Personal Narrative Short Story

One day I was on my way home from basketball. My dad had told me that my mom had taken my grandpa to the hospital. She had taken him because he was having bad stomach problems. No one really thought a thing big of it.

A little over two years ago, I finally saved up enough money from working part-time to afford a new computer. Before that, I had the computer my parents got me for my 16th birthday, which was around 3 years old then. The computer they got me wasn’t the best, but of course it was better than nothing and got the job done. I’m definitely very appreciative of that. Now, the computer I got myself I didn’t personally build, but I used a website called CyberpowerPC to choose all of the hardware and pre-installed software myself. I was still fairly new to that sort of thing then, so I had to use Google a lot to research all of the different hardware options: what they meant, what the differences were, and so on. The parts I chose

He sighed. “But I should warn you: if you decide to keep this up, I’ll be forced to kill all three of you.”

“No, I can’t. I won’t!” I was on the verge of tears. I knew I didn’t have much time left, but I had to do something.

Running off the field I swoop up my girl, Daisy Windsor, who was cheering for me on the sidelines. We had just won our last football game of the season against the Mare Island Marines. I started thinking what my life wouldve been like if I continued on with the military field after I graduated. I couldve been one of those marines on the field. I shake the thought and focus on the beautiful girl in front of me in her cute little uniform. "Congrats Mr. Exeter," She smirked. I grabbed her hand and kissed the ring on her finger. "Thank you Mrs. soon-to-be Exeter." I met Daisy soon after I started college. We ran into eachother, literally, on the way to class on the first day. She dropped all her books on the floor  and immediately dropped down to

Malia gasped for breath as Dominic wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Her hands coming up to grip hold of his hands as if afraid they would leave her at any moment. And loosing him now meant loosing her ability to breath. He was like air, forcablly filling her lungs and pushing life back into her shaking body. It was his fault she was feeling this, but he was the reason she felt strong enough to face it all.

I didn’t know how to grow up. No one was there to tell me what I should say and, more importantly, what I shouldn’t say to others.

They ask me to write down my race, And I think and I think, I am so much more than that. I am the pounding rain in a thunderstorm The stunning sight of fireworks I can bring peace and joy Or fear and annoyance

The car slowed, and the road was empty. Moving into the emergency lane, I turned the hazard lights on and the car off. There was an empty gas can in the back and sneakers. I locked the door and began to walk down I-20. I had gotten off work at lunch to be at home over labor day weekend. It was now two o’clock, and I was in the middle of upstate Louisiana. The sign said the next exit was a mile and a half away. Though it was almost fall, it was still very hot, per usual down here. My immunity to the eighty five degree weather had already worn off. I threw my jacket behind my back and kept walking.

I spent the days reading and sleeping and doing homework. It was about as exciting as the Republican National Convention, well, the homework anyway. The books were the most interesting part, but you can’t spend all of your time reading books, right? Anyways, after quite a bit of thinking and debating with myself, I came to the completely logical conclusion that the best way to alleviate my boredom would be to make bread, because the best thing to do when you are bored is obviously to do something that involves a lot of sitting around and doing nothing.

Peru is a beautiful place to visit. Several years ago, my dad was deported back to Peru, his home country. A few years ago my sister and I wanted to go and visit him in Peru. Well, on the day we had left to the airport around five in the morning, we never thought that we would be able to see him. When my sister and I got to the airport, we checked in and cleared all the security. Soon after, we said our goodbyes to our parents and we boarded the plane. The excitement was uncontainable, as if we were little kids going to a theme park. We never thought we would actually be able to go and see him in another country. A few minutes later, we were on the runway awaiting the clearance for takeoff. The thrust from the plane’s jets were incredible, like driving for the first time.¬¬

I open my eyes at the sound of someone’s voice. I know that voice-- it’s…

I grew up in the mid nineties on the West Coast along the shores of Oregon. There were many nights of the seeming endless summer where my cousins, siblings and I would spin tales of great horror and gore. Tales of stumbling corpses coming back to avenge their deaths; deals with the devil where the soulless few would meet the worst death’s imaged, conjured up by six preteen minds.

I couldn’t believe Bub woke me up. I couldn’t believe Bub woke me up. Oopsie daisy sorry, I just woke up. He asked me help set up the party, for his OWN birthday. I couldn’t believe he had to set up his own birthday on the day it was. He was on his phone texting our cousin, george. “Howwww Niceeee!” He said, when he got a text! “You know what's nice...MY DREAM you interrupted!” He told me he was going to tug me out of bed. He was not kidding, he actually dragged me through the house, all the way outside. He grabbed a bunch-o-balloon party pack, and started blowing them up. I popped “em” with my tacs.”Good practice for my right arm.” I said sarcastically. I got up because I was bored.I started to wonder off. Bub grabbed me before I could do anything though. I asked him if we could play ”bolleyball.”

I could see the dark mountains in the distance, as the bus raced down the road. “This will be fun April. Just because your brother fell once doesn’t mean you will.” Dad, who was sitting there quietly beside me, said to me. Mom was looking out the window, not paying much attention. We were on vacation in Colorado, and my parents talked into going white water rafting, the last thing I wanted to do.