Personal Narrative Descriptive Narrative

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

t all started when my dad came dashing into my room saying “pack up your things were leaving whenever you are ready”. He planned a surprise father son trip out west to see the Grand Canyon and other National Parks. So I hopped out of my bed with so much excitement and immediately started packing my clothes. We started loading up the car to the max with our tent and suitcases. As soon as we finished, we hit the road. The road trip started out as the perfect father son trip, but that all changed once we hit the eight hour mark and decided to take a break at a rest stop. We were coming out of the building when we saw my dad’s old friend Ted. He was a very short man with long brown hair that came with a scruffy beard in dire need of a trim. He

Her fingers traced the binders that line the wall, skimming the countless hours they had taken to compile; they stopped promptly upon one labeled, “reminders.” She drew it from the wall and took it to her desk. The wood was heavily worn, its user having spent obsessive nights and days perfecting each piece of work that met its face. Her eyes stared at the page, three boys pictures were smiling back at her with contempt. The smell of cigarettes came from these photos and the details listed below them, vivid descriptions of their lives and personalities. The tallest of the three was sandy haired and grinned, showing off yellow-stained teeth that should have belonged to a middle-aged drunk. His arms hung low to his waist and his legs added to

My guilt was trapped behind my heart, knocking and pinching at the organ to open up and let it free. But I found a secret route. It could leave without anyone knowing it was even there.

I stare at the TV with incomplete fascination, my pencil tightly gripped in between my fingers.

Some of the hardest things in life make you realize what you really appreciate. One such instance took place in a remote part of Wyoming far away from everything and everyone. However, such an experience made one couple closer and taught them how valuable family really is.

It was cold on the night of November 14th. My friend, her boyfriend and I were walking to Walmart, planning on getting cake ingredients for my friend’s grandmother’s birthday. On our way there my surroundings seemed rather quiet for it being Angola. I felt like something was wrong like something had happened. But I continued to toss the feeling aside and just walked the path that leads to the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look in between the trees that held pitch black darkness. I was worried that was where troubles may lie, I was wrong. My real problem all started with a simple phone call.

The universe sometimes chuckles at people who make plans. Not many teenagers expect relocation during high school, particularly to start off their senior year. I was one of those teens that should have. I always enjoyed my sheltered existence in a protective bubble in a place that I had lived in my entire life. The universe not only chuckled at me and my plans, it laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Have you ever been so mad at one of your parents and said something you regret? Well I sure have... and my mom heard it.

One of my worse my memories happened at the age of 9. It has traumatized me for my life and sometimes I still recap back to that day. We lived in an upstairs apartment in Los Angeles, CA. It was a regular morning, my mother and I were getting ready for work and school. Every morning she would take me to school before she goes to work. This particular morning, we ran into two unknown men downstairs of our apartment. One of the men saw us, pulled my mother to the side, started to talk to her and pulled out a weapon. The other man, led me back upstairs and we knocked on my aunt’s door. One of the unknown men, pushed us inside and told us to sit down. The man with the weapon, ask my aunt where was all of her money and started to beat her. I started

“Yeah go ahead and run Trinity!!! Run like you always do!” My mom slurred sloppily from the front porch. I sprinted toward South Mission Beach. As I ran further, I heard the screen door close with a loud clannnnng…my mom still yelling drunken nonsense in the distance. That was

It was a bitter autumn day in upper town New York and on top of Times Tower, perched a girl her long auburn hair was dancing like the shadows of trees in the dusk of a windy day. She sat inhaling the thick, grey smoke from her cigarette, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her thick black eyeliner was smudged, but even that could not disguise the wisdom she hid behind her eyes. Deep in the pockets of her long, black trench coat her phone started to ring. She snatched out the phone, glanced at the screen and groaned. She knew it would be the same call she had received every school day at 6:30, for the past 10 months.

Seriously, shoot me, the Lauren’s corporative banking husband of twelve years thought as the awoke to a standing ovation being given to the Symphony’s guest conductor, Mr Ludwig Something or Rather.

I remember the summer my little sister, Alexis who was 16 at the time, came to visit me from South Carolina. I was working on Naval Air Station North Island at a placed called FRC Southwest at the time. The day after she arrived for her visit, she woke up at 5:00 a.m., groomed herself, ate a small breakfast and met me in my car at 6:15 a.m. to go to work with me. She did every day for the first two weeks of her two-month long visit with me. One day while we were in my office I asked her, “Wouldn’t you rather stay at home and sleep-in instead of waking up at 5 in the morning with me, just to go to my boring job?” She replied, “I rather be sitting here at your boring job with you than to be sitting at home alone bored in that too quiet house, where the only company I have is my thoughts. I don’t even have my cellphone to talk to anyone or to go on Facebook and Instagram right now because it’s broken, so I think I’ll pass on staying home by myself and being lonely.” I thought to myself how I would love to sit in a quiet house by myself for once just to relax and let the time pass and to have a moment of solitude.