Personal Narrative

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

I wanted to go home, i was scared and lost in the woods with a 15 year old stoner. I pushed him out of the way and kept walking. He laughed and continued walking behind me. I walked faster than him anyway. I noticed we were starting to walk at an incline. Shouldn't we be at the main road by now? These woods went through the center of town they were about 2 miles long and 1 mile wide. We entered at the end of the woods and walked about half a mile deep. Even if we went to the 2 mile part we should be out by now. Something was up and i didn't know what to do. I turned around to ask ethan another

I was woken by the beautiful sounds of nature. I look around wondering where I am. Nothing is familiar to me except for the circle of stones. The last things I can remember are hiking through the woods, and running into the circle full of stones. I was curious and walked into the circle while touching the biggest rock. I felt a huge burst of power tear through me. I saw an explosion of light before I blacked out. I now noticed two girls walking up to me. They looked me over head to toe and got this nervous look on their face. I kindly asked them, “Can you please tell me where I am?” The girls responded, “Salem, Massachusetts.” I start to panic and wonder to myself, “how did I get here, why am I here, and what is the date?” I question the girls,

When I was younger I had always been described as mature. Although I wasn’t anywhere near being “mature”, it was a word always used to describe me, well-mannered and mature. While my brother was goofy and social, I was shy and serious. We were twins yet total opposites. As a child, because that was the word almost always associated with me, it crae unusual, almost toxic idea about myself. I had to be mature to be what people liked about me. So, it never occurred to me to be able to not take myself seriously and say something like “Oops that was dumb” and laugh it off. For some reason that didn’t make sense to me to say silly things like that.

As I got further along in the path I saw something else. As I got closer to the object I noticed that it was shiny as well. I realized that it was a shiny golden cup made of glass. It was absolutely gorgeous, it had a "E" on the side. The cup had no marks, scratches, or anything. First I find a key now a cup! I picked the cup up very carefully and decided to keep walking....

I had lit a fire on a dark and gloomy night while wandering the wilderness. I hoped that warmth would rejuvenate me and help me continue my journey, but the night sky had become so murky that is seemed impossible to find my way through the dark. Continuing the journey would be hopeless without a source of light to guide me along the way. While warming my cold body by the crackling flames of the fire, I realized that a man was approaching me. He had emerged from the darkness of the forest trees and appeared to be just as cold as I had been before I had lit the fire. He drew closer to the fire and asked me if he would warm himself. I agreed, but asked that he would show me the way to Bronzville. The man claimed that he was also journeying

We kept walking. I jumped every time I heard leaves cracking that were not ours. The wind blew harder as we walked. I suddenly wished I had brought a coat.

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

But, this time, somebody random kept following them. Luco noticed, and said “hi” to it, but it never responded. Awais and Luco kept trying to follow where the compass wants them to go, but the place where the real door has taken a day to finally find. The compass said, “this time, the door is actually underground.” Awais and Luco don’t know what to do, but the magical key said: “I’ll teleport the door, Awais, and Luco, to where you want it to.” Awais and Luco said, “seriously, you can talk too?” The magic key said “Hey I didn’t need to talk anyway, besides about this. But

Today I found a pack will this book filled with no words, 50 pencils tied together with some sort of rubber band, a blade, water bottles, a wet blanket, and pillow. I set the book out to dry along with the blanket and pillow in the sun. I boiled the water in the bottle just to be safe and then put it back in the bottles. The blade and pencils went in a basket I weaved out of tall grass. Next, I went on a patrol of the island, or I just went on a walk around the island. The island is a 2 mile walk around the outside and I usually walk it twice, so that 's 4 miles a day if my calculations are correct. It’s just me on this island, my parents died in a shipwreck. I was only 2 or 3 at the time and a man of the name Israel taught me

I hiked up the stairs in a lugubrious fashion carrying the burden of wonder on my back. I stood in front of my door patiently, unknowing of what would come next. The moment I opened that door my life would change drastically. I slid the key in and jiggled it for a second. The door creaked open and when I opened it completely, I witnessed something unspeakable. I threw my bags in the room and sprinted out and slammed the door shut. I don’t know how I didn’t hear it before, I was so consumed by my thoughts to the point where my senses rendered

The map leads to an old Clock Tower, that stood high above the buildings, it's yellow glow spreading over the center of town like a blanket. When I got there, there was a little door on the side, but the door was locked, and I wanted to know how I could get into. I looked around the building and sure enough, the key was in a corner filled with spider webs and I reached in and pulled it out. Its silver lining was so beautiful, like a fish that swims in the crystal clear river. I put it in the lock and the sound it made when it twisted and clicked was the sound of hope. I lit a candle and walked inside, and the click, click, click, of the Clock Tower seemed odd. All of the sudden a light came on the top of the Clock Tower. Faster and faster I raced up the stairs and when I got there-there was an angel. It said to me “Alex I've heard what you're doing. I've heard that you were going to the Mystical Gardens of Fairies Land to find the

As I stepped outside, it was frosty and I felt cold. The continuous rain and dismalness of the weather fills me with gloomy thoughts. I walked around the neighbourhood, and even managed not to get lost, but my eyes kept drawing me to the dead forest right next to my house. It had a peculiar spiritual connection with me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was like something in the forest was calling my name to come. Without further ado, I walked through the shrubby path and into the mystical

I had ran out of breath and just sat there, all alone,with no parents to be there by my side. I stayed there for hours making a hidden shelter of what I had. I had only ate nuts and berries on the forest floor and bushes that were close to me. My mind was as broken as my heart with the horrible memory pushing its way through my mind. SNAP!CRACK! CRACK! Someone was walking towards me and in the middle of the night. My heart was beating faster than a race car with tears to frightened to even come out of my eyes. I peaked through the bushes and saw and saw the same person who had destroyed my life. He was probably looking for me and it had seemed he had already checked the other half of the forest. I kept quiet and didn't move a muscle. As he left I had decided to move to a different location because he was already close to discovering this one. I waited 20 minutes but before I could turn around. I felt a warm breeze brush past my neck, I turned and felt like my heart had been

Over the next few days, I was well known with the town, but I had a funny way of seeing things. I always thought that something was following me around wherever I went, but whenever I turned, nothing was there. When I was at home alone, I would hear a banging sound, but when I went to investigate, there was nothing. I could also stare at a wall or something and find a difficult pattern, or even patterns in the ground. I could read those, and predict something, and usually that something would come true.