Personal Narrative Story Short Story

There were several sharp, bright exterior images of the ranch home. It had a covered porch and a huge front yard, and a big backyard with a shade tree, and an extra-large deck, and storage sheds, all surrounded by mature trees.

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.

For the little girl's room, we imagined what my young niece would like. I found a twin bed off of a used furniture app for only $20! We sanded it down, threw on some chalk paint, and

It is the kind of home neighbors would try to stay away from because of. The things that have happened there . The interior of the home would be laid out like a puzzle. Everyone one wound have their own bedroom and wound also have guest bedrooms. The dining room would have a large table with candles lit .The

I still remember the inside as clear as I see the clouds gliding across the blue sky: blue carpet in the living room, small hallway, and two bedrooms. The kitchen was decent, but it had three large spindle wood pieces in an arch on a small wall next to the entrance of the kitchen offset of the living room (I assume it was because the place was built in the 1970’s). Old, dingy tiles as the backsplash and counter surface. Wood and more wood cabinets, enough for a considerable amount of storage space for a single mother and her two sons. An okay fridge, of course, a gas-burning stove, and dishwasher. Then it all led out to a 10′ by 40′ backyard (not even sure if those are the measurements anymore) and this small patio with an awning and side area where we put our trash cans until garbage

There were clear, bright images of the brick ranch home. It had a nice sized front yard with manicured landscaping and a one car attached garage. There was a large fenced backyard with a deck and a shade tree.

My name was announced over the loud speaker “Gary Winthrop now up to bat.” I stepped into the box and took a practice swing. I starred the pitcher right in the eyes tempting him to throw me the ball. He wound up and threw me a slow curve ball that felt like it was hanging in the air forever. I took one step and took a smooth swing. The ball popped off my bat like a rocket and flew over the fence to score the winning run. All 50,000 fans in the stands went crazy. I heard my alarm clock go off, dang it was just a dream. I really didn't feel like going to school.

Emma sauntered into the kitchen, poured round glasses of iced lemonades, and pulled a tray out from a cupboard. The place was wide. From the front door, the right wing branched out into a large kitchen with a long hallway entrance next to it. I assumed the hallway held the bedrooms. The entire place was a combination of bright orange and yellow wooden frames. The normal décor was thrown off by the axes, swords, and even machetes marking the surfaces at even intervals.

The exterior images showed a lovely home with a covered porch and a long driveway that lead to the one car carport. The huge walled backyard had a big covered patio and a sports court.

There were many bright images of the interior. There was a generous sized carpeted living and family rooms with a brick wood burning fireplace. The roomy eat-in kitchen had plenty of cabinetry, a good amount of counter space that included a breakfast bar, and a stove and dishwasher and a slider that gave access to the deck. There were two full sized bathrooms with one having double sinks and three spacious bedrooms with carpet and wood flooring, and closets. Overall, the home appeared to be functional and in very good condition.

Those two rooms were just like ordinary hotel rooms that adjoined to another huge room. This room had an awesome view, an eight person table, a bathroom, a bar, a couch, and a huge television! Also the couch was a pull-out so two other people had beds. I sure thought that there were a lot of places where people could sleep.

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

There were clear exterior images of the ranch home with a one car attached garage and nice sized front and size yards with manicured landscaping. There was a huge backyard with a two-car detached garage. Another image showed the back of the large sunroom.

It was a warm summer day with good air, most kids were out riding their bikes, scooters, etc. or running around, playing tag, yet I was huddled inside, reading a good book. The sun was shining bright, yet the clouds were blocking it, acting like the filter in a juice machine, separating the good stuff from the bad stuff. The clouds let the light come in just enough so it can light up everything, but not enough to make you sweat when not doing draining activities. This made it the perfect weather to play outside (that’s why so many other kids were scootering, biking, etc.), I was gripped in the midst of my book waiting for it to go on, so I didn’t follow the other kids’ lead and go out and play. Finally, my mom got enough of me cooped up in

A balcony sits to the north, overlooking what’s left of the city beyond it. Huge, triangular windows look out towards the golden fields and trees to the south, allowing the sun to light up the entire house with the warm, glistening rays of sunshine. The kitchen windows