Personal Narrative Fiction

The cool winter air stung my face as I exited through the ski lodge door. Board in hand, I stepped onto the powdery snow. After each step I took all I heard was crunches and crackles from the snow compacting underneath my weight. I nervously made my way over to the top of the bunny hill where a tall, beat up looking man named Dave stood. He looked as if the cold weather had made him age quicker than the rest. The earnest look on his face caused me to shudder in fear. His eyes pierced through my soul as if warning me not to go through with this. I took a deep breath as I realized how

The sharp arctic like breeze propels itself onto my young and fair skin as my mother forces the old, frail white birch door open, exposing both myself and my younger sister to the harsh and unforgiving climate that awaits us beyond the both feeble and aged shack that I have called home for the past nine and a half years. My father sits in the frost bitten and beaten three seater Chevrolet truck. Crammed in the tray covered in tarp, I struggle to make out the shape of what seems to be my previously owned duffel bag, bestowed upon me by my next door neighbours following the death of their son, my mother describes his death to me as being “a tragic accident” down in the Cape Breton mines. Before my eyes could properly focus on the contents inside the tray of the truck, my Mother had already

I slowly crept around a corner engraved by the trail of smashed snow, getting ready for the huge drop. Of course, I made my uncle go first because like always, I am a scaredy cat. He softly drifted smoothly across the surface, spraying snow all around the backs of the skis. Turning around, asking for an applause, he smiled and chuckled like the hill was a breeze. My huge feet clomped loudly on the surface of the snow. I positioned myself forward and pushed off with my poles. The rushing wind paralyzed my face as I tried to focus on my path. The bushy trees zoomed past me, giving me this rush of adrenaline. I finally came to a halting stop right next to my uncle and waited for the others to join

we lived in a small deserted town with a population of seven hundred and sixteen. it was made of three blocks that use to boom with depressing, vacant tenants with no purpose in life but to figure out why they were present in this tundra-like hell. everyone fucking sad but simple. at this time every year, a wicked snowstorm

The snow was sticking to the window beside me, each flurry as individual and distinctive as a human fingerprint. I focused on the gloomy skies rather than the hospital towering intimidatingly before me. I closed my eyes as my sister stepped out of the car, quietly apologizing to me as she ventured deep into the snowfall. I knew at that moment that I needed to shed my childish ways and step into my new adult skin.

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

Today is a day has a cold temperature and grey, extremely cold morning. I am travelling with a wolf-dog in the Yukon in Alaska. I am a newcomer to this place, a stranger, and this is the first time I went to the winter here. I feel so small when standing in a snowy winter. I walk on the Yukon trail and try to climb to higher ground. I stop to breathe and suddenly realize that now is the morning that I don’t see the sunshine, but I do not care too much by reason I got used to it. I look around, just only snow white where the cold does not faze me. To me to counteract fifty degrees below zero just wears gloves, a hat can cover the ears, leather shoes and warm

I see my life flash before my eyes as i plummet down to the boundless ocean, but as i just about hit i feel something sharp grabbing me. i start moving farther and farther away from my certain death.

John is very smart in technology and can hack almost anything in the world, he broke in the Pentagon´s motherboard. Later that day Zack received a message from a unknown user and it said coordinates. It said ¨George,Oscar,Tango,Oscar,Delta,Oscar,Whisky,November,Tango,Oscar,Whisky,November¨

It was a cold, blustery day, the snow whipped over the highway. The wind howled like a wolf pack. Ice covered the highway, making it as slick as a wet bar of soap. Our tires slid and the yellow light came on.

During my ragged nap, a heart filled stranger came to our aid and the police finally arrived. Although we were relieved for the help, we stood, discouraged by our immobile car. We drove back up the snowy mountain in the police’s car to enjoy a warm meal and snow chains.

“Please mom. I didn’t do anything all summer long, and it’s only to the park for a couple of hours. Pleasepleaseplease.” I heard my sister begging as I walked down stairs and into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Low and behold there they were, my sister on her knees, her fingers interlaced with each other as my mother washed the dishes. My mom glanced behind me and smirked. “Oh no. What did I just walk into.” “Mija take Sofia to the park to spend time with her friends.” “But I don’t wanna.” “Right now I don’t care what you do and don’t want to do right no, you are taking your sister to the park and that’s final.” “What am I supposed to do? Dinah, Normani, and Ally still aren’t back from their vacations, I’m almost 18, Sofi and her friends

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?

Trevor’s eyes widened as a surge of energy flooded his body. The small figure wasn’t a figment of his imagination after all. Just when elation threatened to overwhelm him, reality crushed it.

The soft snow numbs my hand as I brush it off of her red car. We rush to get it clean, rush to get warm. The ice-kissed our faces and bodies as we stand there in each others company. As we laugh about our day, we see our breath rise to the dark sky above. As we look up, the snow keeps persisting down, making us shiver and wet. I grab a handful of the plush, delicate snow, and try to throw it on her back. Instead of it hitting her, the snow expands in the air and falls to the ground like confetti does at a concert, slowly but surely. I run to the other side of her car, not wanting to be hit back. Instead of her retaliating, we just laugh. Her silvery laugh illuminates the area around us, making the darkness not so dark. It’s the kind of laugh