Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

A'nari hurry up the show is about to start. Me and my bestfriend Jehlani run to our seats in the croweded arena. Soon as we get to our ring side seats the pyro to start raw goes off. We cheer loud and more pyro goes off. We sit in the arena and watch Raw and it is fantastic. After the show is over we leave the arena and walk the busy streets of The Bronx.

For the longest time all I remember was drifting. The sea water seeping through my clothes making me numb to the bone. Floating along the world’s ocean for what seemed several days. I recall fighting against the ocean current, trying to pull myself towards some sort of island but the current just pulled me out more into the unknown. The darkness started to creep over the ocean until it was complete darkness. So tired, holding on to a broken piece of driftwood as the freezing cold night went by I closed my eyes trying to find some sense of peace. All I thought about was the drifting… Until at some point, the drifting stopped.

It was september 3 when it happen. I finally had the strength to introduce my whole family the person I wanted for my life. I already knew how everything was going to be, i’ll introduce him as my partner and they are going to act nice with him but when i'm alone with a family member they would tell me “why him?” or “you could do better”. Why did I pick him and not someone else? how come I had lasted so long with him to be able to introduce him to my family, could I do better?

I remember it like it was yesterday, the bright florescent lights that were suspended above the large gymnasium. The big blue mats that molded under my feet, the cloud of chalk that formed after every clap. Today was definitely competition day. Everyone would be there parents, teachers, family, friends, and even coaches that wanted you to be on their team. They sat crammed together like a pack of sardines watching and anticipating. All waiting for their child to have their shot at fame, to have their shot under the spotlight.

He went over and stood next to her for a few seconds caressing her body gently and staring deeply into her scared eyes. With an evil smile, he walked around her restrained body dragging his fingers anywhere he pleased. When he got behind her, he pressed his already swollen cock against her ass, pulling her tight by grabbing and using her oversized breasts as leverage. She was aware that he was able to do whatever he pleased to her body and therefore just stood paralyzed like a sex mannequin. He unbuckled the large padded gag that covered her entire lower jaw. Dropping the buckles, the room full of men expected the gag to fall to the floor, but instead it remained on her face. Walking around to face her, he pulled on the mask slowly. As he pulled, a large shaft that was attached to the gag exited her mouth. He

Everyone has a certain story that they want people to remember forever. Our families have had stories that have been passed down from generation to generation. All of the stories have different morals at the end of them: either the person learned a lesson at the end of it or there could have been a coming-of-age, or whatever the case may be. My story was one of disappointment and good luck.

I could feel my palms getting slick with sweat as the anticipation was building. Each teammate was looking at each other as each second seemed to take longer than the next. All of us waiting on baited breathe. Could the long brown hair girl wearing glasses really go all the way? She had been brazen enough to demand the impossible when she stepped up to the plate. In my head, I was trying to imagine what the hardest word could be. Glancing at the other team sitting on the other side of the invisible bear called a walkway, I could tell they were also trying to predict what the word would be and if this moment would provide a victory at our miscalculated error. Just as it seemed the tension reached it thickest point, Ms. M finally said the word

The vibrant hue of the shoes stood out against the grime in the woman’s ebony hair. Her head rested atop the coral loafers and her back was to the bustling city.

Oh gods, he was gorgeous. A precious innocent, with soft, pale skin and chestnut hair that he'd attempted to cut, but would only grow back a few weeks later, covering his wide, calm eyes. I think eh would notice me in those early days, on his walks from school, I think he could feel me there. Always watching but never acting upon him. He shrugged it off as strange paranoia, but he never formerly tried to see what the exact issue was. I didn't want him to, either. He was just about fifteen, and lived in a quaint little place with his mother and little sister. I could stare at him as he slept in those small hours of the morning, watching his skin turn a shade of cerulean in the darkness of the room, and hearing that calming

I didn’t realize how lucky I was to have her until she wasn’t there anymore.

I had just started to follow Ashlynn when the woman that Ashlynn had stolen the glasses from sent up a cry of alarm.

After she left my room, I crawled into my taffy bed and began to think about my important mission as I licked my blanket. Trying to defeat a giant was definitely a scary thought, but I didn’t want to let them down, so I knew I had to be brave. Shortly after, I drifted off to sleep.

Of course, Jessica knew everything about Jordan already, she finds out everything about everyone. I feel bad for Jordan, other people know more about her than she probably knows about herself.

It was silent, everything within our universe was still, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I was granted my one wish after I died, to have a conversation with the world. Suddenly a table appeared in front of me, causing me to jump backwards in surprise. And that’s when he walked up, a man with slicked back ginger hair and green eyes, a black dress shirt covered his torso with a pair of jeans to go with it. He smiled small at me before motioning to the table, running a hand through his hair. I gently pulled the chair out to sit myself down, watching his every move as he himself sat down. “So Ms. Cadence, you wanted to ask me a few questions?” The air felt thicker as I nodded, a weak smile playing on my lips. “Cadence speak up,

We were stuck on the swings at Hershey Park and everyone was beginning to complain. There was a middle-aged woman with her two kids who were starting to pick on each other. The woman’s youngest child was a six-year-old boy with orange hair and freckles that covered his nose and cheeks. He wore black glasses and had blue eyes. His older brother, who was fifteen, had blonde hair just like his mother’s but he resembled his younger brother in a way that he had the same freckles and the same color eyes.