Personal Narrative Fiction

"Imara!" I moaned in pain and felt my head. "Imara!" I dug into my pockets and pulled out my flashlight. I turned it on and shone it around. "Where am I?" Alister sighed in relief. "Why didn't you answer me? I thought you died." I was currently sitting in a half circle room that led only one way. "I don't know. There's only one path." I stood up expecting pain but my leg felt normal. I patted my arm and again everything was fine. "How long was I out?" I pointed my light into the tunnel. "A while."

Absorbing the information, Casey felt it didn’t quite fit. “I thought everyone suspected Thomas was the unknown victim on the landing.”

"What does this friend of yours look like?" asked Judy, taking notes the entire time

“We need to know what happened last night, we recognize you were smoking marijuana and drinking, we believe something else caused your blindness.”

John decides it’s time to hit the hay. He ties up his horse up to a nearby tree and John himself climbs into his buggy and wraps himself in his blanket. Right at the crack of the sun John begins to rise his eyes and prepare himself for another day on the open field.

“Who am I? Hmm.” He was silent for a long time. “I guess you may call me the ghost of Captain McBride.”

Nell passed out trays to the customers, just like she usually did, but this time, it was quietly and sadly, not like her usual self. Even though the coffeehouse the packed full with men, the whole place was filled with sadness and despair. “Poor Mattie, why did she have to go?” cried Nathaniel, leaning over the ornate coffin.

Before he opened the door to the ritual room he turned toward Andrew and told him. “And I see that fire in her Mother’s eyes.”

Lying in bed, waiting for the raven-haired beauty to shower, Frank studied the dust particles swirling around in the sunlight beams entering the dark motel room through the slit in the curtain. For a brief second, the thought went through his mind, what would happen if Sandy caught him and Marlene together. The idea quickly disappeared as she came out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her slim body, smiling, and said, “Thanks, I need to leave.”

“Gene, have you seen my diamond earrings?” I ask over the running water of his shower.

Jade was sitting in the empty dark basement with her friends. Luke, Chelsey and June, they have been friends since the 3rd grade . It was late summer and it was too hot outside to do anything. No one could deny that they were bored out there mind. They were basically just staring at each other. “Well this has been nice...but this is extremely bored.” Chelsey groaned. Jade rolled her eyes. “Then what should we do?” Luke asked, obviously getting more bored. Jade thought about it for a second. “What about a board game?” She questioned. “Ummm.no ofence but bored games are boring hint the name BORD games” Then a dark smile graced upon her lips. “Fine, I know exactly what we could do” The she stood up from her 4 year old bing bag chair. “I’ll go get it”. Then she skipped up

The flash of blue and red lights of a police car shine behind me but I keep on trudging, determined to walk home in the rain. "Kit?" Parrish's voice conveys from behind me but I don't stop walking nor do I turn around to him. "Kit? Are you okay?" I heard the door being shut meaning that had gotten out and started strolling up and around me as I dropped my stare down at the road. "Kit, did something happen?" I shook my head. "What are you doing out here? Trying to get yourself killed?" I shook my head again. "Is something wrong? You need a ride? . . . Kit? You wanna go home?" My head nodded. "Okay, I'll get you home."

“Not really. I’ve been working on cleaning up the flower beds. Mr. Greenhut said the house would be ready in about four or five days.”

The world was dark but vivid as only awful things can be, where imagery tattoos itself to the mind, but details cannot be recalled; only hushed impending notions exist, rendering every sentient being a shellshocked victim capable of speaking in jilted sentences only.

“Amarante! I found you!” a voice I knew well drew my attention away for a second, and when I looked back, the girl was gone, leading me to believe I was imaging things. It had been a stressful day with a lot happening at once, and it was about to get worse.