Personal Narrative Fiction

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

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.

I probably just seem like a normal, dumb teenager looking to draw you in with a made up story, just to get a rise. Just to get a few minutes of attention. But my purpose here isn't to make you want to read my story; honestly, I couldn't care less if you stop reading after this point because you think this is all made up stuff. But who the hell would make up something as elaborate as this? Actually, I take that back. A lot of people could fabricate a story like this, probably a better one to be honest. But there's no way I can convince you that I'm telling the truth. I just need to get this story out. So keep reading, or don't. I really don't care.

“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

After several rings, the phone is answered in the master suite of Mr. and Mrs. Malcolm DeWitt.

Seeing Josh emerge from the alley, the girl from the top floor perks up from her concrete perch. “There you are.” She places her phone on the apartment steps and rises. “I hope you don’t mind, well, you were asleep, so I took your clothes from the dryer and put mine in. I didn’t go through them or anything, I am just in a hurry. My girlfriends and I are going out tonight.”

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.

“Oh, sweetie. I am so sorry. I know you didn’t want anyone to know.” Jane gave her a sweet half smile.

Tossing and turning she felt as if someone was grabbing onto her. Her heart pounded faster and faster. Her mind rushed to the thought of dieing. She opened her eyes relieved that it was all over. It was only a dream right? Nothing to be worried about she thought. She tried to sit up but found that her arms and legs could not move, they had been strapped down to the bed. Her heart started to race again. She knew that she wasn't asleep anymore. This was real. She tried to scream but her throat was too sore, so all that came out was a little squeal. She tried to kick and free her arms from the straps but they were too tight to get loose. There was a small thump sound near the closet which startled her. Looking over to the dark corner of her room

Sky and asked. “How do you mean he is peculiar?” Edmond smiled. “Andrew believes in Fay magic, crystals, ruins stuff like that. I am always seeing him doing some kind of chant or magic with crystals and poems. When I told him of our situation he said he can help you get through this.” Sky looked sorrowful at Edmond and whispered. “Let’s hope so.” He could feel her fear and he hated it.

“Here, you need to eat more, little one.” Mrs. Sanchez said as she scooped some chirizo and scrambled eggs on William’s plate; not pleased with his thin form, she was determined to fatten him up.

To be honest, I feel like I’m being surveyed by this clerk; he’s just sitting watching my every move as I maneuver around the store. I mean, I know I’m probably offending some people at this store by my attire-- blue and white strapless bikini outfit and shoeless-- because the customers, but mostly the clerk, are not inspecting me. But oh well… I mean me and my girlfriends just came from the beach and we forgot our other changing outfits at home so I hope they’ll let it slide for them and me. As I was walking the aisle the, looking for something to snack and drink on, my other two companions was just sort of just joking and playing around in the store messing and harassing people under their whispers of insult. Then my tall, skinny friend,

“Hello?” The girl called out as she carefully rubbed the wounds on her face. “I demand to know who took me!” She shouted so suddenly that I jumped and made a gasping noise that drew her attention to me.

After Delia’s dad had dropped me off I had a lot of things to think about. I went to my room and layed down feeling exhausted. I didn’t want to hurt Delia after all we’ve done together, or was it all fake? No, it couldn’t have been. If she was trying to make her parents mad she would’ve dumped me by now. Right? I shook those thoughts out of my head and decided I was going to sleep and figure out what to do.

The full moon was shining over the mountainside as Bill woke up with a hangover, a horrible headache, confused and was startled s when he noticed Alan was lying in the leaves nearby. Moving closer and he shook him telling him to wake up and help find the ghost so they go off the mountainside. “What happened?” Alan asked, shaking his head.