Personal Narrative Fiction

Her last days were spent in the hospital, with the constant care and family by her side, she seemed at peace. We would talk about old times, like how she once asked why this lady’s belly was so big. I said there was a baby inside, and she freaked out, assuming that lady had eaten the baby. Or when she got knocked out drunk on her 21st birthday, so drunk that she was begging the showerhead to stop crying while taking a shower. It was hard for any of us to leave her side since she could pass away at any time, and it would be the last time we saw

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.”

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.

“Okay,” Ethan said, three minutes later. “I’ve got the address. 820 Swan Street we should be there in a few more minutes. “So, I guess you were right Howie. It really was this Hellhound-werewolf thing.”

The grass was greener than ever, the sky was a beautiful shade of blue, a breeze was blowing softly. Crystal sat on the hospital bed and looked out the small window. Her long black hair fell to her chest as she stared at the swaying grass blades. The heart monitor beeped in the quiet room. She silently hugged her blanket and swayed from side to side.

Jonathan arrived home, dropped his bag on the ground, his shoulders sore from carrying it around all day, and began scanning his surroundings for signs of disturbance caused by his wonderful ol’ demon pal. To his surprise, he found nothing, or at least not anything that he could see at the moment. He walked to the kitchen to grab something to eat, and glanced around the room, and again found nothing that would show that Sock had been up to something while he was gone. As this was highly unusual, he guessed that the kid had probably done something in and/or to his room.

It wasn't what I chose. Even if I did have a choice...I wouldn't have picked this. It wasn't what I wanted, or what have ever wanted. But it was what fell upon me, it was my fault, and always will be. One stupid mistake could ruin your life, or even end it. Just like it did to me, my fault, my life...ended. I shouldn't be blabbering about what happened to me. But just think, look at what did happen to me. I became a monster, a killer, I became...a vampire.

It all began when the office got a call in from Lisa, about a murder case, I am a private investigator who has a lot of time on my hands because people feel safer to call the police before me, which I don't get.”Joe”, My partner said “It's for you. Its Mrs.Profter and she doesn't sound happy” While I reached for the phone, I was strung out from all the extra running I had to do to catch my last perp, the cops couldn't find him and gave him a 4 day lead. They say a case is near impossible to crack after the first 48 hours, soi have my hands full for awhile. I pick up the phone,”hello” I mumbled, “Joe, Joe Green I need you to take my case, it's about my husband's recent murder. The cops aren't helping me at all, and are telling me the murder hasn't been found yet but they have ideas on his whereabouts. I Don't believe they know what they’re

The two of them may never be more than friends, but my actions made it easier for him to refuse to be seen or called greater until he had earned that honor. Unfortunately, it that thought didn’t come from my imagination, but from Echo himself. I watched my people move out of Echo’s way through nods of respect and standing tall. There was no longer any doubt. I had to stay as far away from Echo as possible. My mind must have been stuck on the two of us in the shower only a few hours ago (which it was) when I heard my name being called out several times.

“Like what Phillip was talking about,” ascertained Krista, “he said they wouldn’t let him destroy his grandfather’s wristwatch. They prevented him from swinging this hammer.”

Trevor’s eyes widened as a surge of energy flooded his body. The small figure wasn’t a figment of his imagination after all. Just when elation threatened to overwhelm him, reality crushed it.

There was just something nostalgic about the scent she breathed in. It reminded her of home…it reminded her of him. There was no going back to the old days. Every single moment was now a memory…one that she could lose.

I finally had someone to believe in. She did so much to save me. She created herself because she wanted to save me. I loved her, truly loved her and then she was ripped away. When that happened I felt like I forgot how to breathe. She was oxygen to me, she was light. I know if she were here she'd tell me to have a great life and to remember her, but sometimes its so hard. I hear her voice sometimes telling me the right thing to do, and it only gets louder the older I get but its just an echo Clara..not the real

I woke up and followed the herd. Every day was just the same. We wake, we walk, we stand around for a while, and then we go back. Fluffy wool puffs decorated the meadow all around me. Though, for some reason I knew I was different than them. In which way, I’m not sure—but whenever I get near, they look at me in disgust and I just don’t understand. I just want to stand with them; sunny skies or wet grass days, neither makes a difference to how they treat me. It’s always the same. I’m thetloner. I follow, but I do it alone. I finally found my mother lying in wide open space beneath the sun, I needed to know what was wrong with me. She just stared; was it how I looked—eyes of a mother staring at a face only she could love?