Personal Narrative Fiction

I stirred as I heard my name being called out distantly in the back of my mind.

I didn’t sleep at all last night, even after Felix returned to bed. My new senses and abilities wouldn’t let me. There’s danger everywhere in this place but there’s something else that’s making my senses go crazy and I think I have some idea of what it is. The nuclear bomb. It’s making my senses go crazy. Everything yells danger at me and to run. I know it’s going to blow up soon and that makes me a might bit grumpy. So when Jensen pulled me to the side in the morning, I was not the mood to be lectured, not that he has the right in the beginning.

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.

Her tight passage is drawing my seed, forcing its release but I hold myself motionless deep inside and wait for her eyes to meet mine begging more from her still. “Marry me Alessandra. Marry me and let me show the world that you’re mine.”

“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.”

All I could think about was how bad my legs hurt. I had scratches from branches that tore away at my skin on my arms and legs, a terrible headache and my clothes had so many rips and tears that I couldn’t remember how I got. I couldn’t remember anything, not my name, what had happened or anything. I just didn’t know. All I knew is that I had been stumbling through the woods for quite some time. Well until I came to a road with tons of cars coming from every direction. I stepped one foot at a time onto the noisy road filled with commotion and so abruptly it all went black. I woke to nearly blinding lights shining above me and looked around to see the room of a hospital. As I tried to sit up I experienced a piercing pain that lasted until I finally

Stella stopped dead in her tracks, as she looked around and took a deep breath. She shivered as she surveyed the forest around her. Stanley, who was walking with her, stopped a few feet ahead of her and he turned around to look at her.

4. A kid comes out of the school bathroom with toilet paper dangling from his or her waistband.

Slowly, my feet dragged behind me as I walked through the pouring rain in the streets and in my soaking wet pajamas; I had no recognition of the time that I've been out here but I did know that it was sometime in the dead morning between two and three o'clock. The only thing that I knew was that I was heading back home at a sluggish pace, shaking.

I see my life flash before my eyes as i plummet down to the boundless ocean, but as i just about hit i feel something sharp grabbing me. i start moving farther and farther away from my certain death.

Crying at the front door of my babysitter’s house for what seemed like forever, wondering when mom was going to show up. Days went by and no one had heard from her, no-one knew what had happened. She left me with a necklace with a picture of my dad and I and my Gameboy with my favorite football game. After months, I still awaited her return, but it never happened.

As she walked out of my room, I stared at the last thing that I took from my sisters room. Some dark, shimmery bag that smelt of roses and had the words “Beauty is pain” on it, I liked the saying so I grabbed it. I zipped open the bag and peered inside. There sat what looked like tiny chap stick, some type of splotchy stuff for your face, and this shiney stuff that was “not for eating” but I took a lick any way. I looked at the clock and it was 6:45.

I watched as Judal looked around the dark room. The way he gently caressed the bed of stone. The way his hands would clench into fists as thoughts would run wildly through his mind. We watched him out of curiosity as to why he decided to come down to the palace dungeon in the first place. His gaze rested upon a certain treasure chest that sat in front of chains that were connected to the walls. His body wavered a bit not going unnoticed by any of us. Alibaba went over to his friend to make sure he was alright. "Judal...?" A whimpering sound could be heard from the magi as he muttered something. "Alibaba what is he saying?" I asked.

I was reorganizing my desk, the sticky notes in size and color order next to my Macbook on my recently dusted desk top, the pencil holder with all different colored pens and highlighters for my methodical note taking. I dust off my collection of murder mysteries as my mother came into my room to see what I was doing, Frank in her shadow. He tried to jump on my bed, but failed, he was satisfied lying on the soft blue rug covering the nail polish stain Shannon left in junior high.

I got up and checked on my fishes’ water temperature. Content with what I saw, I headed down the stairs. I gobbled down some apples, then headed towards the garage. I opened the door and scooped up one of my three cats. I brought her back to my room and set her down. I opened my book and read another few chapters before switching to writing in my journal.