Personal Narrative Essay : A Short Story

“Mom, dad?” I called. “Jason, Seth, Anyone?” I called again, but no one replied. There I was all alone, my legs were buried in the warm sand. All I could see was waves as high as skyscrapers and the crowded hotel behind me. My heart stopped. I couldn’t help but shed a tear as I started freakishly started running around everywhere looking for my missing parents. In a country I didn’t know, all by myself. They wouldn’t leave me here all alone, I knew they wouldn’t, I just knew it. My tears started

This weekend was going to be the best one of the summer I could feel it. The sun shining bright made just perfect for swimming. Then the nights would be marvelous for firework watching and stargazing. I couldn't wait for the next day as it will be an exciting adventure but Ella and I always go on adventures. Knowing all of this I could tell it was going to be a great 4th of July with Ella especially since we were going to go camping. Which is we're Ella and I have had some of our best adventures

It’s February 12th, a cold, snowy day. I run into my mom’s room because I heard her scream. When I get there I see her on her back in pain. I’m dumfounded, I just there paralyzed, until I hear her say “Call 911, jack”. I run and get the phone, I dial 911. “911 what’s your emergency?” “My mom is one the ground in pain.” I answered. Twenty minutes later, they put my mom in a hospital bed. I get in the ambulance with her. “I’m going to be ok,” But I didn’t think it was going to be ok. When we got

She obviously hates me, she has no other reason to do something like this to me. Why this quickly? Why couldn’t she let me know about this a month ago? Now I have to go somewhere that I don’t know anything about. I don’t know anyone there, including my own Nana! I haven’t seen her since I was six, and she doesn’t know anything about me. I opened my bedroom door to grab the suitcase, and there she was. My mother was standing there, staring at me with a blank stare waiting for me to open the

Hurtling down her home street at 80km/h; she grinned to herself as she whipped past the rows of gloomy suburban housing. This was the only source of fun for someone like her, a side of her that she kept from her parents. Diana zoomed past the end corner of her street barely letting off of the pedal. ÁROOO’! The sudden bark from a large greyhound woken up from the roar of a motorcycle caused a flinch from Diana and she lost control of the bike. A sudden pain in her legs like a million white-hot needles

"Since we are already passing through, let's go to Owen and Laura Beth's," my dad stated. "Do we have to? I mean it’s already 8 o'clock," I questioned. "Yeah I want to go. What else is there to do?" my brother replied. " It doesn’t matter to me," my mom answered. As soon as we got there my brother and I darted upstairs to play with Owens son, Daniel. Trenton, my brother, made up a game where he asked questions and if we got the answer wrong then he swatted a broom at us. Daniel and I decided

poked her head into the room. “Sir, you have a conference in 30 minutes,” she said as she eyed the students. “Thank you.” He turned his attention back to the kids in front of him, “You’re lucky that you weren’t injured, but I want to hear the full story from Autumn.” The students nodded as he dismissed all but Autumn. “Autumn, you’re a good kid, and I expect to hear the truth from you.” “Yes, sir”. “This is crazy!” I exclaimed from the back seat of the truck my older brother, Anthony, was currently

“Welcome to Kentucky!” My father beams from the front seat as we pull into a large driveway, “Now darlin’ your aunt Margaret has been waiting’ all day for your arrival!” I swing my legs out of the car and feel the sticky warmth surround my parched legs like a tissue engulfed in snot. “Here you go Eliza!” my mother speaks as she struggles to situate my wheelchair. As I get comfortable in my chair I take my first glance at the house I’ll be staying at for the next two months. A baronial mansion looms

Long ago, a young man walked the streets of Tokyo, begging for spare change and food. His cloths were filthy, his hair hung in front of his eyes and he hadn’t eaten for days. Unfortunately, most people ignored him or yelled at him to leave them alone. When the sun started to set he walked to the back of the ally where he lived. He sat on the old mattress and shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling out everything he had. “Five dollars and 63 cents, an arcade token, and a fake penny.” He said to himself

all of that changed. It was like any other school day. I woke up to my alarm clock tired from staying up late the night before with my friends. I got around and went to school. I had a normal day and then came 5th hour. We were working on our stories like always in English. Meanwhile . . . A girl came strutting through the door. A new face. Mr.Cane introduced her. “Class this is Alison Newman”he announced. Now that whole Alison thing was 4 years ago when I was 12. My memory wasn’t