Short Story Of Nyame: A Narrative Fiction

Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.

As she walks through the door after a long and exhausting day, Monee King is greeted with “Hey Mom!”, from her 4 beautiful teenage girls. She cooks an amazing dinner after cooking for others all day. They sit at the kitchen table and bow their heads in prayer. After a quiet “Amen” the table erupts in stories about each of the young girl's day. She listens and laughs while thinking “This wasn't easy but it was worth it”

She understood it had to be him at once. She obeyed his order, trying hard to breathe, allowing him to get a hold of the duffel bag.

She told him that he received his smile from her.

When they staggered away, she put the shotgun to her shoulder. “He started a whole damn movement, huh?”

I then heard a woman's voice echo through the room. “I see you have made it through my tasks.” She gave an amused chuckle and continued. “You have earned your reward, I will grant you one wish.” I knew instantly what I wanted. “Bring Azes back! Come on what are you waiting for!” She growled then shrieked. “You think you can fool me! Very well you may have the boy back but you will pay the price for attempting to fool me.”

When she turned to you the door disappeared, she gave a soft smile when her eyes focused.

Sighing, the new barmaid kept walking until she got to the tavern. She pushed the door and entered. The poor girl stood there awkwardly earning a few glances from the clients as looked down and approached the counter. Immediately, a man, presumably in his forties, came from behind the bar and stood in front of the shy young

Strangely, it seemed like God was saying, “You should be going there.” I didn’t see how I could do that. I had no money and I had to take care of the mission in Brockton. After the meeting, I went to get a drink of water and ran into a woman named Mrs. Rose. I didn’t know anything about her except for her name. She told me, “I have been watching you, and I really feel like you should be going to Nyack.” I then confessed to her my situation. She then said, “If God shows you clearly that you should be going to Nyack, I want you to know the Lord has spoken to me and that I will pay your entire tuition.” I then started praying for a leader to take over the mission, and as always God provided. I started going to Nyack when I was 23. I had a wonderful

Well, I have met someone like that and that someone is my Giraffe. You may know her as Nevaeh Darden. Nevaeh has been my best friend since the second semester of seventh grade.This is how it all started.

“Thank you Ms. Kali.” Joseph said as he came around the desk to get the first

“Am I hearing you properly?” Antoneso laughed mirthlessly. “Since when did you think that she belonged to you?”

Time to go to the original plan. She tapped Sage’s shoulder to get him to move over a bit.

stop what she was doing to greet me back with the biggest smile and the

Maria was a very smart girl that got bullied by a girl name Jawanna. She was very scared of her that she would do anything for her. In the story, it stated that Jawanna told Maria to give her, her brownie and she gave it to her. After Jawanna left, Maria’s friend Jessica told Maria that she needed to stand up to Jawanna and Maria said “yea right.” Later on in class, Jawanna had asked Maria for her pencil and she let her borrow it. At the end of class, Jawanna gave Maria her pencil back but it was broke into pieces. When Maria was about to leave the classroom, Ms. McMillan had asked her could she speak to her and Maria said yes. Ms. McMillan told Maria how she used to get bullied by this lady named Carrie Carter. After Maria was finish talking