Personal Narrative Fiction

Several more hours passed before their small party of four arrived at the opening to the mountain path where the group made camp, but Sara, extremely over protective of Mangus, would not allow Lily or Travin to set up camp next to him, secretly telling them if they tried, she would summon more of her magic, and this time, she would not hesitate to kill them. Suspecting that Sara had something to do with the location of his friends’ tent, he sought her out to question her. “Why are you so overly protective of me?”

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

"..... You heard the scream too, didn't you?" He was pretty sure he wasn't hallucinations, but he needed confirmation anyway. People don't just vanish into thin air. Nothing seemed out place, however, there was a sense of uneasiness around

I stood up from the bed, waking Duke up in the process. He jumped down from the bed, giving me a goofy grin, happy that I was fine. "Good boy," I said, scratching his head. I walked over to the door and put my hand on the doorknob, about to open it until I heard voices outside my door.

It is obvious from the outset of the short story “The Fall of the House of Usher” that the narrator the reader is introduced to has a much more rational sense about him than that of Roderick Usher. As the story progresses, however, it is to be interpreted that the madness of Roderick is slowly getting to the narrator, and making him think more like his mentally unstable friend. At the end of the story, he throws away all reason and sanity and the house, representative of his sanity, crumbles.

Tobias peered down at me and quickly slipped his gun into the back of his waistband. He grabbed my hand and led me away.

I clawed at my back, trying to staunch the blood gushing from my back. I sank to the ground, writhing in pain as I was slowly surrounded by figures cloaked in black. My breathing grew ragged as they drew closer to me. I glared

Sweat was pouring down my forehead. My palms were sticky. They were slowly creeping closer. I had to think quickly!

“You okay?” the voice asked. I bolted up and and stared at the boy sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed, talking to me. He had chocolate brown hair, caramel colored eyes, looked pretty tall, and about my age. Instead of wearing the all white outfit I had seen the other males wearing in the eerie room, he wore a white V-neck t-shirt with blue jeans, and a pair of expensive looking brown shoes. I broke my gaze with him to look at myself. I was still wearing the white dress, barefoot, and my hair still hung at my

I heard the clicking of guns as the slaughter temporarily ceased. I knew this was my chance, and so did many others. There were two groups, those who ran like hell, and those who didn’t want to leave the dead behind. Regardless of your group, we were all given mere seconds before the hellfire resumed.

I backed against the wall and tried to stay quiet. Loud thumps shook the ground. "Alister, what is down here that could be that big?" Light boomed in my direction. I squinted my eyes from how bright it was. When the flash died down I opened my eyes to a roaring path of burning flesh. Shadows of skulls and torn bodies danced the walls. The thumps grew closer. "I guess I'm about to find

“It’s nothing.” He finally huffed, snapping his eyes back onto the man, shaking his loose dreads from their tie. He stood up and whispered, the draconic strange on Daksha’s ears, especially coming from the mouth of a human. He watched as the white scaling of the armor released from the man, falling into his waiting arms. Daksha stiffened, had the build of him always been this appealing? Omari groaned, notching his armor behind his shoulder and giving the man a passive wave before turning to leave.