Personal Narrative Fiction

Watching the trio disappeared, Akki walked back to the alleyway. Finishing his last piece of bread, he slid down on the brick wall. Rest is head on the wall, Akki decided to sleep, closing his eyes he fell asleep.

Echo slid into her room and locked the door. “How could she say that?” Echo asked herself, facing the door.

At the last moment, Kara grabbed Aileen’s head and turned her away, not wanting her to see. Aileen started to shake, the shock of what she knew just happened being too much for her to bare.

She slammed through the door and locked it behind her. Her back against the peeling paint, she panted for air and tried to slow her racing heart. Coming into this bar had been the biggest mistake of life.

“ She’s well ,the same Marian I remembered from my childhood”, I smiled. “ actually I was running errand for her. Do you have some time to spare, for my assignment requires discussing an event with you.”

Turning on the heels of the grey boots, Katherine faced Ashlynn. Her heart started to pound at the thought of actually doing the torture. The nervous were making her palms sweat as she walked over to the table again. Once again, her hands pulled the hair back up into a bun to keep it from getting in her face. Kat already felt sick.

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

We thanked Ms. Phillips and asked if we could look around for anything that might help us. She nodded and closed the door as we began to look around. Ethan looked into the bedroom and I checked the mess and found a copy of “Beasts of Myths and Folklores” lying torn atop the glass shards. I checked for whatever could stop this mayhem, but the lower portion had been shredded and I turned the page and noticed a small paragraph ending the information.

My parent later in life told me I would always try to stick my fingers through the chicken wire to pet the chickens. The chickens probably would have taught my little chubby fingers as worms, and probably would have pecked at them. This was probably why it was dangerous for me to stick my fingers in the chicken wire. Also, they said whenever a chicken would come towards my fingers, I would shriek and laugh and that normally scared the chickens away. Now, thinking about this. I never did get to pet the chickens, but I did get to feed them watermelon. This I do remember. It was an afternoon right before the sunset. My dad had just cut up a watermelon for us kids. That's when he realized that the watermelon wasn't any good to eat. Instead, he gathered us little kids up, my 2 sisters and I, and took us outside to feed the chickens this bad watermelon. It was chilly. This had to be around October because of the early darkest and chilly afternoons. Thank goodness I had my coat on. It was purple, my sisters were pink and black.

He sits beside the pool both feet in the cool water; the same place Oliver sat all those weeks ago. The scene is so similar to that day, ironically so, the weather, Elio's fretting. Is it really better to speak than to die? His mother thought so, he did to, but now he realizes his feelings don’t just affect him anymore. He pulls at the collar of his, no Oliver's shirt and breathes in the scent that is beginning to fade.

Marco Diaz, now at the age of 22, walked out of his dojo when it happened.

“Not really. I’ve been working on cleaning up the flower beds. Mr. Greenhut said the house would be ready in about four or five days.”

Ari slammed the math worksheet onto her desk where she write her name full name, Arielle Queen, at the top. This piece of paper was the only way that she could openly prove that she was just as good or maybe even better than Carter.

They continued down the path. Every creak sent a spike of fear through Adelaide. She just wanted to run so she could get to the end sooner. Adelaide took a shaky breath. Kiyan reached out, grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He said nothing but the message was clear; I am here, I’m not going anywhere. Adelaide felt a new wave of courage take hold of her.

She began to climb down the side of the cloud, carefully finding footholds solid enough to support her. Her plan was to lure one of the birds (lizards, dinosaurs, pterodactyls) to her. When it tried to grab her she would leap onto its back and use the rope to hold on. She could do that. She wasn’t just a pretend cowboy. She had spent a lot of time on a ranch owned by one of her uncles. She knew how to do things like that. Actually