Personal Narrative Fiction

“Come here love,” Colin walks over to where she is now sitting on the bed. Arms stretched out he wraps them around her and whispers it her ear.

She sank into her plush, over-sized chair and leaned over the desk, cradling her face in her hands, “I’m aware,” her tone

Leering, Landon walks over to me. When he reaches me, he takes my hand into his and rests it on his côck.

At first, Laurel stares at me, her pink lips turning up in a soft smile. And then, she utters the word I’ve been dreaming her saying.

Her tiny arms wrap around my neck, pulling me into a hug. I pick her up, her head resting in my shoulder. “I heard you screaming.

Helen looked down at it before pushing it out of the way and pouring some creamer into the coffee. "I swear, I don't understand how anyone lives like this. Grace, you need to come home. We can have some shippers pack up your things and have them delivered. You can stay with me and Angel until you get back on your feet."

I had to almost run to get to my first class on time. Through all of my first four classes i was daydreaming. before lunch i saw darcy by her locker, but as soon as she saw me she turned to leave. I ran up to her and grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Okay,” Ethan said, three minutes later. “I’ve got the address. 820 Swan Street we should be there in a few more minutes. “So, I guess you were right Howie. It really was this Hellhound-werewolf thing.”

What is that noise? I slowly open an eye, still groggy from sleep. I try to tune my sense in on where the sound is coming from and what it might be but my mind isn’t focused yet. I lay there for a couple more seconds trying to get my wits about me. What am I hearing? Where is it coming from? Finally I realize, I’m hearing scratching.

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.

It was 2025, and Jamal Smith was wandering around bored in his house. It was summer and Jamal was exploring depths of his home that he had never seen before. His family was rich. Not doubt about it. His dad was a surgeon and his mom was a lawyer. Last year his family moved to Miami and then applied built a large addition to their house. But something was weird about it. The new addition to the house was dark, long and very scary to a thirteen-year-old like Jamal. When he was sleeping he always seemed to hear stuff from down there.

Duane shook his head in response to Karmen's comment, then lifted his gaze to the deserted highway, the blue sky's and blazing sun overhead, before it made it's way back to her face, having not quite caught what it was she'd mumbled to herself, but assumed it was about him. He winked, and playfully poked his tongue out; even at this moment with their troubles feeling somewhat like a schoolboy with his first crush. Karmen was one of a kind, and for the first time in a long time, even though they'd only been acquainted less than a day, one he felt that he wanted to spend just more than one night in the sack with. Getting into her panties could wait, if it meant the first occasion wouldn't also be the last; he remained unsure if Karmen's teasing and apparent interest was in him, or just due to the fact that here was a man, unlike those from Redell, who was well-dressed, somewhat handsome, and clean.

The full moon was shining over the mountainside as Bill woke up with a hangover, a horrible headache, confused and was startled s when he noticed Alan was lying in the leaves nearby. Moving closer and he shook him telling him to wake up and help find the ghost so they go off the mountainside. “What happened?” Alan asked, shaking his head.

“Hey,” I reach out to her and bring her into my arms, “What’s up, Pretty Girl?” I ask.

“What?” I asked. I could feel her waiting for me to say more, or even more so, to show some