Personal Narrative: Your Own Idea

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

I will start this off with an introduction. I am Kelly Rose Keschner, an incoming sophomore in Highschool. I would say I get pretty good grades and try so hard in school to prove to myself and my peers that I am a very good student despite what has happened to me.

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

I go to the woods to calm down ,take a break from the drama. My dad used to take me to this special spot where these rocks split and you can stem to the top of them and sit down. For some reason the view and the feel is so peaceful. There's a dip in the rock perfect size for my body. I'll kick back and look up at the sky and sometimes, it’s rare though i’ll listen to music and sometimes fall asleep and when I wake up i'm refreshed and calm. Sometimes i'll stay there after i'm calm and just chill and sometimes if a friend comes over well sometimes go over there and we'll play around on the rocks and talk and after a little bit of hanging out we will go back inside and play my PS4 for a little bit and after the gaming we are still bored we

Like the beginning of every good soap opera, everything was normal in the beginning. I lived with my mom and it had just been us for my entire life. My mom had began to see a man. As it turns out, this man would take our happy and simple world and flip it upside down.

I always wanted an all-terrain mountain bike. That finally happened when me and my family went shopping at Walmart for a new bicycle because recently I learned how to ride a bike with two wheels. Due to my practice behind the handles my parents thought since that it was summer and I needed the physical exercise, that I should get a bike. Also that I couldn’t ride my original small dirt bicycle. It was a jolly experience on a large bike for the first time.

Well, I can’t say that I am not scared. I mean…I am kind of standing beside my shed looking for someone. Let’s see, what can I do to get this off my mind for a few minutes? I am not really thinking straight right now, but I will keep thinking. Suddenly I hear a twig snap, and just like any “ brave” boy would, I go and investigate. I turn my flashlight on to get a better view of the tree rubble. I don’t see anything so I turn to leave and come face to face with a masked man. Out of nowhere he pushes me to the ground and sprints off. When I look around, I see that the ground is littered with broken glass, but I think nothing of it. For some reason when I stand up I feel a whole lot shorter and surprisingly itchy. I do one quick glance

It all started on January 1st, 1735. The day when I, was born. I woke up to my mother waking me up for school. I instantly dressed and made my way towards the school. When I arrived I went to my first class. After my class ended it was lunch time. My mom packed me my favorite food as usual and I swallowed it all like a pill. After lunch we had recess. I loved to climb the monkey bars like a monkey. After recess school ended and it was time to go home. After the long walk I finally arrived at my house. I did my homework and I ate a delicious dinner with my family. After that I would read a book in bed while my eyes slowly shut. That was my everyday life. Little did I know that soon my life would change. I will soon to be known as a Midnight

Thump! I jolted straight up shocked at what had just happened I thought it was just a dream. Realizing this was actually happening to me. There right in front of me was my new neighborhood it was all happening so fast. My older sister, my younger sister, my mom, and I were all in the car on the way to the new house. There it was right in front of us seeable to the naked eye, the new house.

I went to Fordham Preparatory School a private, Jesuit, all-male high school located in the Bronx, New York City. My school has many aspects that make me like and dislike it. I had to wear a suit jacket, tie, and dress pants as my uniform which I did not like. Not being able to choose what I wanted to wear was frustrating and I felt very restricted. I also felt part of a set wearing the same clothes as everyone else. I am very glad that I am able to wear what I wish in college.

I woke up to the rythmic sound of the rain pattering on the roof. I stretched my aching limbs across my bed to see what time it was. “7:oo” the clock read. Annoyed that I had woke up so early on a Saturday, I burrowed back into my covers and squeezed my eyes shut. I laid there for a while like that, waiting to be lulled back by the crying winds into my sweet dreams. My breath was stifled by the heavy, humid air. Tiny water molecules collected into a thin coat on my face, begging me to wipe them away. I let them sit there, hoping that if I stayed still enough, my body would sink into sleep. I wanted to stay there as long as I could.

It’s too early to do anything to your full capacity, I think as I board my morning train for my commute to the city. As I sit down on one of the dingy, dark blue, mildly nauseating seats, I glance around at my companions for the hour. One middle-aged businessman who is entirely too full of himself, one tired mother with a sleeping baby, and her.

We just finished looking at the house. I was bored, since we do this all the time. It was hot outside, and I didn’t really like the way the house looked. It was something different, the home was painted in a variety of bright colors which went together well. I wanted to go home and do something else but I was stuck with my parents. I felt like we were running miles non-stop, with no end point, since my parents search for a home all the time! My parents had a looked at each other like I had never seen before.