Personal Narrative Fiction

Another instance is when the oncologist is peaking to Adam, he blurs out the doctor and interrupts him and ask, “Am I going to die”. Adam is expecting the worst when he hears about

"What does this friend of yours look like?" asked Judy, taking notes the entire time

“We’ve been running from his people for as long as I can remember,” complained Kyle

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

John decides it’s time to hit the hay. He ties up his horse up to a nearby tree and John himself climbs into his buggy and wraps himself in his blanket. Right at the crack of the sun John begins to rise his eyes and prepare himself for another day on the open field.

Slowly, my feet dragged behind me as I walked through the pouring rain in the streets and in my soaking wet pajamas; I had no recognition of the time that I've been out here but I did know that it was sometime in the dead morning between two and three o'clock. The only thing that I knew was that I was heading back home at a sluggish pace, shaking.

When I woke up, Dean's arm was wrapped tightly around me. Dean's breathing was steady, telling me he was asleep. He jerked mindlessly and his breathing sped up rapidly. I could hear his heart pound through his chest and I knew he was having a nightmare. He whispered my name over and over again and his eyes were shut tightly, as if he were in pain.

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

““Ben?” Drake asked coming back up behind them, holding three unopened cans of beer in his hand.

Karen landed on the small cliff side of the fowl nestling grounds. She shook out her wings, careful not to disturb any flying creature in her near vicinity, and tucked them into the square of her back for them to rest. She was mostly accustomed to flying or gliding around in the sky but to keep up her cover she always walked like a normal plebeian.

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.

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.

River was shocked. No Vampire had ever asked for death. It was hard wired into their DNA to survive no matter what. It was how and why Saint Valentine had created them. They were created to survive anything war, disease, famine anything this world could throw at them. “Edmond, what about Andrew? You know he will perish without a Vampire to serve.”

5:59. The numbers blared, lit up in red. In a few seconds they would change, bringing on the new day. As they changed, music was released into the air, and Amy stirred. Her fingers reached for the contraption, though her eyes were not even opened. It was a well rehearsed dance, one she did five days out of the week. Two buttons over to the left and press. Now she knew she had ten more minutes, but by the time the music sounded once more, she would not be in the room. As inviting as the softness of the satin sheets and the warmth the bed held was, the day would wait for no one. She would take a few minutes to brush her locks from her face and rub her eyes until the ceiling above came into perfect focus. He was in bed next to her, still sleeping

Tank’s brow furrowed and his eyes darted about as if he was searching for a place to hide. His heart raced as he contemplated a life that would not be on the front line with Special Forces.