Personal Narrative Fiction

“I don’t know. Tabitha took off with him a few hours before you guys showed up.”

“Really?” He nods and we say goodbye. I go to tell Maria the news, but remember what she told me.

            The complexity of Amanda's character directly affects her action and dialogue with her children. In her role as mother she exhibits an overwhelming desire to see her children succeed in life. In trying to push them toward her ideal of success, she at times unwittingly hurts them even though she means well. Her actions often hide her intense love for her children, but it is an important driving force in her motivations. She loves them too well--at times to a point of smothering them (perhaps the reason for the departure of her husband)--which results in her attempt to push them towards all the good things she has known and remembered and away from anything that does not suit her ideal.

“Now, would I do that?” Olivia asked coyly. “Is Antonio there? I want to tell him, too.”

We tiptoed past the toad. Then made our way down a long hallway lit only by candles, and lined with gold-framed portraits of fearsome humpbacked goblins. Finally, we found a small door that was partly ajar. I leaned against it and could hear giggling coming from inside. I flung it open. Emma was standing in the center of the room beside a dining table, with a green goblet in her hand. “It’s about time you two showed up,” she said. “What took you so long?

When Joshua walked into the Hickory Pit Café and sat down, Jeannie, the morning waitress, poured him a cup of coffee and a glass of ice-water, which she set in front of him.

“That's alright, Mr. McClure. I'm just going to fix some flapjacks and sausage this morning. I was able to get some maple syrup while I was in town the other day; it will be a real treat for Henry and the children; you and me too,” she added, almost as an afterthought. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with

Maggie’s plate was cold and her coffee had stopped steaming, its warmth escaping into the oak table.

“Really! How did it happen that you didn’t mention it to me? He could have gone and met my family if he was in the Los Angeles area,” she said.

"Well, if you could take off your eyes of my fiancé I am willed to tell," she smirks. " Actually there is not a lot to tell. We grew up together, it´s simple as that. My father died before I

Finally, she coughed. Dipping water from the bucket, she drank it all, then went back to eating. Satisfied, she drank more water, then added a dipper full to the beans left and stirred them. She moved the kettle back and covered it before holding her hands over the warm iron surface. It was the soft warbling cry of

Eva answers the door and invites me in. I follow her to the kitchen where we sit at the kitchen table. She insists on pouring me a cup of her favorite tea. The steam from the kettle is screaming, “I’m ready!” Eva is able to navigate her cozy kitchen by supporting her balance chair to counter to stove, stove to chair to tea cup. The tremor that was apparent as she scooped the loose tea into the pot, gives way to the steadiness needed to poor the boiling water. She returns the kettle to the stove and tells me we are three minutes away from the perfect cup of Earl Gray.

The girl groggily got out of bed. She perked up when she smelled a delicious aroma of bacon and pancakes and a little bit of coffee. Amanda raced down the stairs ,still in her pajamas, 2 at a time and slid into the kitchen.

“Ariana,” she said in a serious tone, “if you plan on becoming a marriage counselor you’re going to have to listen and comment on couple’s sex lives. I’m trying to help you help yourself.”

After throwing water on his face and brushing his teeth, he knew he needed coffee to get through the day. He blew a sigh of relief when he didn 't see Lucy sitting at their usual table. His smile faded, and he felt a pang of sadness when he saw the woman he had been longing for standing in line waiting to order.