Personal Narrative Fiction

I didn’t sleep at all last night, even after Felix returned to bed. My new senses and abilities wouldn’t let me. There’s danger everywhere in this place but there’s something else that’s making my senses go crazy and I think I have some idea of what it is. The nuclear bomb. It’s making my senses go crazy. Everything yells danger at me and to run. I know it’s going to blow up soon and that makes me a might bit grumpy. So when Jensen pulled me to the side in the morning, I was not the mood to be lectured, not that he has the right in the beginning.

the woman paused, taking a drag from her cigarette, “I can tell you’re just here for a visit. You’re not pinched for sure. Tell me about yourself. You’re here for a reason.”

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.

“Oh, look!” squealed Raven, pointing over in a direction of what looked like a hair salon. “There’s a hair dying booth! I think you should get a red streak.” Unsure, I patted down my bob of brown concisiously. Hair dying? I wasn’t sure Dad would appreciate that. Is this what Raven meant by “shopping?” Completely changing my look around just for her? What was I, not good enough for her? ”I dunno,” I said, “I kinda like my hair now...” Raven rolled her eyes and swatted me gently. “Oh, shut up, Elle. Don’t you want to fit in with ME and my pals? Plus, your hair style is soo immature right now. You look like some kind of girl who does charity work and babysits.” I bite one of my nails. “Um. Okay. Yeah, I guess I’ll get one.” I begin shifting around

Pa died that night. I can’t remember what time, all I know is that it was past Jessica’s bed time. I stopped crying around sunrise because I knew she would be getting up soon. I walked away from Pa’s cot and started a fire in the wood stove, and began making Jess her breakfast. I got out the good stuff, bacon and eggs and toast, I thought the occasion warranted it. We had more rations than we needed anyway.

4. A kid comes out of the school bathroom with toilet paper dangling from his or her waistband.

I groaned as I felt a lips being pressed gently to my forehead. I turn slightly in the bed before pulling the pillow near me, closer. I soon felt myself falling back asleep.

The party had been deemed, by high school standards, a success. In the back yard, drunken punches were being thrown erratically, goon bags hung from the washing line and girls in tiny dresses hung helplessly to trees as they emptied their stomachs violently onto the ground. Inside, Skrillex blasted obnoxiously from the speakers, making it feel as if the whole of Blackmans Bay shook with the bass. The combination of the smoke machine and rainbow fairy lights created a luminous mist that smelled of alcohol and teenage sweat. Throughout the house hormones raged like demons untethered; a girl sat on the kitchen bench, her legs wrapped promiscuously around the waist of a boy whose hands snaked nervously up her shirt even as she pulled him closer

I could hear the sound of their shoes crunching the fallen leaves before they even made it to the door. I listen, first, for the click of the opening door, then for the footsteps to echo throughout the infirmary. I wait until the door is shut firmly behind them before risking a glance in their direction from behind my computer. The sight of the two men walking my way had me shaking my head in slight amusement.

Abi slumped against the wall, drawing her knees up to her chest and clasping her hands around them. Her brows furrowed and she bit her lip, a sure sign that she was focusing on something, and not to bother her. Hoping she was concentrating on keeping the fire away from our prison, I leaned back tenderly and began planning an escape. I tried to, anyway, but I hadn't slept in a day or two, and surprisingly, I felt safer than I had in a while, so after a few minutes of not planning, I fell

During the night in 1940s of New York City; in the mysterious dark streets remained a woman walking in a bright red dress with pastel skin. The streets were extremely empty that you could hear her own footsteps and every time she went under a street lamp that made her glisten with her pale skin. She was unusually scrawny with her collar bones sticking out resembling a skeleton. She looked very lonely by her body language which suggested being alone until this fascinating man walked up to her and persuaded her to seek out some coffee. They find this diner that remained open at this time of day. All the lights were on and the diner had a giant window glass all around, and position strangely. Nearby, sat another gentleman reading the newspaper

River was shocked. No Vampire had ever asked for death. It was hard wired into their DNA to survive no matter what. It was how and why Saint Valentine had created them. They were created to survive anything war, disease, famine anything this world could throw at them. “Edmond, what about Andrew? You know he will perish without a Vampire to serve.”

The lights darkened completely, no longer competing with the cold gray light of the blizzard. We waited in silence, hoping the light would return. No such luck.

Liam can hear a particularly loud cicada that sounds like it’s about to break into the apartment. He looks around and wonders briefly if it’s sitting on the brick wall outside on the fire escape. That brick must be hot, it’s been around mid-90s lately. Bugs must really appreciate their skinny, little, unfeeling bug legs--

“Uh ok. Um well.” Francis looked at me and said, “Actually, I want to tell you my experience first. Believe it or not I was in your position 4 years. I feel that if I tell you about me, we can be closer later along the line. Just sit down on the bed please.” He sat down and patted a spot across from him. I listen to him sitting down, not exactly where he patted on the bed.