Personal Narrative Fiction

He nodded, took his hands off my waist, and backed up to give me room to get off. I climbed off the top of the slide and stood up on the platform.

There was still the option that Lacey hired someone to kill Sean. Would their spirit want to remain here to avenge their death?

My past effects the future, the future is a result of my past, I begin to become the things I hate, but I might realize it all to late. "I'm...sorry." I say, as I stare at the ceiling of my room. I begin to slowly turn my head to face Aundre, whose sitting across the room on a small white sofa. I'm sprawled out on my bed, feeling so weightless...and careless.

Anyway, back to Spencer. I was leaning against the wall, and then I someone ran into me. I stumbled and fell sideways, right into Spencer. For a couple seconds I couldn’t figure out what happened. All I knew was my head kinda of hurt and there was beer spilled all over my shirt. Someone held out a hand and pulled me up. That someone was Vivian. At the time, the only thing I knew about Vivian was that she scared the shit out of me. Two years prior to that day, she looked a lot like Alice, actually. Cute blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wore little dresses to school. Then she changed. She died her hair black, got a nose piercing, and I hadn’t seen her in a dress since. I hadn’t even talked to her in several years when she pulled my beer-soaked

I laid back in my hospital bed as my stomach began to growl. I politely called the nurse.

We semi-finished our meals and I was shocked. He actually did remember. Macoroni and cheese. Specifically what I oredered that day, the first day we met. Three years seems so far.

 "Damn thing went out again," Minzy growls, slamming her hand against the air conditioner. I rub the back of my neck, sweat trickling down my body in a fit of heat overdose.

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.

“Two things before we go any further: the fucks a plain of existence, and exactly how do YOU handle souls?” She stood up and started to walk to the middle of the street. “I really don’t feel like just explaining it to you so I’ll just show you.” When she arrived at the middle of the street, she stopped and turned to me. After a few seconds she put her right hand on her hip and in a sassy manner she said,” I can’t show you something that you can’t see, so get the fuck over here.” So I steadily pushed myself up with the help of the light pole I was against. When I was almost up, Torva gave out a bored sigh and snapped her fingers. I was then teleported right next to her, but I hadn’t let go of the light pole so I fell straight on my ass. Torva

Mah brother and I wer walkin’ through the field of apple trees in the evening before the funereal—recalling this and that or that thing that had happened in this or that place, flippin’ over the memories after the fashion of the Apple family who gather again in the place where we wer all born—trying to make sense of the fillies we once wer and of the members who wer once with us.

The airplane was crashing, as usual. No matter how many times it played out, she always ended up here, plummeting to her end, pinned against the back of the seat. She never reached the end of the dream; every time she'd jolt awake, just before the plane was crushed into the ground. Whenever she closed her eyes, Emily found herself haunted by this nightmare; alone and terrified. It was worst when she would wake sprawled across the same seat she'd been in while she dreamt. As the wings of the plane tore away branches of the forest below, Em woke with a start. That night, JJ sat in the seat across from her, watching her worriedly.

“Although I tried,” Ed said as he picked up the empty box. “I never learned how to use the thing myself.” “ I would try from time to time, but I finally just gave up, and put in this old box year’s ago.” “I would like for you to take it with you on your journey, who knows, maybe it will work for you.”

“We'll keep it casual. I'll just drop by the coffee shop a couple of times a week for a visit.”

How did she lose every glimpse of hope in their life? What made her throw in the towel and decide life was too much? When did a drug become more important than us? Did we ask to be brought into this world? These questions were running rampant through my mind, like a stampede of buffalo moving across the plains. I bet she’d have a reason to binge, if I asked her these questions. Our mom left us again this morning to go find food. I know what that really means, but the truth was too painful to fathom at this moment. I needed to get my sister of this filthy sidewalk and find a more discrete home for the night. “Lily, let’s get out of here little one.” She sluggishly rose up with a sad look in her eyes. The poor girl is only four, she’s too young and too tired, but it’s all she knows. She grabbed my hand tightly and we headed out on our aimless walk down the littered streets.

I can feel the sunlight hi my eye lids. Guess it was time to wake up. I flicker my eyes three times before I open them. It was a Saturday morning so I was really happy it was the weekend. I had my who day scheduled out, but before I could do anything fun I had to eat breakfast first. I hurry down down the stairs still in my pajamas. I looked out of the window to see if my mom or dad was still here, but I didn't see their cars so they must have left for work already. They don't work on the weekends all the time, but on occasions they did. I turned around and continues to the kitchen which was just right around the corner. It was hard to think of what I was going to eat.