Makayla's Story: A Narrative Fiction

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

I can’t give you the whole denotation about me because there is no single definition about me. People have many different ideas that characterize how they perceive Mikayla NaSya Lewis. Even strangers create their personal ‘Mikayla’ in their mind, and all of those different concepts of me create who I am and what I represent.

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

“Excuse me? My name is Irene Wington, can you please help me?” She tries to hear a response very closely, but there were none. Questionable, Irene goes closer to the figure, but as she goes closer, the winds get stronger and it moves away. She tried to catch up, but soon it disappeared, and as it faded away, the winds weakened.

There were dolls dressed up in very traditional outfits and many dressed in modern clothes. As she starts walking up toward the replica doll, she finds another figurine of a boy on a miniature bicycle, lying on the ground. Alma bends down and places it upright. As soon as she places the doll down, it rode its bike straight to the door, however the door closes before it could leave. In spite of the door closing shut, the figure continued to ram into the door. Shifting from the boy on the bicycle back to the replica doll, once again, the figurine vanished. Looking desperately, she finally spots it standing high on a shelf. Alma tries strenuously to reach the doll, using all her strength for one touch. When she finally places the tip of her finger on the doll’s cheek, the shop began spinning, faster and faster. Suddenly, everything went black.

“Alright, Mother,” James said as he turned to his beloved sister. James tried to teach Ann what he had learned that day when Father entered the house. He addressed the family and sat down at the table as Mother brought a bowl of terrapin stew for supper. The family began eating the wonderful stew, when Ann interrupted the silence.

“Oh I see where we took a wrong turn,” Kelley sighed with relief, “We have to take a right and then go straight all the way to that bridge.” They began walking, all relieved that they found a way out of the sticky situation that they were in. “I see our mom,” Will announced as they walked up towards their mom. Finally they reached Kelley and Will’s mom, “Why do you all look so nervous and sweaty?” Their mom questioned. All four of them laughed, “Just a bit nervous from the rides,” Makayla stuttered with an uneasy look on her face. Kelley and Will’s mom just looked at them and replied with, “Alright well it’s about 3 o’clock now, we have about four to five hours left before we need to leave so when it is 6:30 come and meet me back here and then we can leave.” Kelley nodded in agreement and laughed, “Yes ma'am.” Several hours passed by and it was now time for these four crazy teens to get going, “I’m so glad we found that map,” Kristin stated as her and Will walked out the exit gate. “Me too, I don’t know what we would of done without that map,” he whispered

Climbing through the broken window and out onto the oak branch, she begins climbing down the tree with her mom right above her. Hitting the ground with a loud thud her dad falls the last 3 feet landing right beside her. "So where to now?" he asks. "Just follow me. I've got to pick up some more survival gear" Artemis answers back. "Wow, you sure did prepare in advance for this, didn't you hunny?" her mom automatically says being surprised at her daughter's preparedness. "Yep, sure did.We have almost everything we need besides a couple of items. But let's get away from here first before we get hurt or worse." Artemis tells her mom right as the rest of the house falls into the rapidly expanding

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

The fireworks had just ended leaving large smoke clouds in the sky, and the large swarms of people made there way to the front gate. Lauren reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to check the time. She clicked the lock button on the side a few times before realizing I had died. She sighed heavily knowing she had probably missed Camila’s good night text. Something they had done every night around the same time for the last 4 years.

“Tonight on KIMT live at 5 woman found dead in her house next to her husband and kids with no evidence besides a small note with illegible handwriting, investigators are working on the case now” and then I turned and looked at my best friend Myah, and we both had a strange look on our faces.

Kiersten Miles became the babysitter for 16-month-old Talia Rosko, not knowing that both of their lives would be changed forever. The 22-year-old college student stepped in to save the toddler's life after meeting the family 3 weeks earlier.

She hurried away from the window, fearful that the thing would look up and see her watching. She scurried into the closet and closed her eyes, praying that it wouldn’t get inside. The girl heard feet hit the floor near the window and knew it had entered her tower. She peeked out through the slats in the closet door and gasped at what she saw.

There once was a girl named Skylar, she was a foster because her parents both died in a plane

Once it was a rainy, stormy, just all in all a dreadful day, and Bellamin was loving it. They couldn 't believe how much the dreary outside had made the once dreary inside of they 're resting place so much nicer. They could hear the rain splatter on the ground above them, and the frogs chirping in the creek a few blocks over. Bellamin loved this moment, as they loved every moment, as they loved every moment since they had become awakened. That was a moment they could not remember however; it was more like the sleepy crawl of your own memories starting at some non existent but totally real point some time in your toddler years. And Bellamin knew as much as a toddler waking from a slumber would know, that they had to get up. And so they