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?

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

I probably just seem like a normal, dumb teenager looking to draw you in with a made up story, just to get a rise. Just to get a few minutes of attention. But my purpose here isn't to make you want to read my story; honestly, I couldn't care less if you stop reading after this point because you think this is all made up stuff. But who the hell would make up something as elaborate as this? Actually, I take that back. A lot of people could fabricate a story like this, probably a better one to be honest. But there's no way I can convince you that I'm telling the truth. I just need to get this story out. So keep reading, or don't. I really don't care.

“Two things before we go any further: the fucks a plain of existence, and exactly how do YOU handle souls?” She stood up and started to walk to the middle of the street. “I really don’t feel like just explaining it to you so I’ll just show you.” When she arrived at the middle of the street, she stopped and turned to me. After a few seconds she put her right hand on her hip and in a sassy manner she said,” I can’t show you something that you can’t see, so get the fuck over here.” So I steadily pushed myself up with the help of the light pole I was against. When I was almost up, Torva gave out a bored sigh and snapped her fingers. I was then teleported right next to her, but I hadn’t let go of the light pole so I fell straight on my ass. Torva

“I wasn't going to let you die. For God's sake it was paint, that's no reason to kill yourself.” If he had any idea he wouldn't say that. “Come on, we need to get you to a hospital.”

Here I was. There she was. Staring at me. If looks could kill, nothing would be left of me but ashes...Black. Those clothes , swaying in the threatening breeze that swiped me in the face. Those hands, nails with shots of putrid blood, filling in the odd white cuts. Those eyes- the expressionless, lifeless, somewhat sinister eyes... entrancing my soul... coming closer, nearer with every wheezing breath that came out of me...

I watched as Judal looked around the dark room. The way he gently caressed the bed of stone. The way his hands would clench into fists as thoughts would run wildly through his mind. We watched him out of curiosity as to why he decided to come down to the palace dungeon in the first place. His gaze rested upon a certain treasure chest that sat in front of chains that were connected to the walls. His body wavered a bit not going unnoticed by any of us. Alibaba went over to his friend to make sure he was alright. "Judal...?" A whimpering sound could be heard from the magi as he muttered something. "Alibaba what is he saying?" I asked.

Molly, Jake and Ashley slowly walked around the Amazon rainforest, examining the wildlife. They were on a reasearch trip for their college biology class, and their group’s assignment was to take notes on the flora and fauna so they could write papers when they got back to the campus. As they walked, they pointed things out to each other, and Molly wrote all of their observations down into her notebook. They were so intent on their research that none of them noticed the class start moving in the opposite direction. Finally, when the sun started to set, Ashley spoke up.

Those words, he doesn't have a mother or skates. Such an innocent child lying to me was shocking. Echoes in my mind, I couldn't believe it. Asking for him I went crazy, I stressed out looking for him. Jerry was missing and we couldn't find him. My flight leaves in an hour and I'm still here waiting, searching for Jerry.

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.

There it was the semi-barrelling at us. Our tires skidded on the ice, smooth as glass and that's all it took.

I groaned as I felt a lips being pressed gently to my forehead. I turn slightly in the bed before pulling the pillow near me, closer. I soon felt myself falling back asleep.

Tossing and turning she felt as if someone was grabbing onto her. Her heart pounded faster and faster. Her mind rushed to the thought of dieing. She opened her eyes relieved that it was all over. It was only a dream right? Nothing to be worried about she thought. She tried to sit up but found that her arms and legs could not move, they had been strapped down to the bed. Her heart started to race again. She knew that she wasn't asleep anymore. This was real. She tried to scream but her throat was too sore, so all that came out was a little squeal. She tried to kick and free her arms from the straps but they were too tight to get loose. There was a small thump sound near the closet which startled her. Looking over to the dark corner of her room

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,

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