Personal Narrative Fiction

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

The dark wolf looked up from his coffee, his mind snapping back into reality. The warmth of the paper cup felt soothing upon his paw like hands. His thoughts had drifted elsewhere from the conversation thinking about alternative realities in contrast to the one he lived in.

After several rings, the phone is answered in the master suite of Mr. and Mrs. Malcolm DeWitt.

“Oh, look!” squealed Raven, pointing over in a direction of what looked like a hair salon. “There’s a hair dying booth! I think you should get a red streak.” Unsure, I patted down my bob of brown concisiously. Hair dying? I wasn’t sure Dad would appreciate that. Is this what Raven meant by “shopping?” Completely changing my look around just for her? What was I, not good enough for her? ”I dunno,” I said, “I kinda like my hair now...” Raven rolled her eyes and swatted me gently. “Oh, shut up, Elle. Don’t you want to fit in with ME and my pals? Plus, your hair style is soo immature right now. You look like some kind of girl who does charity work and babysits.” I bite one of my nails. “Um. Okay. Yeah, I guess I’ll get one.” I begin shifting around

"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.

I see my life flash before my eyes as i plummet down to the boundless ocean, but as i just about hit i feel something sharp grabbing me. i start moving farther and farther away from my certain death.

“Hello. It is very nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from your daddy,” Anne whispered. She felt like she was dealing with a frightened animal. One loud noise and she would scamper away.

As I sat aimlessly rubbing my hands together, the walls trembled; taking in air sharply when I hear the reverberation. The sweat on my forehead drips off like an IV bag at the hospital.

Sky and asked. “How do you mean he is peculiar?” Edmond smiled. “Andrew believes in Fay magic, crystals, ruins stuff like that. I am always seeing him doing some kind of chant or magic with crystals and poems. When I told him of our situation he said he can help you get through this.” Sky looked sorrowful at Edmond and whispered. “Let’s hope so.” He could feel her fear and he hated it.

To be honest, I feel like I’m being surveyed by this clerk; he’s just sitting watching my every move as I maneuver around the store. I mean, I know I’m probably offending some people at this store by my attire-- blue and white strapless bikini outfit and shoeless-- because the customers, but mostly the clerk, are not inspecting me. But oh well… I mean me and my girlfriends just came from the beach and we forgot our other changing outfits at home so I hope they’ll let it slide for them and me. As I was walking the aisle the, looking for something to snack and drink on, my other two companions was just sort of just joking and playing around in the store messing and harassing people under their whispers of insult. Then my tall, skinny friend,

I had been sitting perfectly still for what felt like hours, too scared to move or call out for fear of what may answer my call. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I was worried it was echoing through the room. I knew that there was someone in the cell next to me but she hadn’t woken up yet and I was beginning to worry that she might be dead.

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.

Jon had looked at Spike rather strangely when the dragon introduced himself. With a polite chuckle, he said, "In a manner of speaking... I'm the author." Of many things, including the dragon standing before him. However, Spike was quite a bit taller than he had envisioned in his detailed writings of Ponyville. It was the first blight on his otherwise perfect rendering of the town.

Conrad heard the panic in Claire’s voice. “No, he’s not going alone. He’s just going over the details of a mission that we have lined up for after you get out of here.”

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.