Shrek's Home-Personal Narrative

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'm busy." Kenny paused and put away his supplies. "That’s strange, the door is already unlocked. Huh." He then opened the door to demonstrate.

There was a knock on the door. “Hey, who’s in there?” hollered a booming voice.

On 10/12/17 at approximately 2145 hours, I received a call from James Coe (DOB 11/18/60). I explained to James I was looking for Dustin and he advised that's his son. I asked James if Dustin and he could respond to the police department, and he advised he would.

Rose hands him a small towel from the glove compartment. "Don't get blood in my new jeep." Mark presses the towel to the rush of blood coming from his nose and goes to say something else. "Don't make me knock you out too." He keeps his mouth shut.

“This is so surreal” I stood gazing at the ornamental door at the end of the hall. Like everything else it’s covered in fake gold, faintly glistening from the ceiling lights. Slowly we walk up to it, keeping ears out for the sound of footsteps. The Ranger hides me from sight, forcing me in-between a large table and the wall. He slowly puts his thumb on the scan pad next to the door, waiting for it to grant him access. There is no beep.

It all started soon after I had turned 12. The relief society president in my ward was speaking in sacrament, and she mentioned the upcoming youth temple trip, which would be my first one, and encouraged every single one of us to find our own family names to take with us. She expressed to us the immense joy and ultimate pleasure she felt when she did work for her family, and I wanted to be able to experience those feelings as well.

It was halloween and I was trick-or-treating in my neighborhood. After, I got candy from all the houses I started going into the woods to find more. As I walked deeper into the forest the more I smelled onions, my eyes started getting watery, then I saw a house. This was no ordinary house this house was shaped liked an onion and was green, I was at the entrance of it and at this point my eyes were crying like crazy. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it.

“Dudes, stop fighting so much, I'll go a bit faster. We're almost there anyway,” Yelled Clarence!

“Guys, I don’t want to go in there,” I said as I backed up away from the window, not wanting to be

Pushing the blanket off and my legs over the side. I rest my feet on the ground as the door slides open, revealing a man wearing a black suit and blue tie with shiny black shoes. He must be in his late forties, early fifties judging by the light tinge of gray to his hair and they he walks over to

(Ricky turns away from his newer car and walks toward the garage. Opens garage door.)

Doug pushes open the doors. He holds a briefcase in one hand and a passport in the other one.

“Sir? Can you please open the door?” Marvin heard the banging on the door again. He slowly opened the door, still confused. The motel manager stood outside, Marvin looked at him in confusion. “We always check on our guests, and you haven’t been seen in so long, we were very worried. We were about to call the paramedics.”

He grabs his cellphone and heads back to the window to see if he can get any details of the man who fired the shots. One hand on the phone and the other pressed to the windowsill stood

Fred glares at the ground resisting the urge to throw the keys. Why is it always me? Fred gets in the front seat and leans the seat back and after making sure all the doors are locked goes to