Personal Narrative: A Short Story

Malia gasped for breath as Dominic wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Her hands coming up to grip hold of his hands as if afraid they would leave her at any moment. And loosing him now meant loosing her ability to breath. He was like air, forcablly filling her lungs and pushing life back into her shaking body. It was his fault she was feeling this, but he was the reason she felt strong enough to face it all.

“oh crap i'm late!!” i remember that this day, i was so extremely late for shooting. usually i have to be there at eight but this day, i ended up being on set my ten. of course my cast crew was a little upset with me since i'm not ever late but i told them that i don't exactly know what happened. and it was weird because i couldn't remember anything from the night before. all i could remember was me telling brittany about my mole. i could remember that conversation vividly.

I woke up this morning like any other morning, difficulty. My mother had to rip the blankets off my body which felt like Ice on my skin when the cold air hit me. I got up out of bed and started to get ready for school. When I reached down stairs, I got an immediate bad feeling something about today didn’t feel right. I started to eat my cereal as I heard my brothers cartoons in the background. I finished my cereal and started my mile walk to my school. About Half way on my walk to school, I heard this loud noise as I looked up I saw dozens of planes above my head dropping hundreds of men with parachutes and guns. I ran into the first house I saw it was a vacant beaten down old house that was missing all it’s windows and most of it’s

Day thirty-five. You’re looking at Connor with the biggest smile, a hand on his arm, right after pressing a kiss to his cheek. He has to do a quick self check to make sure everything is working because he cannot think. Words fail to form, he is sure all his processors are failing, so he checks again,

I am greeted by a crisp, cold, wintery, January wind. The gust of wind propels my hair back, while simultaneously sending chills down my spine. I walk out to a darkening sky. It is now around six o’clock in the afternoon. I continue walking to my car. I reach for the car door, and as I grasp the handle it feels as though I am holding an icicle. I open the door with a swift movement, eager to get in the warm car. I shut the door, and wiggle in my seat as I try to get comfortable. I sit back pleased with myself for warming up the car five minutes prior to my departure. I inspect and adjust my side and rear view mirrors making sure they are to my liking. I place my left hand on the steering wheel, and my right hand on the gear shifter. I slide

"Tanner, i'm honestly not in the mood today to do this, so can you please just get my stuff and get out of my seat?"

I quietly let tears run down my face as my mother viciously beat me with her own hands. As she throws me on the floor, her foot makes hard contact with my back barely missing my spine. It feels as if she just threw a hundred bricks at me. “Be quiet! I’m watching the game!” my mother’s boyfriend yells from the living room while he lights another cigarette. I lay there with an emotionless expression on my face as my mother begins throwing whatever she can grab at me. She laughs as she looks at me lay on the kitchen floor silently weeping. “Pathetic” she says loud enough for me to hear. I close my eyes as she picks me up and takes me past her boyfriend and out the back door. I suddenly feel cold, and as I open my eyes, I was thrown into the

The leaves blowing, the wind was whistling. The moon shined brighter than the sun did that morning. I looked like no other normal teenager, But I was wearing all black. Black leggings, Black jacket, Black shoes, black shirt. My hair looked like caramel, my eyes looked like a yellowish brown that shined in the moonlight. My name was nothing important to people. People say “Angelys” is a nice name but i think differently. Nothing seemed to happen, I was coming home from a friend’s house. No one was near or so I thought.

I immediately rushed the mysterious box of money to my room to count it. There was a total of $40,000! Where did all of that money come from?

On a rainy day in November, Allison was sitting out on the porch staring out to the world. However, she started to recall the conversation she had with her best friend Jasmine. The reason she began to remember their conversation was because she felt that day reminded Allison of all the bad days she had in the last few years. Considering Allison was day dreaming, she watched and listened carefully to everything that was going on.

Imagine being stuck in a car upside down on a beautiful day. This was an extremely scary situation, considering I was three and my mom was pregnant. It was just an ordinary day heading over to my Nana and Pop pop's house in Medford NJ when all the sudden “BOOM” some random man hit us from behind sending us into a pile up of three other cars before landing in a ditch upside down.

“I’m so excited!” I said, as we were loading the supplies into the car. I picked up the cooler and loaded it into the back of the truck. My long brown hair brushed my face while the bright warm sun of the afternoon warmed me. Then, I started loading other things into the car, not exactly knowing where they were supposed to go.

As we drive the dirt road passing every memory, one attracted more attention than others. This particular moment at the time was joyous, but only for me. It frightened Maggie and Mother. Why did I find so much delight in this situation? My childhood home was burning right before my eyes while the most valuable thing was inside: the quilts. The quilts were made by Grandmother. Her hands sewed every stitch by hand and every cloth used was worn by her. It was an antique work of art; it would have made a beautiful center piece in our---¨Wangero, can you believe that there are still people living in the filth,¨ Hikam says bringing me back to present time. I responded truthful,¨These people do not know any better if they knew they wouldn’t still be living in this place. They would be living in the city like us.” Hikam silently agrees. After driving on something narrower than a single lane and unpaved, we turn onto thier road. Last time I saw my sister and my mother, it was when I was leaving college--my favorite memory--which was seven years ago. As Hikam and I park in front of the shed, I take a deep breath; open the door and step on the dry dirt.

“Suddenly there was a crash”, Tia’s grandma exclaimed. There the broken floor was broken, and she was never heard from again”

Once upon a time there lived a young girl with her mother. She had everything she could have asked for but she was still unsatisfied and didn’t understand what her loved ones did for her. One day the young girl was walking around the local market when an old woman stopped her and said “ I offer you this magical ring for your beauty. It will grant you any wish you desire but you must choose carefully for this ring with grant you only one wish.”