Personal Narrative Fiction

There was still the option that Lacey hired someone to kill Sean. Would their spirit want to remain here to avenge their death?

The morning was average and one could already see the mysterious, milky light of the night mix with the interrupting brightness of the day. You brushed your teeth, slipped on your shoes, and had Nell fix your tie like any old Dawson Tax cubicle worker would do. “When do you think you’ll be home from the office, Mack?” “About 7:30, I’m working late.” “Aww. Okay, that’s not a problem! I’ll help Maddie with her project,” she said with a smile not wanting to let you know how much it meant to

I didn’t sleep at all last night, even after Felix returned to bed. My new senses and abilities wouldn’t let me. There’s danger everywhere in this place but there’s something else that’s making my senses go crazy and I think I have some idea of what it is. The nuclear bomb. It’s making my senses go crazy. Everything yells danger at me and to run. I know it’s going to blow up soon and that makes me a might bit grumpy. So when Jensen pulled me to the side in the morning, I was not the mood to be lectured, not that he has the right in the beginning.

Anyway, back to Spencer. I was leaning against the wall, and then I someone ran into me. I stumbled and fell sideways, right into Spencer. For a couple seconds I couldn’t figure out what happened. All I knew was my head kinda of hurt and there was beer spilled all over my shirt. Someone held out a hand and pulled me up. That someone was Vivian. At the time, the only thing I knew about Vivian was that she scared the shit out of me. Two years prior to that day, she looked a lot like Alice, actually. Cute blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wore little dresses to school. Then she changed. She died her hair black, got a nose piercing, and I hadn’t seen her in a dress since. I hadn’t even talked to her in several years when she pulled my beer-soaked

I laid back in my hospital bed as my stomach began to growl. I politely called the nurse.

We semi-finished our meals and I was shocked. He actually did remember. Macoroni and cheese. Specifically what I oredered that day, the first day we met. Three years seems so far.

 "Damn thing went out again," Minzy growls, slamming her hand against the air conditioner. I rub the back of my neck, sweat trickling down my body in a fit of heat overdose.

“Who am I? Hmm.” He was silent for a long time. “I guess you may call me the ghost of Captain McBride.”

Mah brother and I wer walkin’ through the field of apple trees in the evening before the funereal—recalling this and that or that thing that had happened in this or that place, flippin’ over the memories after the fashion of the Apple family who gather again in the place where we wer all born—trying to make sense of the fillies we once wer and of the members who wer once with us.

“Although I tried,” Ed said as he picked up the empty box. “I never learned how to use the thing myself.” “ I would try from time to time, but I finally just gave up, and put in this old box year’s ago.” “I would like for you to take it with you on your journey, who knows, maybe it will work for you.”

Stomping up the stairs Nia yells, “ You’re not the boss of me!” And slams her bedroom door shut. Heavily breathing Nia grasped for air. Trying to control her breathing, she places her hand on her chest. Tears ride down her face quickly like a river flow. Not knowing how to stop Nia constantly wipes her face.

My body felt limp and useless as his hands traced the outline of my arms, making my skin shiver with delight. His fingers felt delicate against my soft skin, and I soon felt my eyes fluttering close as I let myself relax. There was a first time for everything, wasn't there?

Ianto is back in the archives, up to section L. There has been a hit and run; Gwen recognized the name on the police scanner. She spent the better part of an hour convincing Jack that the accident might have something to do with an energy pattern Toshiko was watching yesterday. Ianto listens to them bicker, barely hiding his amusement. But Jack finally gave in when he realized that she would never let it go. So, instead of fighting, he suggested a doughnut run on the way. As he left, Jack shot Ianto a questioning look, silently asking if he would like to come along. Ianto responded in kind, begging off with a mock scowl, happy to avoid Owen’s complaints during the ride. Also, he was afraid that someone might notice the intermittent blush that

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

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.