Personal Narrative Fiction

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

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

“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

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.

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

I bite my bottom lip as I hiss, “Hmm, yes.” Shaun then gently inserted an ice cube into my soaked pussy. Immediately after placing the ice cube inside me, Shaun plunged his hard cock inside my cunt. The forcefulness mixed with the cold sensation caused me to jump as shivers ran through my body. “OH!” I screamed as I slowly rocked my hips back in place. Shaun with a firm grip on to my hips begins violently thrusting his cock in me. In and out over and over again, each thrust becoming harder than the last. The sensations of the ice freezing my cunt and the hot friction he is creating gives me a jolt of energy I never felt before. My pussy begins to tighten around his shaft as tingles of bliss swarm my twat. “Fuck yeah! More, please, fuck me

“No,” Steve thought as he shoved the small black box back into his dresser drawer. “Not tonight.” He pulled his suit coat on and strode to the elevator.

White walls. White walls and white clothed people, rushing in and out faster and more frequently than he was sure he was currently breathing. Cancer. He didn’t know where it started, or how it spread, or where to… but his whole body ached and he could barely keep his eyes open anymore. It wasn’t the cancer’s fault, they’d already removed the growth and were simply finishing with radiation, but the radiation was kicking his ass.

He sits beside the pool both feet in the cool water; the same place Oliver sat all those weeks ago. The scene is so similar to that day, ironically so, the weather, Elio's fretting. Is it really better to speak than to die? His mother thought so, he did to, but now he realizes his feelings don’t just affect him anymore. He pulls at the collar of his, no Oliver's shirt and breathes in the scent that is beginning to fade.

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.

It didn’t take long for the few memories I had left to fade. Soon, I fell into the rhythm of the house without questioning anything. The fuzz in my brain went slowly away, but I failed to remember the details of my past. Even what happened in the alley had disappeared from my head. But I lost interest in finding out, falling in to my new life easily.

River was shocked. No Vampire had ever asked for death. It was hard wired into their DNA to survive no matter what. It was how and why Saint Valentine had created them. They were created to survive anything war, disease, famine anything this world could throw at them. “Edmond, what about Andrew? You know he will perish without a Vampire to serve.”

“Yeah,” Julia said. “After this gum incident, Climber said he would keep an eye on Karl.”

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

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.