Personal Narrative: A Short Story

On a cold December morning snow blanketed the ground while a frozen mist masked the trees. Only the very tops could be seen. I stepped outside and inhaled the clean, crisp Texas air. Still half asleep, I walked to the truck feeling the soft powder compact beneath my boots and the snowflakes melt as they hit my skin. It was the time of year that I had been longing for.

The people he met along the way would say he was happy and he grew connections with them. Everyone loved how he was just so happy about life, no one had thought he was strange because he was just loving his dreams. Just like Westerberg said "He used to sit right there at the end of the bar and tell us these amazing stories of his travels. He could

In the dusty and dry state of Oklahoma, Tom Joad, freshly paroled goes to his family's house only to find that it is abandoned and empty. After learning that his family is staying at his uncle’s, he goes and visits them where they tell him they’ve decided to go to California, as there is no work in Oklahoma “You know the land is poor. you’ve scrabbled at it long enough, God knows.” (32).

The sun hovered majestically over the edge of the horizon, its rays shimmering a last hurrah before it slowly dipped below the distant California skyline and vanished from sight. Tom sat alone in the Cadillac, his eyes unseeing, his body immobile, his mind locked within the trauma of his recent breakdown. He had fully intended to shoot Holland, to put a bullet straight between his eyes and end the vile man’s reign of terror forever. It had seemed the perfect solution at the time. But on reflection, sitting in solitude as the shadows of the approaching night shielded him from what was occurring within the walls of Holland’s home, Tom realized he had teetered close to the brink of insanity. For a split second, he had lost all rationality, and

My name was announced over the loud speaker “Gary Winthrop now up to bat.” I stepped into the box and took a practice swing. I starred the pitcher right in the eyes tempting him to throw me the ball. He wound up and threw me a slow curve ball that felt like it was hanging in the air forever. I took one step and took a smooth swing. The ball popped off my bat like a rocket and flew over the fence to score the winning run. All 50,000 fans in the stands went crazy. I heard my alarm clock go off, dang it was just a dream. I really didn't feel like going to school.

was driving home from physical therapy for my knee. It had been aching for the past few days. I had never felt a pain like it before, so I played it off as nothing. As soon as I hit the highway, I went underneath the Lowry Hill tunnel. I lost reception on my radio and I soon realized that it wasn’t just the tunnel that was making me lose my reception. A massive storm had loomed over my head. The sky was green and looked like it was turning sideways. Rain splattered against my windshield. Not just droplets of rain, but the ones that look like they had been shot out of a paintball gun. I immediately felt the wind blow my car to the right. I had to swerve hard to the left to avoid clipping a jeep that was next to me. Boy, were they in trouble. The jeep had it’s

Guess what my sister did this weekend? Last weekend was her last meet before counties. She did very well. I had so much fun watching her. There were sad moments though when the relay was lost by a split of a second, b. But I still thought it was fun since it was her last meet before winter.

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.

Johanson,” Deshawn blurts out before handing the gorgeous lady a tall brown envelope. The usual pearly white smile that deshawn received was replaced, instead, by a half hearted grin. The Johansons, in Deshawn’s eyes, was the perfect family. A small dog being chased by their hope filled son behind a nicely, posted, white picket fence. Little joey Johanson or “JJ” reminded everyone of the joy that comes with childhood. While showing off a bright smile, one that can only be rivaled by his mother’s, joey continues to chase the dog around the yard. Getting back into his delivery vehicle, Deshawn notices something out of the ordinary. He’s been delivering to this family for years, and not one time has he failed to see the head of the house’s vehicle missing from it’s usual spot. Tom Johanson and Deshawn both graduated from the same high school. Even though they never really spoke to one another, neither of two would deny being friends with the other. Tom met his gorgeous wife, Cynthia Log, one day after being late for his bus stop. This made Deshawn ponder : had he not traveled to school in one of the shorter buses, could he have possessed the same fate as Tom’s. He gave one more good look at paradise before heading home. Delivering to the Johanson’s is what reminds Deshawn, on a weekly basis, that life could me so much better. His deliveries to that whole neighborhood is a painful reminder of his failures and pointless efforts. What could be worst than being subjected out of paradise, then being forced to service those who weren’t? As he closed his eyes, for bed, Deshawn came to the conclusion that maybe the only thing worst than being below paradise is falling from it.

After what seemed like a long day, Ryder was finally given time to himself. Of course, it wasn’t a lot of time because birthday insured cake and ice cream time, but Ryder was able to unwind from all the stress built up from this special day. He was sitting at his desk, pressed up against the wall under the window that looked out at the front of his house, and he had his light on- only giving so much light in the room. The sun was coming down too, which Ryder thought was the perfect opportunity to write in his journal.

It wasn't like she didn't know who Stiles Stilinski was, it was just that in all those years of school she had never approached the subject—never cared about him one way or the other. She fell into society's view of what a teenage girl should be and she became the popular girl who didn't outwardly associate with those that she believed to be beneath her, but the charade was exhausting. Lydia Martin was a very brilliant girl and she had a lot to offer, but she didn't always believe that much in herself on her own.

I had two choices; run or fight? At first i decided to run plus have some fun, but then the fun ended and then i decided to fight. Now this was an experience like no other! A life challenge that i started on my own, to better my life plus it was time to start acting like & becoming a adult. I had my fun and i experienced the wild life. The wild life doesn't get you to a good future. So i could be a wild child, drop out, or like everyone else in my family but i don't wanna be! I wanna make a good name for myself, and if i'm going to do that i'm going to do it right! I know where i've been, I know where i am, I know where i'm going, and i'm going to fight my hardest to get there! I'm also going to do it my way!!! “I am one of a kind”. Ill help anyone even if its just talking them through a problem. The only thing is i'll also put my foot down and fight. I've

Healthy food had always been a part of my life that I was interested in but it was not until I walked into Happy and Hale that I realized the impact it would make. It was a normal weekend getting food on Ninth Street with my friends when I was standing on the sidewalk and looked across the street. I saw something I had never seen before which sparked my interest since I thought I knew Ninth Street like the back of my own hand. Looking up at a substantial sign that read “Happy + Hale” I felt the need to know more. My friends and I started walking towards the building which had wide open accordion doors that welcomed us in. We were welcomed by many friendly faces, one of them being the co-owner, Matt. “Hey, y’all! How are

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,

"When he opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, 'Come' And out came another horse, bright red. Its rider was permitted to take peace from the earth, so that people should slay one another, and he was given a great sword" (Revelation 6:3-4) That was the quote my brother always said, he attributed it to our father. I never understood why until I turned ten, that was when the verse was burned in the back of my mind for the rest of my life.