Personal Narrative Fiction

“I want you to know that you don’t have to feel alone. I know you wanna reach out for your grandma, but your mother and I are still here.”

“No don’t come. I don’t want you to die too. You have so much to live for. Tell my family that I love them.”, Susan

“I have something to ask you about. I long time ago. Right after Mommy died, I was very sad. And I cried a lot. But I was afraid if you saw me cry it would make you sadder than you already were.”

You were walking down the street, hoodie over your head. You quickly looked at everyone on the street, picking out one. You walked to a random girl and told her to follow you, that there was something important. She quickly nodded, following you to a dark, creepy alleyway. You pulled out you're knife and smiled, looking at it. Your gloved hand slipped over her mouth, as you stabbed her in the shoulder. She tried to scream, but it was muffled. You grinned at her pain. You left her on the floor, to die and rot painfully. Suddenly, you bumped into a tall, greenish guy.

"So you would like to know how I got here, Right? How I found Sammy at his school, How I became one of his closest friends then just ended up at the same collage as him?" I chuckled at the hunter.

“It is rare that both of you are speechless,” James said as they both continued to just stare at him. “I should write this down so I remember it next time my memory decides to take a vacation or someone wipes it. Then again, I wouldn’t remember where it was written down, so I guess that isn’t a great plan.”

“Alanine, what can we do? I know your grandfather wanted us to get to know each other better, but he is going to… Is it true what you said? He was responsible for your last boyfriend getting put into the hospital? Do you think I should go into hiding, or take a trip overseas or at least let it be known that I’m out of the

Suddenly nervous that there was a stranger in the room, Johnny became silent and moved as best as he could towards Roy. Sensing the anxiety, Roy held Johnny’s hand.

Her best friend, myself, had robbed her dry. My wife recently passed away and I had thought I finally figured out the 21st century way to get in contact with your dead loved ones. Not everything I tried worked and I spent a lot of Lauren’s money, so let me take you through my timeline.

Finished with the Heiress's body, the Head of Security recovered his breath and peered down at Lexi. The Socialite may not have climaxed a third time, but he'd gathered from the manner in which her body had writhed and bucked that she'd be unable to deny to herself any sensation of pleasure, and her response had so aroused Karl that he'd swiftly withdrawn from her ass, and moved to his feet to coat her in his seed.

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?

A steaming stack of pancakes was set out on the table with a jar of maple syrup and a dish of butter. A jug of apple juice had been set out as well. I poured myself a tall glass of the juice. I stabbed two pancakes with a fork, slathered them with butter, and drenched them with syrup before digging in.

“Just come with me and we’ll explain everything later” he stated reassuringly, “Now let’s go.”

“Yes, you are. But you aren't the only one affected by the death of your grandmother. Your dad is too. He's been trying to call you.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m here to pick up Addison, but she’s still painting some things out on the main stage. I thought I might wait here? She didn’t want her Dad staring her down out there.”