Personal Narrative Fiction

He slowly dragged himself towards the cot, holding onto his stomach. He sniffled a bit while climbing up to lie down. The leaking pipe had dripped onto his pillow making it to wet for Isaac to sleep on. He kept his head away from the pillow, lying down while

“Clarke?” she questioned softly. The cries seemed to lessen as she took more steps toward its source. Clarke was kneeled on the ground, her eyes puffed and red. Willow crouched down beside her and enveloped her in a tight embrace, neither having to say anything to each other. “Where’s

(Juliette) "He kept me safe, but he is terribly hurt, we must help him!" She struggles to get up, using her father to regain her balance, but she falls. She is weak, unable to do anything. Tears begin to slowly stain her cheeks.

“Really?”, the small fragile boy dashed out of his room, swung the front door open, and ran outside waiting for his mom to come and follow him. His frail feet crushed the freshly cut grass as he dashed quickly his car seat. Roxanne followed him and grabbed her purse and jackets for both of them. While Nicholas was buckling himself up in his car seat he yelled out.

Braeden took a moment to calm herself before entering the room. She counted five deep breaths through her mouth to avoid the hospital smell, and while it

And now it had all come crashing down. Smoke burned her lungs, but she didn't move, couldn't move.

Daniel quickly shot his head up and shook his head, his hands came down and grabbing her's as his eyes relocked with her's. “Listen, what I'm saying, it had nothing to do with that part of your past.” It has to do with out past, he wanted to tell her, it has to deal with our curse – The curse that can break.

The cement was slightly numbing as she exhaled a puff of smoke. She sighed as she looked down to the people below. They all had a life to carry out. Someone would care if they disappeared suddenly. She on the other hand would have people out of a job if she died.

Carol moves to the kitchen, busying herself with making lunch. Eva moves towards her father's office, greif written across her face. She opens the door, flinching at the familiar creaking of the door. She pushes down memories as she enters, sitting down at the big mahogany desk her dad used to work at. Tears overflowed from her eyes as she broke down. Thinking of the world she lost.

At the top of the stairs Anna held Ben in a long embrace, and they shared sadness together in a moment deep compassion. They hadn’t known Granny well, but by the time the parted and had navigated the hall, Ben had begun to find the perspective he

“Oh my God.” I mumbled, “I’ll get Alice.” I started heading in the direction of the stairs again, but my legs wouldn’t work right. My head had started pounding and my eyes felt a little heavy. I felt myself sway to the side, and then righted myself. Aztec put a hand on my shoulder.

She was so confused she didn’t notice that the burning in Her throat had stopped, that the pain in Her legs had stopped. She looked down and gasped— instead of Her throat being met with fire it was as if She was breathing air.

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. It made me feel as bad as Prompto, I didn’t realize I was that jumpy.

No answers, only an acrid stew of smoke, fog, and ash that singed his nose and bit his throat. He squinted to shield his eyes, but it didn’t spare them from the horror. This is bad, he thought. Really bad.

When being in a car with jj, Simon, Josh and Freya you get to hear and know story's about each other. For instance jj has had a dream of him going down on a girl that turned out to be josh in a wig.