Personal Narrative

The roar of his musket is audible, even from the safe sanctuary of my home. I jerk my head away from the window and cringe. I see a shadow fall down and land with a small thump on the pavement. I decide, wisely, not to watch anymore and walk away from the

I ducked down so he could not see me. All I hear was the man running but he didn't make it. The man was dead, his back on the ground, his right leg under him and his one eye open the other with a star shaped hole.

I take off my hazmat suit and walk the gravel road leading to my house. I crawl under a fallen tree into a ditch. It is the 10 o’clock gathering shift. If they find me i’ll be sent to the ongoing war with South America. I hear footsteps growing load so I stay still. until they stop right above me. “Spread out! We’re low on recruits,” One says. He might be the sergeant. Three sets of footsteps hed in different directions. I crawl out slowly until hands grab my legs and pull me out. “I got one!” The man screams. I take a jar from my pocket and throw it at my leg. My pants glow yellow. The man's hands have separated from his body. He falls back. Frantically he calls for

Not many people were out. I ran over into the gas station and did the only thing that I knew to do. I stole everything in reach. I was grabbing everything I could see in the aisle that I was in. Soap, cleaners, candy, food, beer. I grabbed until I wouldn't be able to hold anything else. I ran out of the gas station and felt the difference from inside the store and outside. It was a lot colder outside, like ice. As fast as I could I ran to the vacant lot, I heard all of the sirens grow louder and then a police car pulled up across the street from the lot. I knew what was going to happen I was going to have to go to jail. The doors on the car slammed as the policemen leaped out. I had reached the light pole and had nowhere else to go I was cornered. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see some of the guys. And I knew what I had to do. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at the police. Didn't know that it wasn't loaded and that it couldn't really kill them? Probably not. But I was fine with that, that was my plan and it all went just the way I wanted… and ended with a BANG! And you can figure out the

I am Ken and I am 14 years old. I am really good at sports. When my family and I moved here in New York from Paris , it was really hard to adjust. I don’t know anyone in New York. However, when I first came here, I met some new friends in the first day of school. “Hey, are you new here?” asked stranger.

My life has been a whirlwind of chaos, with what seems to be just few moments of calm. As I look back, it begins so perfect. My father and mother loved each other very much, and were great parents. I didn’t have to suffer though the trauma of divorce, neglect, or abuse. I grew up with an older brother that at the time, I thought was a big bully. Now I look back, and I realize that since I made it to adulthood, he must have had the patience of a saint.

It was an ordinary day waking up early, making breakfast for my owners. I was out in the town buying food for tonight’s dinner when a young gentleman walked up to me. I was unimaginably scared but by the time I decided to run it was too late.

I was walking on an open road, when a red chevrolet truck pulls up beside me, the stranger rolls down his window with the creaking of the old mechanism. He spoke, breath filled with the scent of alcohol, many thoughts racing through my mind as I hoped I wouldn't need an escape plan. He asked, raspy voiced “Need a ride?”, hearing the sound of the doors unlock. “No, I’m fine, I was just walking to my boyfriend’s house, he knows I'm one the way, uhm please drive on.” For a moment I thought he might actually drive on, until he unfastened his seat belt. I was already a couple feet from the truck but I

I kept quiet just to be sure, watched him, waited for him to make a move on the car, I moved down the fire escape a little more not taking my eyes away from suspect. Just as I stopped moving to watch him again I saw him look up and stare up at the fire escape, I was in complete darkness, there’s no way he could of seen me; he squinted then looked back down and did what he was there to do, he smashed the car window and just as he was about to open the door he looked up again, he stared directly at me, he knew I was here, they must be getting more cautious I have been doing this for months now. As he stared at me he smiled, turned around and ran, I smiled back that’s when I knew the chase was on. I jumped off the remainder of the fire escape and chased after him, he was fast, but I was faster. I quickly caught up with him and started to give him the beating he deserved, we fought, he fought back for a few seconds, then completely gave up, another win for me I’ll take it, as well as less of a struggle so I can still do more good tonight. It was during this fight the suspect began to laugh, this confused me, but I soon figured out why; we were not alone. Three armed men emerged from the shadows, all weapons pointed at me, it was at this point I realized I have lost, but like I said before, sometimes, you have to fight for what’s right, even if you know you’re going to

What seemed like mere seconds later, cops busted through the door, showering splinters of wood through the threshold. Their gun were trained on me but I stood there, as still as the lifeless bodies at my feet. The bloody knife I held in my hand was a testimony to the crimes that had been committed, whose victims lay at my feet.

The thought of being in the same space as him rampaged within my mind like an inviolable train, that ceased to stop. “There is nothing to fear except fear itself” they say, if only they knew what I was up against.

Once Rick. the horse and I got into the city we started to slow down and walk around till the horse turned a corner and there they were. Hundreds of walkers that were blocking our path, started to run at us like they haven't eaten since they turned. The horse raced away from the Walkers but soon we were trapped and me and Rick were thrown off the horse as it was trampled down to be eaten alive. I pulled my sword out and was ready to kill any walkers who got

It’s all a blur really – the memories that is, some dreams and others reality. I hate that dreams seem so real, that they make everything that you truly want happen. Then, when you wake up, you still think it’s real because you felt everything in that dream and all its emotions. And in that moment, that blink of an eye you have to deal with the nagging in your brain telling you it’s not real. My memories consisted of misguided mistakes that made me who I am today. Like the day I got lost in the mall and hung out in the book store because it was quiet. And the days where my dad and me would sit in the living room and listen to music. My mom would always laugh at me and tell us how lame we were, but it was okay because we knew she was joking.

I woke up. Feeling groggy, I went to take my pills. Being the way my brain was, I needed pills to function. I see things, but others don’t see them. These things, they are right in front of my face, but they are not visible to other people. I could not find my pills, I looked everywhere, even in my drug stash. They were not there. Wait, I sold them to Angelo. Well, remembering this, I need to go to the drug store.

I was on the cusp of abandoning the window, as there was a dearth of any physical specimen worthy of speculation; however, I lacked the capacity to spark the thought of movement, as the space was occupied by what I’d just seen. I couldn’t help but run the previous scenario on a continuous loop about my mind in hopes of perhaps gathering some indication as to why it was significant, why it struck me as odd, or why I’ve ultimately deemed it worthy of such thought. Nevertheless, it appeared to be inevitable, and there I continued to stand, observing the Vance’s, and the rain that fell relentlessly to the earth.