Personal Narrative Essay : A Short Story

I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.

slowly wake up from my nightmare. It was about my mom’s death again, and I’ve been having

my parents woke me up for school. Totally discombobulated, I stumbled onto the ice cold

It was a normal winter morning. I woke up freezing my butt off. The night before we

was driving home from physical therapy for my knee. It had been aching for the past few days. I had never felt a pain like it before, so I played it off as nothing. As soon as I hit the highway, I went underneath the Lowry Hill tunnel. I lost reception on my radio and I soon realized that it wasn’t just the tunnel that was making me lose my reception. A massive storm had loomed over my head. The sky was green and looked like it was turning sideways. Rain splattered against my windshield. Not just droplets of rain, but the ones that look like they had been shot out of a paintball gun. I immediately felt the wind blow my car to the right. I had to swerve hard to the left to avoid clipping a jeep that was next to me. Boy, were they in trouble. The jeep had it’s

I just want to start this off with saying I'm sorry for arguing and the attitude issues. Lastnight's not how I wanted to spend it. I didn't get a hug or a kiss, all I got was how did you do tonight as if money was the only thing you seemed to care about. Then you tell me to either get out of the car or go home and I said give me a minute because I was on my feet all night at work. And I didn't wanna,stand around the outside of the gas station. People always say never stop fighting for the person you want once you finally get them. And I feel like you don't want to fight for me because you have me now. You know you always tell me that you want the rayann that I was in st. Pete to come back it's hard for her to come back when the last couple of days/week we've done nothing but argue.

A typical day in a life of a missionary. I am awaken by the sound of

''Wasn't that amazing or what?'' excitedly shouted Cisco as he entered the hall, closely followed by a very emotionally tired, but happy, Sara who was glad that they were able to get the job done.

It was a sunny day, but I was shivering from fear. While the rest of my family was getting into their scuba gear, I was composing a silent prayer to God.

What a wonderful week, and way to end a transfer and begin a new one. I first wanted to say how grateful I am for this wonderful opportunity to be a missionary. It's been almost a year since I left beauty of California behind. Yet, there is something beautiful about the desert here in Arizona that I have truly come to appreciate.

I was on the verge of death, but death couldn’t catch me. It wasn’t a typical Friday. It was finals week, and that meant as soon as I got out of that last exam of my sophomore year I was off to meet my friends for lunch, followed by a party to celebrate completing another year and officially becoming junior. My friend, Michelle, along with her friend Josie, my sister, Armina and I were in my sisters car with the music all the way up and completely pumped to start our summer. We had just returned from Panera Bread and were on our way to the party. Thanks to having a senior sister, we went to a party where we ended up hanging out with an older crowd. As we drove up you could tell it was going to be wild. Cars and cars packed next to each other, there had to have been over 100 people there. I was

It was a warm autumn night, but already dark outside. We lived in a white one story house with blue trim, and a porch connected the house to the lawn by some stairs, along with some more stairs that led to the street. A stone fence lined the front lawn, which was covered in grass and had a blue pathway. In the driveway, my dad’s White Ford Truck was parked, right next to our enormous banana tree, which cast a shadow on the driveway. We sat in a couch that sat out in the porch, coloring in the dark with the

I would search for excuses to be late. I alienated myself from my coworkers, my friends and my family. Oddly, I still took family pictures and posted them on social media. Sounds strange, right? I did this because I wanted others to believe I was OK. I could fake it like the best of them, but deep down, I was broken. There was a point my husband asked me, “are you doing OK? You just seem unhappy all of the time.” We briefly discussed the idea of mental health, but we were unfamiliar with the process and uncertain of the impact seeking help might have on my career. It was about a week or so later, after dropping off my kids at daycare and crying in my car for at least 10 minutes, I was desperate for emotional relief. I bit my tongue and called mental health. Finally admitting I was struggling proved to be the hardest phone call of my

Soon i realized what had happened. In my mind it was like a wave of fear and terror. I thought my brother was gonna die. Then i remembered that my mom

Since that moment I had nightmares my whole life. Most of my own dog mauling me to