Personal Narrative-Down Lambert Road

We all decided to head to the safety of Haley’s house. We had to cover a few blocks, which required passing the site of our prank. All of a sudden the garage door began to open, and to our disbelief, his silhouette was standing there and appeared to be clutching a gun. We began to panic. Everyone started darting in different directions. Haley and I had only moments to decide what we should do. In haste, we ran towards the woods. We saw him begin to pace up and down the street, searching for us pranksters. It felt like my heart was pumping out of my chest. What could we do? How would we get to safety? My mind started to race. After what seemed like hours, we decided to try to make our way home through the woods. Finally, we spotted Haley’s porch lights beaming through the trees. To say I was relieved was an

He laughs and my heart skips a beat. Where did all these mushy feelings come from, I wonder. I've never been so … so lovey-dovey in my life. I am not sure if I like my own behavior. However, I do like kissing and touching my elf, that's for sure.

Fifth grade has passed and it was the first week of summer vacation, my neighbors were moving but I really didn’t care. I haven’t actually got to know them as I moved here recently, Krochmally Avenue is a busy street. There are always cars passing by including moving trucks that stop by this small apartment. I spot an old man with his son, at least I think thats his son. They’re both holding the same big fox, then the boy writes a word on the box. The word was “FREE”

Something about waking up in the morning and seeing the ground frosted over had always made Dan happy. Working at an ice skating rink allowed him to see that every day- well, it’s not exactly the same, but still just as exciting. He could listen to Christmas music, watch the couples hold hands and skate, sell candy, and sometimes even teach kids how to do tricks. The pay wasn’t much, but it could help him afford to buy presents and he did love it, after all.

“Run, Ethan!” I called out; the only noise escaping was a single deep growling. “Ethan, please you have to get out of here now! I can’t feel

Blood smiles, her red eyes filled with amusement. “Miss Clarke, your words are very bold and though I find them amusing and more intelligent than the others, you will anger many demons here, so I would learn to hold your tongue.”

My arms shook as they caved under the heavy box I carried. I felt sweat streaming down my face, my hair stuck to my skin in clumps. Moving is never fun. Especially when you move to the tenth floor of a building that has no elevator.

I thought to myself. I almost let out a laugh. That just is not possible. My second thought was that perhaps I was just incredibly sleep deprived, but that quickly subdued as the corpse started to make his way to my car. Defenseless, I immediately left the vehicle, my eyes darting for somewhere or some sort of plan. “My crow bar”, I muttered out load to myself. The trunk button on my keyless car keys never seemed like such a luxury. I scrambled for it as a few more the corpses took heed of me and seemed to head my way. I immediately snatched the crow bar, flare gun, and first aid kid just in case before darting towards my apartment. I suddenly become overwhelmed with fear about my family, imaging the terrible scenarios that could have very well played out. Just about a mile until my apartment, and although I was overweight, I don't think I have ever ran as fast or as far as I have in my entire life, letting my adrenaline take

“Dad, I am not ready to drive on the highway, please don’t make me drive tonight!” I said over and over but no one was responding.

Three years on and a nightmare is still my reality; I’m haunted by her battered form and unseeing eyes whenever I close mine.

To survive was the greatest challenge that I’d ever faced in my life. Hello, I’m Harry, and I was subjected to something that I’d never forget, mainly due to my PTSD… So, yeah. Anyway, we’ll get into that later; let’s start at the beginning.

One day three kittens were born the first one was Alex then Melissa then Letty. Alex was 14 Melissa was 12 and Letty was 6. Alex fur color was black and Melissa color was light brown and Letty's fur was white. Our mom died when Alex was 7 it was a hard time for Alex. I was born from a different mother. Our dad left us in a box on the street, Alex could've left us but he did not do it he loved us too much. we had fun adventures and we explored almost the world but we stayed in washington it was a dream for a cat.We stayed at a farm in the chicken's coop

We were sitting on the back patio when we heard the familiar rumble of our gardener’s truck. Standing, my husband and I greeted Steven as he entered through the back gate. He waved, and we exchanged a few words about what needed attention. He noticed things about our garden that I would have never seen. As he started working, I sat down and watched him. He was by no means a young man. I would have put him in his mid-fifties. He was very tan, and had dark brown hair, but his eyes were greener than the grass he was watering. I watched, amazed, as he made his way carefully throughout the garden, checking each and every plant. It was clear to me that he loved what he was doing.

I knew that things were bad, but I didn’t realise how bad they were. All around us, men were losing their jobs, children were going hungry, and families were losing their homes, but I never thought that it could happen to us. And for a while, I didn’t realise that it had happened. When my husband, Charles, lost his job, he hid it from me for weeks. He felt that he had failed, and he was too ashamed to admit that to me. He prided himself on being able to provide for our family, and suddenly he couldn’t.

But as I approached the school, I found myself slowing down as I walked because I really was enjoying the early morning sun’s warmth on my face. It had picked up my spirits, and I thought to myself that if I could just absorb enough of it, I could use it like a battery throughout the day allowing me to get through dealing with the bitches.