Personal Narrative Fiction

“And you can prove this?” Cary challenged. “That’s what you, Cassidy, and Phillip were trying to do down at the town hall?”

Pulling into the parking lot, Andrew recognized the white BMW parked near the tall, oak tree and parked beside it. Shaking his head, he whispered, “I am in no mood to put up with Linda Gunderman’s foolishness this morning, and she had better not start.” Perhaps, I am wrong. He thought as he tried to justify his behavior during the past few months. After locking the silver Mercedes, he crossed the parking lot, swinging the keys in his hand. Entering the pharmacy, Andrew saw an elderly woman standing in line with her seven-year-old old grandson, Billy, she screamed, “Billy, stand still and stop fidgeting around until I get my

The blood dripped down his arms, the scars on his arms reminded Phil that nothing can go away without time or patience. But did phil really believe he had time or patience? No he didn't, like any teenage kid that gets called names and picked on never believes in anything good. Then suddenly BANG! He was not oblivious to the noise he could hear the noise of his mother's hand smashing on the bathroom door. But no, phil could only block out the noise that echoed through his mind then abruptly

“Oh my lord thank you!” Abigail exclaimed. They were both so happy and relieved that everything had worked out. “We did it Mike, we believed and it happened!”

Gemma's expression turned grave. "Well...I don't know that it is or not,” she said, clearing her throat, “but I thought I should release it."

This guilt became even more pronounced when others confirmed her fears. “He could die/ any time because of her/ Because they said so…” (DeWitt, lines 5-7). Her father, a mortal man, almost died while carrying a playhouse for his daughter. She feels relief in the fact that his heart still beats, but she still wonders about what could have been.

“So, what might be this object you have misplaced? ” The young man listened attentively as Madame Loisel explained her predicament and provided a brief description of the necklace. “I see,” replied the pawnbroker, “well, it seems as if you are very troubled right now, but what if I was to inform you that I currently hold a diamond necklace that is similar to the one you are describing?” Madame Loisel perked up at the sound of what he suggested, immediately

Before he opened the door to the ritual room he turned toward Andrew and told him. “And I see that fire in her Mother’s eyes.”

The wind howled through the window, threatening to break it in with every gust. The girl sat all alone in a dark room, huddling her legs, gazing out the window, waiting for the storm to pass. If anyone had walked into the room at that moment they would have noticed the girl, who looked around 12 years old, her messy, brown hair clearly hadn’t been washed or brushed in several days. They would have noticed the tattered clothes she was wearing, the dirt covering her skin, her stick skinny limbs which showed how little she ate and the bruises that looked a few days old all over her tiny body including one near her left eye making it difficult for her to see. And, if someone had cared enough, they would have noticed the look of pure fear and exhaustion in her eyes and seen the tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it. I didn’t think it was that bad,”

My breathing stops. My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I take a step up the stairs and align myself to the right of the railing. I pull the knife closer to my chest getting ready to stab the person coming up. I can see the shadow of the person coming up the stairs my body tense, ready to attack. The shadow turns into an outline, then into a man. I count the seconds in my head, closing my eyes, I feel a man's presence. I open my eyes ready to face whatever danger lies until I see a familiar face.

“Yes, but not unless we are dead first, then we can’t do shit” Samuel says, picking up our bow and arrows that we have made.

“Only Beaudelet remained behind, tinkering at his boat, and Mariequita walked away with her basket of shrimps, casting a look of childish ill-humor and reproach at Robert from the corner of her eye.”

Replacing his grandfather’s watch with the small plastic case which held his game lenses, Phillip readied himself once more with the hammer in his hand. He then took a deep breath and repeated his countdown. “One, two… three,” he said, and then summed up the courage to shatter one of his favorite possessions. But, once again, the hammer remained, held high above him as if prevented from coming down by some

“Not making any sense, I asked him where they both were and I rushed down to the park as fast as humanly possible. Once I got there, I found Phillip still unconscious and Russell half in shock, half rambling