Personal Narrative Story : A Short Story

Some fifteen years ago, Jhin Wayne, his wife, and son were walking home from a movie and chatting about how would the ending be if the protagonist pressed the wrong button. Suddenly, a deep voice from the dark broke the joyful atmosphere, “Good evening.” “W-What is this?” Jhin questioned. “A stickup, buddy!” A tall and brawny man appeared behind the green trash container and limped toward them. “I will take that necklace you are wearing, lady!” He stretched out his hand and tried to reach

I have a scar on my right hand. It is just under my thumb on the backside of my hand. It is a thin, pale mark, roughly an inch long. How did it get there? Well, I’m glad you asked. It is an epic tale, not meant for the faint of heart. It conveys the utmost bravery on my part, more heroic than King Arthur’s knights! If you so insist, I shall recount the tale. It was October 3rd, 1996, exactly 373 days ago today. It was a warm Autumn day, the leaves that decorated the trees had just begun to morph

After a long day's work, you just want to go home and rest. Take off your shoes, kick back in your recliner, make some popcorn, and watch some TV. It was late at night, and John was just getting home from work. He thought it would just be a normal night where he watched his favorite shows, and eat so much until he knocked out of the couch, but that wasn’t the case. When John got home, things seemed a little unusual. From the outside of his house, he could see it was completely dark, which was weird

It was cold snowy day at the jones house. It was as cold as the ice on northern sea. It was very windy and a huge blizzard began to happen. The temperature felt as if we were standing outside in Antarctica. A few kids that were outside building miniature snowmans. It felt like a winter wonderland to them. Later they started heading inside to stay warm and safe from the storm. “Michael get in here!” Michaels mom shouted as she was covering herself to keep warm as a stove.”Coming!” he shouted back

“Mom, please! don’t leave me here!” I squealed as I held her arm with an iron grip. “Let go. I have to go to work today,” she said as she tried to move while I clenched her arm as I hard as I could. I just did not want to go on the treacherous, black, and springy trampolines. I was very anxious about hurting myself badly on the trampolines. “Is Aadit Janu here today?” Ryan our instructor said in a booming voice as he checked of names on his clipboard. “Go! Ryan is calling your name,” My mom said

I can’t recall the exact day, all I can remember is the pain from embarrassment. I was the first guy to ever be beaten by a girl. In my defense, her brothers held me down but that made the story less “Breaking News”. In the early morning, Susan asked me if we could trade lunches and I agreed. I totally agreed, of course, I had a crush on her. It was one of those crushes where everyone knew except for her. I never admitted it because admitting you like a girl in the first grade is considered “totally

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

“I will catch you, even if it takes forever,” screamed Jax. The louder I screamed, the more Blair chuckled. It was like he didn’t even care that Mikki’s life was on the line. Soon I caught up to them. I was so difficult, but I did it. I reached my boney arms to reached for her. I felt her arm slightly, when i jerked her back into my arms. Once she noticed that she was back into my arms, she sighed in relief. Not long after Blair noticed that he was empty handed. He turned around and started running

“You Were in a What?” Bang! Clash! “Mae, where did you put my rain boots?” “I never touched them!” replied my sister. “I cannot find my yoga mat,” my mom announced, frantically rummaging through the boxes of junk in our garage. There was no telling what was in there! Basketballs, lawn equipment, sidewalk chalk, bikes and more were strewn across the floor. Someone could easily twist an ankle in there. “I think it’s time we cleaned out our garage,” mom said with a sigh, “if not, we’ll never find

Lub-dub, lub-dub. My heart raced, I stood on the edge of the stairs. I waited, listened, and then stepped down slowly. My grip tenacious on the basket, my eyes flickering, I searched for movements. Now, I had to run into the room, put my five quarters in, put our clothes in, shut the cover, and race back up to our apartment. I had to be careful. I didn’t want to interrupt a gang meeting in the dark and cold basement of our apartment’s laundry room. This was Saturday morning. Back at home, there