Personal Narrative Fiction

Love and sacrifice are a significant theme because it comes down to what you would be willing to sacrifice for the ideal purpose of loving someone. Many do not realize how much they are sacrificing because of love. In Klara and the Sun, many examples point to the theme of love and sacrifice. We can see love and sacrifice in Josie and Klara’s relationship, Chrissie and Josie’s relationship, and Rick and Josie’s relationship. In Klara and the Sun, the theme of love and sacrifice is very significant because it shows how selfless some of the characters are and what they are willing to give up and show how much they love each other.

After a few minutes, the dinner was ready to serve and everyone was excited to eat. Tante Lou brought out the food and sat down at the head of the table, Miss Emma on the opposite end, and Grant and his girlfriend sat next to one another. They began eating and the four made small talk while the yappy dog begged and pawed at Vivian’s legs. Miss Emma spoke

There are several things that can be learned about Greek culture through the story of Prometheus. The myth of Prometheus is about the theft of fire. Some of the things that can be seen through this myth are the value of fire and why animal offerings were done.

A cloud of steam escaped the machine and encompassed Addison’s face, fogging up her glasses and dampening her skin as she finished brewing the order. Her feet swiftly padded again the retro black and white checked tiles as she moved to the red counter.

The story of Balaak is a strange one. Balaak is a prophet traveling on his donkey to curse the Israelites for Balaam, a king. He is stopped by an angel three times, but is unable to see the angel. Only his donkey can see the angel, but when he threatens the donkey because of it’s “unexplained” stopping, the angel appears and turns the tide on Balaak, threatening him instead. Balaak makes it to the king, but when he attempts to seek a curse from God, God tells him to bless instead.

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.

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.

You were walking down the street, hoodie over your head. You quickly looked at everyone on the street, picking out one. You walked to a random girl and told her to follow you, that there was something important. She quickly nodded, following you to a dark, creepy alleyway. You pulled out you're knife and smiled, looking at it. Your gloved hand slipped over her mouth, as you stabbed her in the shoulder. She tried to scream, but it was muffled. You grinned at her pain. You left her on the floor, to die and rot painfully. Suddenly, you bumped into a tall, greenish guy.

“It felt like … like… it was real” he whispered. He began patting his upper body checking for bullet wounds.

Hazel lay on the stone cold bed with a white cover trimmed with lace. The blanket covered her frail body, and each breath she took felt like an eternity. She shivered, and goosebumps ran up and down her arms. The room around her was grey and musty making it difficult for her to breath. It was dull, for there were no Windows, nor were there doors. Hazel looked around and had no idea where she was or how she would escape. Then she gazed down at her hands and saw chains. Her wrists were raw and bruised where the cuffs clung to her arm. She caught another glimpse of the room. How had she gotten in if there was no way out?

When the Vampires took Tori, I could hardly breathe. We had just found out that she was the Head Wolf, the Leader of all the Werewolves. Kaitlyn was constantly glancing out of the cave, as if waiting for someone. Then it hit me. She was waiting for Brandyn, the Alpha of the pack she’s in. I walked over and stood next to her.

“Why would he do that?” Harry asked, his confusion bleeding through his previous hardness. “And if you believed that I was fictional, why did you—” He cut himself off with abruptness of a gunshot. Then he took another deep breath that he let out slowly. “I did not come here to fight any of you, even if I’m a bit miffed that you let Spencer just leave after he had died on a case.”

“Small fire! I said a small fire!” I shouted, glancing behind me as I began to run.

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?