Personal Narrative Essay : A Short Story-A Story?

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

My heart pounded as my feet slammed along the beaten path in the woods. When I was certain I had gained enough ground, I dove under a bush. I began to crawl from the path, the branches tugging on my hair. I smiled as flowers danced across my face.

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

She told me to get my swim suit on and to meet her in the kitchen. Once I got down to the kitchen she snatched her keys off the table and we were off. I never even questioned where we were off too. On our way there I began to see nothing, but trees. Once we got there I knew exactly where we were. I still remember the evil grin on Alyssa's face because she knew how much I hated heights. As we began to hike up I started to see a stream of water. Walking through the wood was so peaceful. It was so hard to walk with sandals the walk path was so bumpy. On our way to the top we saw a hawk above us. Soaring with long, broad wings, and wide tail. It almost seem like he was gliding through the sky. As we arrived to the top was where I was able to look over this huge rock down towards this crystal blue

In the hospital, with almost all my blood lost, I was also unconscious several days. Marilyn visited me, but I do not remember that. Only a week later I commenced little by little to come down to Earth. Marilyn’s first words that I remember were, “You’re better, you will recover soon. I love you.” But I couldn’t say anything clearly for a long time, and just listened to her.

The bright yellow trim around their house chipped away from its base revealing a dull gray that reminded me of storm clouds. The fifty foot gravel driveway to their front porch was infested with tiny weeds. We called these little guys “lemonheads” because of their skinny green stems and thick yellow heads. Their house had a distinctive aroma. One you could never forget but also never explain. It almost smelled of a kindergarten classrooms, like crayons and wood. Some days, when the sun was high and all the doors and windows were open, it smelt of daisies and crisp pine trees. Their house usually was where I started my day. We would assemble in either Kevin’s room or the plastic painted castle on the side of their house and discuss our ideas for the evening. The youngest brother, Robby, always seemed to want to make mud pies or cut each others hair. Kevin and I, on the other hand, loved exploring the backyards of the cul-de-sac. With my whole family owning 5 out of the 7 houses on the court, we had a lot of vast open desert and mountain to venture through and make our own. All the back yards had two things in common. They didn’t have a fence line and they were nothing but broken down cars, sticker bushes, and mountains for miles. The mountains are where I learned

I felt really connected to your experience after reading your personal narrative essay. I could relate to your essay because I suffered a lost in my family too. When I was really young, my grandma passed away suddenly and my time with her was cut short significantly. So, reading your personal narrative essay made me reminisce back to the day I found out she died. Similarly, just like you I went through a wave of emotions consisting of shock, grief, and acceptance. I'm sorry for your loss and I can't imagine the full extent of what you went through.

As we walked on the large,brownish yellow field, the wind whipped in my face like a tornado. We set up behind a brush patch of weeds, and began to get set up for a hunting trip of my life. The leaves in the woods crunched like potato chips being eaten by a five year old, a movement in the distance made me shake with excitement as a doe walked with proud on the hill in front of me. She walked behind brush in

Ada had married my grandfather David in a Melbourne suburban church in April 1934 aged twenty-one. By May 1935 she gave birth to their first child Hannah. Ada wrote the brief note above in November 1936 pregnant with her second child. The style and tone of this letter indicate Ada was at ease with her life talking of the warm weather, her fruitful garden, and good health. It gave little hint of the events that would occur in a few short weeks that radically changed our family’s life. This is a personal family narrative which traces Ada’s life and her absence from our family that had begun long before I was born. It maps my personal journey and the processes of discovery motivated by trying to understand what happened to Ada, why she did not live with my grandfather Pop and why we saw her so infrequently.

“We will now do a few simple stretching exercises designed to remove tension and stress to help you relax.” “This exercise.” Sly said. “Is something you must practice every day.” “Put your hands on the table close them and make a fist.” Squeeze as tight as you can.” “Now tighten every muscle in your body, stomach, arms, legs, everything as tight as you can.” “Hold it for a count of ten release the tension very slow, very very slow.” “Now do it five more times.”

I wake up in my shabby bed, my eyes bloodshot and my lips facing the pillow, I let out a small scream. There's something satisfying about screaming into a pillow, nobody can hear the anger and sadness in your voice. Last night was pretty rough, Dave (my father) beat me for getting a C in maths, I tried, I really did, I just don't understand maths. It's not like art, art makes you feel something, like a world of your own, where only good happens, and abusive dads and bullies are non existent, art's filled with emotion and creativity, maths is just numbers on a page with right or wrong answers.

Deep in Unova, a forest was alive with the sounds of bug and bird Pokémon. A newly hatched Sewaddle crawled along the branch of a tall Oran berry tree, eyeing a particularly large, juicy looking Oran berry dangling tauntingly above its head. The small bug Pokémon reached up with two of its stubby legs, resting its body weight on its remaining four. Unfortunately for the Sewaddle, the berry was still out of reach. Growing frustrated, the little Pokémon raised its body higher and stood on only two of its six legs, its body straining as it tried to reach the berry.

Outside the studio apartment in Hollywood, Eddie notices an entry call access system. Buzzing to her studio 103, the entryway unlocks and invites her in. With her overnight bag in

Peru is a beautiful place to visit. Several years ago, my dad was deported back to Peru, his home country. A few years ago my sister and I wanted to go and visit him in Peru. Well, on the day we had left to the airport around five in the morning, we never thought that we would be able to see him. When my sister and I got to the airport, we checked in and cleared all the security. Soon after, we said our goodbyes to our parents and we boarded the plane. The excitement was uncontainable, as if we were little kids going to a theme park. We never thought we would actually be able to go and see him in another country. A few minutes later, we were on the runway awaiting the clearance for takeoff. The thrust from the plane’s jets were incredible, like driving for the first time.¬¬

“Hello, Martin,” she said, and laughed, and pushed the stop button. “H-h-how do-o-o you know” Martin stopped and took a deep breath “my name?” She smiled and just kept looking at me. Then all of a sudden saying “you know I have been seeing you around a lot.” “ummm oh really u-h I haven’t noticed you.” I said trying to be brave. And to my lie all she did was laugh. “Wow you are very funny I saw you looking at me and I only have one question.” she leaned down to my eye level and whispered in my ear “wanna come with me?” “um w-w-wait WHAT NO WHY WOULD I DO THAT!!??” I screamed at her. She looked mad and flung straight up like a board flinging back as tall as she could and said “fine I guess this is going to be a kidnapping too!” “W-W-WAIT WHAT!!!!!!!!” I wailed and fought back but it did no good I mean I was broken for at least a week…or two.