Personal Narrative Fiction

I dragged out my dagger and rammed it on her arms, creating a long split.

It just so happened that this dog would change my life forever. When we got into the shelter it was non stop barking, the person who

Walking up to the shelter only to find that the dog we wanted is being taken home by another family, we thought we wouldn't be getting a dog today. But when we found her, we were glad that the other dog was taken. Her black, slicked back fur shedding off of her perfect dog body. Her black beady eyes are bulging out of her head with the look of excitement. Unable to hold herself back she breaks the leash that the vet was trying to hold her back with. Running to us, she slips and falls on her head. We don’t have a second to worry because she jumps up and starts licking our faces with her slobbery tongue. By the time she is tired from licking our faces, we feel as if we just went swimming in a pool of melting jello

I turned around and pulled my hair back as I checked it to see if any more been ripped out. But that was when I noticed Mrs. Perez lying on the gym floor. A few girls were already crouched down next to her and one was calling out her name as she fanned a hand in front of her face trying to give her oxygen. I looked at her lying there motionless and a sense of dread and shock begun to fill me. Did I do that? I thought. No, I couldn't have. I never touched her unless… unless she had caught an elbow when I was hitting Keri. I then heard someone say to somebody else, “Go get the school nurse,” and then a couple of girls took off running for the hall.

Quickly lashing out she got me with a punch to my stomach, forcing me to double over in pain. Recovering quickly I grabbed her wrist and twisted it, causing her to drop the gun. I kicked the gun away just as she was about to dive for it, and we both started to wrestle for the gun, which the bitch got ahold of.

“Hi guys, who wants a bath?” I said as I got out of the truck. Neither of them like baths so they just backed away with their heads down. Then I asked “Who wants a treat?” They both perked back up and came running towards me again as I walked towards the house. It is a simple two bedroom, one bath, cabin in the woods type house. It is far enough out that I can’t hear the hustle and bustle of the City, but still have neighbors not too far away. The dogs followed me into the house, as I dropped the files on the table the two ran into the kitchen and sat patiently waiting by the pantry. I gave them both a bone and went back to the

It was early afternoon when we arrived. I ran straight to “Dog Town”, which is where the dogs live, and got right to work. I swept out dog

I go outside for all of the fresh air I needed. About three minutes until the bell, Kaitlyn made eye contact and I yelled and she “girl” slapped me on the left side of my face. I guess there is something called adrenaline that can let into your veins. Well, that’s what happened to me, I picked her up over my head and drover her body into the sidewalk in front of the enterance. The bell rang as this was happening, and Aaron Bridewell stopped me and put her through the door. Colton made me go explain to the office, but Coach Bennett almost beat me there.

Ever had that feeling of being trapped somewhere and you can’t get out? It’s not pleasant. A girl in my 12th grade class has always picked on me since elementary school, but one day she took it too far. I was at my locker when suddenly she grabs my arm and starts dragging me somewhere. I try to pull away or call for help, but no one comes to my rescue, they just stare at me. Eventually, she takes me to the front a janitor’s closet. She tries to shove me in, but I refuse and push back at her. However, she is stronger than me and with one push, she throws me into the closet. I look back at her and see a smirk before she shut the door, and locks it. Our school had a rat problem so within seconds of being there, I start to hear little squeaks and

“I’m sorry.” He gasps tearfully when Liam pushes him against the elevator, cold breath sending goosebumps across his skin. He knows it’s his fault that Liam nearly killed his Alpha, his fault Hayden and Corey died, hisfaultalways, “Y-You don’t have to stop.”

Duane shook his head in response to Karmen's comment, then lifted his gaze to the deserted highway, the blue sky's and blazing sun overhead, before it made it's way back to her face, having not quite caught what it was she'd mumbled to herself, but assumed it was about him. He winked, and playfully poked his tongue out; even at this moment with their troubles feeling somewhat like a schoolboy with his first crush. Karmen was one of a kind, and for the first time in a long time, even though they'd only been acquainted less than a day, one he felt that he wanted to spend just more than one night in the sack with. Getting into her panties could wait, if it meant the first occasion wouldn't also be the last; he remained unsure if Karmen's teasing and apparent interest was in him, or just due to the fact that here was a man, unlike those from Redell, who was well-dressed, somewhat handsome, and clean.

I gathered up my clipboard and supplies and headed out, as i skimmed through the pictures of all the new dogs i couldn't help but be drawn to the picture of a beautiful labrador with the most sorrowful eyes. I had a feeling of worry that took over me and i scurried over to her gate. Much to my surprise there were no volunteers in her cage which was bizarre because volunteers loved meeting and playing with the new dogs. She was in the corner of her cage trembling with her head hanging low,i felt my heart break into a million pieces. I reached over to open her gate when a loud anxious voice behind me said “ i wouldn’t do that if i were you, did you read her label? She’s aggressive.” i looked up and there it was in bright bold oversized letters, aggressive will bite. I couldn't believe my eyes, she didn’t look aggressive she looked sad. I turned around and with a nod said we’re all here at our own risk and opened her

One of the 150-pound dogs leapt over the three-and-a-half foot tall fence, and lunged at Frisky. In seconds, he was on top of her, biting and tearing at her flesh. She was screaming in pain, but I could barely hear her screams over my own. I tried pushing the larger dog off of her, with success a couple of times. Unfortunately, it was like he didn’t even notice me. After every push, he was right back on top of her. I was mortified, yet luckily unhurt. Frisky was not fighting back, she was just taking the attack. Later people would tell me that she did not fight back to protect me, but I wish that she had.

I obeyed with the nodd of my head, and we both walked off to class together.

Looked at the socks, I couldn’t help to recall the memory between Jasmine and I. The first time I met Jasmine was from the pictures my host family sent to me before I came to America. In one of the pictures, there were 2 big dogs chasing each other around in the back yard. One was Jasmine a nine-year-old black lab-mix, the other one was Haley, a 12 years old dalmatian mix with black patterns on the white fur. I worried that if I could get along with the dogs because for the first sixteen years in my life there never was a dog around. In my mind, I stereotyped big dogs as an aggressive and fierce animal. However, once I met them, I started to seem them as the best dogs in the world.