Personal Narrative Fiction

Letting Bass talk her into getting dressed, Charlie ventured hesitantly down the stairs to have dinner with her family.

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 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.

“Gene, have you seen my diamond earrings?” I ask over the running water of his shower.

“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.

Dressed in a sleeveless shirt, Devin tensed his muscles as he grabbed the journal off the desk. He stood up, pushed the chair against the wall with his calves and whipped the journal across the room. He watched it bounced off the full brick wall and land with a thump on the hardwood floor.

Jade was sitting in the empty dark basement with her friends. Luke, Chelsey and June, they have been friends since the 3rd grade . It was late summer and it was too hot outside to do anything. No one could deny that they were bored out there mind. They were basically just staring at each other. “Well this has been nice...but this is extremely bored.” Chelsey groaned. Jade rolled her eyes. “Then what should we do?” Luke asked, obviously getting more bored. Jade thought about it for a second. “What about a board game?” She questioned. “Ummm.no ofence but bored games are boring hint the name BORD games” Then a dark smile graced upon her lips. “Fine, I know exactly what we could do” The she stood up from her 4 year old bing bag chair. “I’ll go get it”. Then she skipped up

“Okay,” Ethan said, three minutes later. “I’ve got the address. 820 Swan Street we should be there in a few more minutes. “So, I guess you were right Howie. It really was this Hellhound-werewolf thing.”

I wake up, completely unaware of my surroundings. My mind is fuzzy, and it hurts when I open my eyes. But as I’m coming back to complete consciousness, the fuzziness is starting to be replaced with a dull thud. I am now fully conscious, even though I’d rather be unconscious again. The land around me is completely barren, and it’s deathly hot. As I look around to take in more of the barren land, I see a dark figure lying on the ground about 100 meters away. I try to yell and get it’s attention, but my throat hurts and is really dry. “Well maybe it’s just a rock or something,” I think to myself. Even though that is really improbable. And the ground is really hard and somewhat smooth, like glass, and has no rocks sticking out or anything. As I

Hi. You all seem pretty interested in me, or at least I can only assume so since you’re all letting your eyes rest on me as I sit here on your desk. Some are even touching me and quite honestly, I feel a little violated. That’s besides the point. I’m gonna tell you how a lemon like me got here on your desk.

It wasn't what I chose. Even if I did have a choice...I wouldn't have picked this. It wasn't what I wanted, or what have ever wanted. But it was what fell upon me, it was my fault, and always will be. One stupid mistake could ruin your life, or even end it. Just like it did to me, my fault, my life...ended. I shouldn't be blabbering about what happened to me. But just think, look at what did happen to me. I became a monster, a killer, I became...a vampire.

It didn’t take long for the few memories I had left to fade. Soon, I fell into the rhythm of the house without questioning anything. The fuzz in my brain went slowly away, but I failed to remember the details of my past. Even what happened in the alley had disappeared from my head. But I lost interest in finding out, falling in to my new life easily.

“You should really try that cologne I got you. Your gasoline musk is a delight, but it’s been bleeding into the furniture,” Leila giggled at her own teasing, “I’m starting to wonder if you’ve been bringing your work back here with you.” She was always trying to joke when she thought Mack was becoming upset, and his frequent hair ruffling had not gone unnoticed. Leila was the personification of cider, warm and bubbly, but despite the good nature he loved about her, or rather, all of the women Mack tried to make himself fall in love with, she too would not understand his plight. He smiled carefully and his stress habit was about to be repeated before he dropped his hand onto the empty couch cushion beside him. It had begun to smell like a car

Jon had looked at Spike rather strangely when the dragon introduced himself. With a polite chuckle, he said, "In a manner of speaking... I'm the author." Of many things, including the dragon standing before him. However, Spike was quite a bit taller than he had envisioned in his detailed writings of Ponyville. It was the first blight on his otherwise perfect rendering of the town.

Bang! Bang! the shots fired right over my head and I couldnt hear anything besides the screams and the sirens. As I darted down the street bag in hand I would faintly look behind me and saw the hounds chasing after me. I felt a sharp pain in my stomache. I looked down at my hand. the money and the bag were stained red. But noone was bleeding at the site. I looked down and realized in the faintness of my mind that i had been shot by the dealer. Quickly i darted into a dakr alley to my left and jumped in to an abandoned building. I could here the sound of the ling coarse nails of the dogs scrape down the alley sniffing my every move. Ihoped they hadent seen me. to my advantage, they had ran right by me to the next street. Iknew this was probably