Man With A Gun-Personal Narrative

I sat there patiently waiting for the man to leave, while i sat there i could feel blood dripping down my face. I could even feel my fist hitting the mans face again, each knuckle pressing against his bony face and feeling the creaking of his jaw. Then i came back to reality, My face blood red and being scared to the bone. Terrified of the man finding where i hid.

I quickly woke up to the sounds of loud sirens, I have no idea what is going on as I try to regaining my position. I'm noticing my hands are cuffed as I start to quickly realize what is going on. I start to frantically panic as my eyes finally adjust to my surroundings. I see that I'm clearly in the back of a cop car. I observed that the police officer is seeing that he is periodically looking in the rear view mirror then back to the road. I irrationally start to spit out nonsense before I solidly ask him in a shaky voice, “w-w-whats going on, why am I in here?” He looks back at me, giving out a quick chuckle, “oh you clearly know what you did darling, don't act innocent.” I then reply back, quickly giving him a confused stare “n-no

As they began to pull away from the scene I felt a piercing, sharp needle enter my neck and as that happened, I grew very weak and dosed into a deep sleep. I still don’t know what happened to me, but after that I woke up in a very soft bed. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn’t and as I was attempting to escape from the bed, a tall broad shouldered man approached me. He said “Boy you got skill, and we your

Abruptly, I cramped uncontrollably forward like having my appendix burst. Without warning my legs collapsed. I dropped knees first to the floor. I groaned as my chest slammed into the terrain.

AS he looked at me and I breathed in his every smell he moved towards me and I stopped breathing. I know if he got close enough I was........DEAD. I ran as fast as I could in between the trees and down the hill to the cabin where I knew what laid down there what horrible things were waiting for me but I went anyway seeing them laying there covered in each other's blood I knew I couldn't save them even if I tried and as I turn the corner I'm grabbed by the hair and ripped from my home.

My pace begins to slow down as I can’t seem to control my legs any longer. My knees are buckling. But my life is on the line. If my body won’t make it hopefully my heart will push it too. I use every ounce of air I have left to scream for help. It’s now 6:00 am, and at this point people are now heading to work. I am longing for a car to head my way. Last mile, I can do this. Tears roll down my face and all I want is to be safe. “Help! He”s coming for me!”, I scream hoping for any on to hear. I begin to ball yet no tears seem to come out. I scream again, but this time I scream “call 911” over and over again. At this point I don’t think I will make it to the police station. I am getting dizzy and seeing double and I can barely moving. Moments pass, and I start to hear a ringing in my ear, as I look up I see red and blue light in the distance. I drop to the ground as I know that I am safe. The police approach, but I am no longer able to speak. I point at the man off into the distance. They charge towards him, as he runs away in fear, his body drops to the ground and they handcuff him. Although he fights back he does not exceed. At that moment all my worries release from my body. My heart relaxes, my mind goes blank. I am safe

I woke up in the morning and I took my dog on a walk and I saw a moving van so I had went over there to see what was going on. On the way there there was a family of two there was a Mom,and girl named Sam the family seem very nice I didn't know about the Sam she seem very odd so I did not know what to think about her. The next day I got up and went to school in the middle of the day the girl next door was there and she was off she was rude and we did not like each other she had black pants and Black short and purple hair she look so mean anyways I from the first day I seen here I now that I will not like her.

It had been dark, and looking back at it, Magnolia could see how her intentions had easily been misinterpreted. After all, manipulating gigantic chunks of metal around a room with what appears to be a stick would be quite uncanny, especially for one who is not used to magic. -------------------------------------------------------------------

When In my Mind’s eye his face has been etched since the day I first saw her.

Playing Defense is a young adult romance. It’s sweet, innocent and lots of fun. Sixteen year old Claudia was a teen who only had her eyes on her future, until she met one of the most popular guy in school. Hockey player Chris, he was gorgeous, kind, a prankster and interested in her. When Claudia was given the duty of being Chris’s tutor, their quick friendship came out of nowwhere. For once in Claudia’s life she was not just looking forward to her future school, she was looking forward on her day and seeing Chris again. The connection happened fast and Chris gave Claudia her first real kiss. It was sweet, it was intense. I loved it. Innocent Claudia wanted more with Chris, but does Chris feel the same?

The man chuckles, but doesn’t answer my question. “Do you know why you’re here, Tori?”

I heard screams from the body bag. I needed to get help. I started to tip-toe through the grass but I stepped on a pile of leaves and knocked over a glass vase. The vase shattered and made a loud noise. I turned to look at the three men, but they were already running for me. I turned and started sprinting, but I wasn’t fast enough. They were gaining on me. I started screaming HELP! They caught up to me and tackled me very hard. I said please let me go, I won’t tell anyone. They didn’t believe me. They taped my mouth and tied my hands and legs. I heard dirt being shoveled and I knew they were burying the body. I prayed I wasn’t next . They threw me into the back of the

I come from the projects of Houston, Texas. I was born in an area called Trinity Gardens, the neighborhood that raised me taught me that if you want something you work for it, but if you are starving you do whatever it gets for it.

I thought to my self as my thoughts continued on I realized I had the family sword I s waved my hand and yelled in Latin

Waving his colt pistol to and fro, as if to shame the crowd of broken hyenas for the attempt of the deceased, corpulent man, the lunatic began to mimic the motion of the weapon with his head, and to lightly chuckle once more. The clamoring and ringing of psychological chimes had, by this time, sapped to a dull hum, of which permitted my ability to observe without the need for scrutiny; and I immediately began to scan the area for Margaret. However, upon locating her I took immediate note, with slight reassurance, that she had remained immobile and untouched, although still unconscious despite the gunfire. And as she slouched in her chair of placement, her eyelids were directed towards the heavens above, and her careless, lingering hair stretched