Personal Narrative Fiction

“Looking to you, Princess. What’s it gonna be?” Bellamy asked, the rest of them now calmed down and looking at Clarke as well. “Run and get picked off out in the open, or stand and fight back?”

I remember a time when one student and I did math together. I was in charge of a kid. This kid made it very clear to me that they thought math was ridiculous. (I’m naming this kid Jorge because I don’t want to give his name out.)

“Two things before we go any further: the fucks a plain of existence, and exactly how do YOU handle souls?” She stood up and started to walk to the middle of the street. “I really don’t feel like just explaining it to you so I’ll just show you.” When she arrived at the middle of the street, she stopped and turned to me. After a few seconds she put her right hand on her hip and in a sassy manner she said,” I can’t show you something that you can’t see, so get the fuck over here.” So I steadily pushed myself up with the help of the light pole I was against. When I was almost up, Torva gave out a bored sigh and snapped her fingers. I was then teleported right next to her, but I hadn’t let go of the light pole so I fell straight on my ass. Torva

Her tight passage is drawing my seed, forcing its release but I hold myself motionless deep inside and wait for her eyes to meet mine begging more from her still. “Marry me Alessandra. Marry me and let me show the world that you’re mine.”

“No,” Steve thought as he shoved the small black box back into his dresser drawer. “Not tonight.” He pulled his suit coat on and strode to the elevator.

Ray stared at the exit. He doesn’t like only having one escape. Of course Ray knew what hid in the dark corners of the courtyard. Which was why he was so anxious. Ray of course knows that Ryan will be back soon, but still can’t deny that anxious feeling that something happened. Of course they had a system in place. But they’ve never had to use it, well until maybe now.

The choice is killing me, what do i do? Just 30 minutes ago i was blacked out in the trees, Now i'm thinking about getting back on, i’m crazy. But i don't even know want i want to do. I smelt the fresh pine trees and the cold snow. It was beautiful, a tunnel made up of only trees, the glistening snow sparkling.

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

“Buzzz,” the vibration from my alarm on my phone goes off. Usually somebody would come in and make sure I got up, but this morning nobody came in. An odd feeling came over me, I knew something was going on, I just didn’t know what. After 10 minutes pass my sister comes in and says, “Get ready soon we have to go over Gioia’s.” my aunt’s house.

I lay in bed, my eyes squeezed shut in pure terror. The hair on the back of my arms and neck stand straight up on end. The window to the bedroom has just been pulled open from the outside, and I'm too afraid to move, too afraid to see the person who’s breaking into the house.

“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.”

The crisp leaves crunched satisfyingly beneath Jack’s sneakers. He loved the fall, with its dryer days and cooler nights, and the leaves changing and falling gracefully to the ground.

Jolker glanced over at Wyatt and breaking the silence said: “ Well Cap, leaving planets in a hurry, is starting to become habit, these days, Huh?” followed by a soft chuckle.

“Oh, last night’s footage where I was wandering around, jumping from cliff to cliff and…oh yeah over hearing some very interesting conversions,” I answer, telling the truth. There’s no point in lying. He’s going to find out sooner or later and sometimes it’s easier just to tell the truth and piss people off at the same time. I even flash a smile up at him.

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?