. Then I noticed a small general store close to the bar. I got up close and the sign read Jorgensen's General Store. I checked my supplies and noticed I was running low. I walk into the General store. When I walked in, there was Lady working at the counter. I greeted her with kind respect and I ask her if I can by some supplies. She greeted me with kind respect and she told me I can look around the store. I gander at all of then item she had in her store. After a couple of minutes, I selected a few item to take. I grabbed a hunting knife since the one I have been using has been getting dull. I got some bacon and vegetables since I was running low. Also I grabbed some sugar and salt to help with some of the food. I go a first aid kit since I lost mine when I was camping out. I pay the lady with the money I had left and I left the General store.

“Demaris was shot.” He stopped. “I’m sorry.” Then he left without saying anything else. After we heard the slam of the door, I fell to the ground. My mother and I laid there the rest of the night and cried ourselves to sleep.

A relationship had ended in tatters, with unknown causes. He was selfish enough to think that he was the cause. Over the next week Sebastian followed his two friends and watched them become more and more corpse like, husks of what they were meant to be. Hayley hadn’t talked to anyone and had cried during her free time and Chris had become increasingly reckless. He was worried and selfish. He was selfish because he wanted the loves of his life by his side and he regretted leaving them all because he was jealous.

She walked in the house for the door was open. A large creek of n old door he opened . It echoed throughout the old castle. Strange enough the outside of the house was ugly and old, while the inside was like an enchanted castle that looked as if a king lived there. Everything was sparkling clean, no spider webs, no crumbs just elegance and gorgeousness. A sudden bang was heard upstairs. “ Hello.. Matthew?” she said scared and confused. As she was there to investigate she noticed a scratch on her arm that had been open and bleeding the whole time. She ran out in fear and went home. She was looking out the window when she saw matthew coming back home with black bags. As he knocked on the door it opened and he seemed to be arguing with someone at the door. He looked really frustrated. Suddenly he stopped and turned to Leanna's window where she had been looking. She closed the curtain scared and decided to go to sleep. That night she heard the doorbell ring. “ Oh hey Matthew, what’s up?” Without hesitation he yelled, “Did you go inside my house tell me, did you?” As she looked down at her arm covering it with her arms crossed she said “ No, never.” He uncovered her hand as he looked scared at the cut he said “ I’m sorry, look there’s a demon in my house that has been haunting and feeding off of me and my family. He killed them all... now he scratched you and left his mark in you. The only way he will come after you now is…... through me!” As the possessed Matthew attacked her, she ran upstairs where she knew she had a gun. The lights went dark, she heard a deep breathing as she heard her name being called in a demonic voice. “ LEANNA! Where are you?” Scared for her life she grabbed the pistol she had hidden and started to load it. The house started to shake as a loud frustrated monster like scream was heard throughout the house. The beep in her made her ears bleed as if the

To this day, Stephanie still remembers the moment she was eye-to-eye with a gun barrel. Having a gun pointed straight between her eyes, knowing her life could end in a second was a spine-chilling moment. An ordinary September day took a turn when she was met by a nefarious criminal on her way home from work. The day she came close to death changed her whole perspective on life, making her a more watchful and cautious person. Every event in one’s life shapes them; however, when life's at stake, it changes everything. Stephanie’s near-death experience changed her.

Well, where to begin to tell you my story. Oh! Let’s start with the old recordings that show how it all began.

Ayla could not believe the anguish in Kailey’s voice. All she could remember was running out the room, passing by her mom, and somehow making her way downstairs to the black leather love seat where she lay curled up into a tight ball. Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought of Kailey’s words, “Get out and stay out!” While the words stung, Ayla was more hurt and embarrassed by the fact that Kailey’s friends were witness to the actions that lead to her running away from them. All she could think of was how she felt about Kailey as she blurted out between sobs, “I hate you Kailey… I hate you!”

As usual, he beat me to the bottom and crashed on a pile of leaves. The round started to tremble and my heart started to shake. “What’s happening”, Jonathan asked as hé followed.” I don’t know, What are you doing here?”, I asked. We raced to the bottom and there was, the hole that swallowed us all together in a blink of an eye. At moment everything changed. I yelled for the name of Jonathan, instead of seeing him come to me in my rescue, their he was lying on the floor. “ Aicha I knew you left and I knew why, but when heard you came back I couldn’t believe it. You look more beautiful than ever.”, he choked in every word. I didn’t know where the blood was coming from, it was everywhere. “ I know why she died? You were right I Keats believed you, but your uncle Damian didn’t do it.”, he said as every single teardrop landed on my shirt. His head near my chest, I was confused. “Where are you bleeding?”, I asked in anger. A glimpse a light shined and there was the bullet in his chest. “Listen to me, he’s here with us here, he did it to Faith. He shot me from telling you.” He was gone. I tried everything, in the end there I was, sitting in his blood trying to hold it together. Before he died he said I was right, Faith was raped, but by the person who was with us. “ Christopher”, I whispered to myself. Everything became even more darker and more silent until the only thing I heard was my heart

Maddie slogged into the precinct after a retched cold snuck up on her in the middle of the night. After hours of flopping in bed like a fish washed ashore, she’d given in to her better senses and downed some heavy-duty cold medicine. The sleep that followed was comatose restful, but this morning, she couldn’t snap out of it. And although she was glad Antonio had left for vacation, she now had to work the Caitlin Dunne case herself.

Knock! It was Drew at Hannah’s bedroom door. It had been five days since Hannah had found out about Lilli’s death and the funeral was that night. Hannah pulled herself out of the mountain of blankets to let Drew in. Hannah was a wreck, mascara all down her face, her hair hadn’t been washed in five days and was in a messy bun, sweat pants and a sweatshirt. When Hannah opened her bedroom door Drew immediately grabbed her small figure and embraced her. He had brought her some homework and Chinese. They sat on the floor sitting criss-cross from each other. “How are you doing? How about you eat something?” asked Drew. Hannah just stared blankly. Drew was starting to get frustrated. “Hannah?” Drew said. Nothing. “Hannah?” Drew repeated. Still nothing. “Hannah! Talk to me! Drew yelled. A single tear slipped down Hannah’s cheek and she yelled back “I’m fine and I don’t want to eat!”. “Damn Hannah! I’m trying to help you and you just push me away. I know losing a best friend is not easy!” Drew said as he got up and started leaving. Hannah stood up following him to the door. “You know why she died? Do you? I bet you don’t!” Hannah yelled as more tears pooled down her face. “It’s my fault!” she yelled. “It’s my fault” she repeated in an almost inaudible whisper. “It’s not your fault Hannah.” Drew said as he wrapped his comforting arms around her. Hannah started sobbing into his shoulder. She kept trying to speak, but nothing could come out in between her sobs. “She died after

The woman’s dirt stained sweatshirt is damp with my tears and snot. I sniff, hiccupping. My breathing comes and goes in ragged, panicked gasps. My lungs are tight and my eyes hot. I feel sick as images of Emerson’s bloody body and the spray of Leighton’s brains against the tree flash through my mind.

“Rylee!” Courtney exclaimed, and I swiftly looked out the window of the bus. I saw Nicole, her hair all knotted and her legs shaking out of fear, holding four members of the group at gunpoint. Her brother was whispering to her, trying his absolute best to soothe her and force her to put the gun down. I suddenly jumped as I saw a dark figure come out of the woods, just as Nicole averted the gun towards me and Courtney. It took me a moment to discover that the silhouette was Simon coming to our aid. He silently crept behind my cousin and slowly but forcefully took the gun from her trembling hand, pointing it at her.