Personal Narrative-Fiction

CHAPTER 4 Memorial Day weekend was over, and Mr. Cassidy knew there would be many cans and bottles strewn along the riverbank. After breakfast, using his truck he went to collect them. “I’ll pick up a load today and finish tomorrow,” driving down to the riverbank,” he said. When he arrived at the riverbank, he noticed he was the only one in the parking lot. Using large trash bags, he filled it with cans and soon filled the back of the truck. Looking around before he went to the center to decide if he needed to bring the truck the next. While going down the pathway, he noticed a man’s shoe under the brush. Upon checking, he discovered a man’s body, fully clothed. Thinking someone may have hurt him, or he was sick, Ernest crawled under the brush.

"There are no constraints on the human mind, no walls around the human spirit, no barriers to our progress except those we ourselves erect." -anonymous.

Billy Joe, fresh out of the barn, completed his task of rigorously milking his cows. All the cow stench made Billy Joe begin to to feel the boiling sensation of hunger. In that instant, Tanner grabbed a beer and decided to go to the town gas station. Before he hopped into his rusty, red pickup. Mary-Sue Lorelei, Billy Joe’s cousin, came out of the barn, yelling and asking if she could come along, Tanner agreed. Traveling along the dusty, dirt road, Billy Joe was listening to his favorite song: “Big Green Tractor”. When they arrived at the gas station, Billy Joe had already gulped down a case of beer, and the bottles were stacked like a mountain by his feet. Joe walked into the store, mind set on doritos. As soon as Tanner picked up the bag,

There was dust spread through the air after the boulder slammed to the dirt in the yard. The man who dropped the boulder from his crane like vehicle bolted out of the vehicle making sure everyone was ok. Thank God, everyone was fine. The man put his thick grey jacket over his flashing yellow vest. He took off his bright orange helmet, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He yelled out to his employee’s “Call it a day folks. Everyone go home to your friends, and family!”. Some of his employees, sprinted for their cars. Other stayed back talked to the man who dropped the bolder, James. James, after everyone, left went to his car, and unlaced his old, sweaty, tanish looking sketcher boots, and put them in the trunk of his Toyota Camry. He

“Crazy Bubba decided to take his dog for a midnight walk all right, but what Bubba didn’t know,” Victor, explains expresses amusement he looks at Bubba and then continues. “Is that the place he decided to walk his dog was full of coyotes.” Screaming and doubling over with laughter. “They chased his black ass right out of the park, right out onto Franklin Boulevard, where he almost got hit by a car.”

“Remember to watch your sister!” Mom called out as she headed off to the clothes department.

Bill nodded his head “that's me”. People were screaming and bill grabbed the paddle with authority, they quickly rowed away as greg watched the huge boat sink. Bill took off his damp jacket and laid it on greg just before he fell asleep. Morning came quicker than ever and to their surprise bill still had it in him, they woke up to coconuts, crab, and some fresh berries. “Good morning boys im bill russe- “Oh we know mr. russell, it's an honor.” “Thank you boys”. “But we should get set up here”, bill suggested. “I'm on shelter” rodrick said with a big voice, “I will get fire supplies” greg said cheerfully. It was understood bill would get the food. Bill used his height to simply pick fruits off the trees. Roderick looked for big sticks, and big leaves and straw to fill in the gaps. Greg used a survival pouch he found with a lighter and he got some sticks too. Night was growing and the boys were at the shelter with a blazing fire and enough food to choke a horse. They all gathered around and bill told stories about his days in the nba and greg told him all about his family. After bill and the heffleys told stories bill had a thought he dashed over and hung a rim on the side of a tree he took a coconut and splash bill took made a shot from so far out they couldn't believe

My parent later in life told me I would always try to stick my fingers through the chicken wire to pet the chickens. The chickens probably would have taught my little chubby fingers as worms, and probably would have pecked at them. This was probably why it was dangerous for me to stick my fingers in the chicken wire. Also, they said whenever a chicken would come towards my fingers, I would shriek and laugh and that normally scared the chickens away. Now, thinking about this. I never did get to pet the chickens, but I did get to feed them watermelon. This I do remember. It was an afternoon right before the sunset. My dad had just cut up a watermelon for us kids. That's when he realized that the watermelon wasn't any good to eat. Instead, he gathered us little kids up, my 2 sisters and I, and took us outside to feed the chickens this bad watermelon. It was chilly. This had to be around October because of the early darkest and chilly afternoons. Thank goodness I had my coat on. It was purple, my sisters were pink and black.

It was a midnight fall day and the wolves were howling, pigs squealing , cows mooing, and chickens clucking. I had just got home from work and immediately took a shower and got something to eat. I went to bed after I ate. I was still hungry and then I went downstairs to get a snack and my hallway and kitchen light was flickering and it sounded like the studs in my walls were moving as if there was wind pushing them. I had checked all of the rooms for open windows but none of them were open, I checked doors and the air conditioning unit next. There was no cause why the studs in the wall were moving. I had ignored this and got some chips and carried on back to my room. I had fallen asleep and had a bad dream about a bear eating me alive and then I woke up.

Crystal flicked her ear as she finished catching a fish. She stretched her paws as she thought about what it would be like to be in a Clan. Crystal padded off to her den, which was a small-unused badger cave right beside the foot of a tree. She carefully ate her fish; she tried her best to be quiet. Crystal did not want FeatherClan to hear, scent, or notice her. If they did, Crystal shook with fear as she thought. They would probably cave in my home, and then throw me out. . Then I would have nowhere to go. I would be homeless. I would have to sleep underneath trees and travel continuously. . She sighed before curling up in her underground cave. She continued to eat her fish. When she finished she groomed her pelt and went to sleep.

Two weeks passed and it happened again. I was on a walk with my dog but when I got home I saw something under the rug. My dog was going crazy running after it, but it was to quick. I finally caught my dog so he would stop going crazy. I saw the thing under the rug one last time. I couldn't caught it. Two weeks passed and it happened again. While I was vacuuming my carpet it appeared under the carpet and every time I tried to vacuum it up but it would disappear. Two weeks passed and it happened again, I saw it under the carper it one last time I kept on getting closer and closer it wasn’t moving I grabbed it and started to move out from under the carpet… It jumped out and bit my arm it was my hamster I lost 5 years ago and it has been living

“You should really try that cologne I got you. Your gasoline musk is a delight, but it’s been bleeding into the furniture,” Leila giggled at her own teasing, “I’m starting to wonder if you’ve been bringing your work back here with you.” She was always trying to joke when she thought Mack was becoming upset, and his frequent hair ruffling had not gone unnoticed. Leila was the personification of cider, warm and bubbly, but despite the good nature he loved about her, or rather, all of the women Mack tried to make himself fall in love with, she too would not understand his plight. He smiled carefully and his stress habit was about to be repeated before he dropped his hand onto the empty couch cushion beside him. It had begun to smell like a car

“Not really. I’ve been working on cleaning up the flower beds. Mr. Greenhut said the house would be ready in about four or five days.”

go, please let me go!” The thing cut into her ankles. Tight bands held her legs firmly together at knee and hip.

I blinked, and the world slid into focus. My aunt stood beside the bed wearing a big dark sweater and a very serious face. What? That couldn't be. My aunt lived halfway across the world. We'd skyped last night. How could she be here? As these thoughts rushed through my mind, I noticed the room. It was my room, but the furniture wasn't the same. The bed wasn't in the same place. My dollhouse stood in the corner, the dollhouse that we'd got rid of years ago.