Personal Narrative Fiction

Patience is a very important quality to posses when it comes to dog training. It might take to a child months to learn the ABC's as well as for a dog to develop a new skill. It is important to remember that each dog is different, for some it might take one class and for some more. Some dogs will be driven by treats and some by a game. It is essential to find what makes them feel good, to help them recognize that they did right. It is important to commit to the process and to make sure that everyone of the family are engaged in the process, not to provide mixed signals to the

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

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

Letting Bass talk her into getting dressed, Charlie ventured hesitantly down the stairs to have dinner with her family.

The dark wolf looked up from his coffee, his mind snapping back into reality. The warmth of the paper cup felt soothing upon his paw like hands. His thoughts had drifted elsewhere from the conversation thinking about alternative realities in contrast to the one he lived in.

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.

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.”

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.

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

After several rings, the phone is answered in the master suite of Mr. and Mrs. Malcolm DeWitt.

I lay in bed, my eyes squeezed shut in pure terror. The hair on the back of my arms and neck stand straight up on end. The window to the bedroom has just been pulled open from the outside, and I'm too afraid to move, too afraid to see the person who’s breaking into the house.

I groaned as I felt a lips being pressed gently to my forehead. I turn slightly in the bed before pulling the pillow near me, closer. I soon felt myself falling back asleep.

It didn’t take long for the few memories I had left to fade. Soon, I fell into the rhythm of the house without questioning anything. The fuzz in my brain went slowly away, but I failed to remember the details of my past. Even what happened in the alley had disappeared from my head. But I lost interest in finding out, falling in to my new life easily.

His fingers delicately weaved their way into my hair as our eyes met. My body was pressed up against his with nearly no space between us. Our mouths were slightly agaped, neither of us really knowing what to say. My heart was numb, but on fire at the same time. My breathing picked up and I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.