Personal Narrative : A Short Story 'The Hidden Secret'

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.

I had just gotten home from bicking with my best friend Brooke and her brother and baby setter. We had just gotten home from the dollar store and i was pulling into my driveway I noticed the garage door was closed I thought maybe they closed the garage because Blake has a birthday party to go to.As I pulled into the driveway on my bike and I go to the keypad to get into the garage. When I got close I saw a note on the keypad I read it out loud

We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card

I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

When I was in the 8th grade, I read your book, The Hiding Place, for the first time. I am not much of a reader, so I struggle to get excited over books. However, from the very first chapter, I was captivated by the emotion and heart that was put into the book. It changed my outlook on how lucky I am to live in a country and a time where I can freely worship God without fear of what will come. I had no idea how much persecution was shown toward the Jewish community during the early to mid 1900s. It brought to my attention how much of a problem religious tolerance, or lack thereof, was during the time period. Even today as we struggle to follow and respect our religious values, we can look back on this time and be grateful for what we

Six consecutive second place, Science Fair trophies sit in the deepest, darkest, most isolated place in my house... my closet. Upon entering the closet, I’m automatically overwhelmed with a horrifying stench, a mixture of plastic, metal, and disappointment, also known as second place. Once the scent enters the nasal cavity, it immediately calls war upon the cerebellum, attacking strongly and injuring the motor cortex, thus creating a chill to run through my body, leaving me powerless and without words. After the chill, next follows the noise. Mockingly congratulates me, whispering “great job, you almost had it,” oh the humanity; “second place” repeatedly echoes in my ear until I escape the closet.

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.

Let’s begin with a typical flashback story. It was a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. As she was saying goodbye to her father, Angela felt as though something was a little eerie. She heard a thunderous noise that was quite common back in the Oklahoma fields, but this time it rattled the entire house and that was rather unusual. Asking her father with great concern, she knew something dreadful had happened. “He told me it was something in the field behind his house, but it shook the house and that has never happened before” (Lira). She turned on the TV and switched to the news channel to see the news anchor broadcasting “BREAKING NEWS” across the screen.. At 9:02 a.m., a rental truck packed with explosives parked in front

Jason stared up at Tyler's eyes; deranged, dilated, discolored. Tyler wore a smile on his face, his usual smirk twice as wide and displaying too many teeth. He held a silver and black pistol in his hand.

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.

A typical day in a life of a missionary. I am awaken by the sound of

“Wahoo, I’m freeeeee”, I shouted waiting for a response. But all I got was dead silence. I was truly home alone, no one was here except me. “Ccc-r-r-eek”. “What was that,” I said, shivering with fear. “Brr-r-r-r-r-r, I-it’s c-c-cold in here,” I said.

Instead, we were going down to my grandparents house to visit with the rest of the family. I had called my boyfriend, at that time, and we set out to my grandparents with my sister. I hadn’t been driving very long and I had no idea how to get anywhere other than school and home. I tried reading the directions off to my boyfriend, but I was confused. We had taken a wrong road, but continued to see if we could find an alternate route. He attempted to take the phone out of my hand, but I didn’t allow it. Looking around at the surroundings outside, not paying attention to him, he managed to grab the phone. He then realized where we were and gave back the phone. As he did, something terrifying was forthcoming. I turned to look at the road and started screaming. He was going to fast over a hill to see a car stopping to soon to turn. He hit the breaks, but he was too fast and it was too late. Seconds later, we ended up in the back of an elderly man’s car. Everyone was fine but I had lost it. Losing one of the people who raised me and getting into my first accident in the same day, had broke my sanity.

“Alright fellas, has anyone else got something to say to Shane Ferguson before he heads off to Mars.” Mr. Wright questions everyone as Shane will be gone from earth forever.