My Freedom: A Fictional Narrative Essay

The old women next door was out in her garden again before five in the morning. Blowing the steam from my coffee, I took a sip and watched her bend over the rows of flowers. She reached between the ones with pink petals and yanked weeds in the same motion used when tweezing eyebrows, with swift, controlled jerks. Her hand would clamp, close and squeeze. Then the arm ripped up in one smooth movement. There she would pause, stopping at the same distance from the ground every time. With an…

from the floor always made me raise my head from the pillow. Him leaving was his best side. He liked to see the back of me as well. It was a relief. But to say it out loud would not be good. So we pretended it was all happy sunshine everyday. “You going to the store already?” “Uh huh.” Jesus, he couldn't even bother answering me properly and here I was making an effort. I rolled my back to him and drew the cover over my head. “Have a good day.” “Uh huh.” Closing my eyes, I faked sleep so he wouldn't…

Alex: My alarm went off at 5 like it did every morning. After a quick jog around the loop of the neighborhood and a lightning-quick shower, I sat down to coffee and the newspaper in the kitchen at 5:50. Neither Ben nor Morgan was up yet, so it was generally quiet. Morgan was home from college on fall break, and Ben was still a junior in high school. I found out the hard way that Ben wasn’t a morning person, and he hadn’t been one since kindergarten. It was a bear to get him out of bed, and I had…

you to this desolated place?” The male asked. The lord spoke with a gravelly voice. He looked middle aged, around his thirties but it’s hard to tell, with gray fur and deep-setting eyes. “The roads are treacherous for one traveling alone. Are you lost my friend?” “No.” he replied “I only paused a moment to listen to the music.” The lupin lady cocked her head to listen for a moment and laughed softly. “If you heard it you must have been there for quite a while. I guess you would have heard it much clearly…

again. “Why?” He leaned forward studied her with intense interest. “I felt lonely.” The stern look in his eyes made her feel uncomfortable, but lying never crossed her mind. “And ended up lonely in a room full of people.” “I didn’t find anyone to my taste.” She stared back at him defiantly. “I can change your mind about that.” The grin and the glint in his eye made him look like a Hollywood villain. “I doubt that.” She smiled at him. The words were not a rejection, they were an invitation and…

his being. All the Spencer’s Gifts and Hot Topic stores in the world could convince me less of his profound individualism. I often spent my allotted hour of Internet searching for, then copying and pasting song lyrics into my online profile in order to trumpet the depth and anguish of my troubled soul, hoping to impress him. I dyed my hair pink and purple to match my “edgy” new style of dress, one akin to Ryan’s ratty band t-shirts and tight jeans. I noted with quiet fascination that he sometimes smelled…

tried my best not to look back into the shop while Mark went into the grocery store across the street. I was waiting outside the car, pretending to text on my phone. Just then Constantine comes out with a bag and comes up to me. "Hey Emy, sorry to bother but I know how much your grandmother likes meat, so here." He gives me a bag of some meat, it looked really good. "Thanks Constantine, but you don't need to do this. I mean, for free? Let me give you something at least." I went into my purse…

Ginnie?” “Yeah.” She shrugged out of her coat. “Mr. Graham died.” “I know.” “Right there, in the tree.” “I know. You want some cocoa?” Angela went into the kitchen and turned the stove top on, feeling the heat against her face. “He once was married to my sister. You know, the one who died climbing the mountain. He was with her. I haven't been able to forgive him until now. I think he was trying to say sorry he'd dragged her up every mountain he could find and that's why he was staring at our house from…

wrapped in my blanket like a Butterfly in its cocoon. As soon as I began to have conscious thought of my crush, dancing, and my dreams turning into a reality my eyes opened as if I was facing Bruce Lee himself. Then I jumped out of my bed if I was running with gazelles in sub Saharan Africa. I smoothly landed into a crouched position on the ground I got straight into my dance battle stance with a stare determined like Eminem. I knew today would be a good day with the sun shining on me through my white…

answered unto her,”You my queen, but Snow doth grow more beautiful everyday and soon her beauty will outshine yours.” “NEVER,” proclaimed the Evil Queen, “Not one peasant is more beautiful than I, the queen of all the lands!” Now, poor Darcy knew he should not have told the Evil Queen of Snow's beauty, but he thought if he was compliant she might discover a spell to cast him out of the mirror. Soon after, the Evil Queen entered the mirror's room.“Snow is dead!” she proclaimed, “Now my mirror boy, speak…