Sister Told Me Narrative

In "Charles," the son's imaginary friend becomes so real to the mom that she is stunned to learn he does not

We were silent. Our eyes didn’t leave the board as the piece jerked back to the beginning. To A. Then stopped. We waited for the piece to point out the next letter, but it remained still. After three minutes, Rachel and Claire withdrew their hands. I felt them watching me. “It wants you to ask something,” Rachel said softly. “If by ‘it’ you mean Claire, I’m sure that’s true.” I stood up, shaking and nauseous. I was done. “I didn’t push it,” Claire said, wide-eyed as she looked at Rachel, then at me. “Pinky swear?” I asked, with sarcasm. “Why not,” Claire answered, with malice. She stood and walked closer to me. Too close. Her green eyes were dangerous. “I didn’t push it,” she said again. “It wants you to play.” Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled herself up off the floor. She looked straight at Claire. “I believe you,” she said, “but let’s do something else?” “Like what?” Claire’s voice was flat, and I stared right back at her, unflinching. Here we go. “We can watch The Blair Witch Project.” Claire’s favorite, naturally. “How about it?” Rachel’s voice was tentative, but firm. I tore my eyes away from Claire’s and nodded, managing a smile. Claire did the same. Rachel relaxed, but I didn’t. For her sake, though, I tried to swallow my anger and unease as we settled in to watch the movie. Rachel popped in the DVD and blew out the candles. Six months later, they were both

Stay away from me.” Yells Aaron as he ran into the arms of Jasmine, squeezing her tight and not letting her go. Sophie is speechless. Does Aaron know the truth of Katrina’s death,? Sophie wondered. Jasmine looked away and looked around the house that had once been a bright happy family home, all the experiences are now faded memories. “Why don’t we go get some fresh air,” Sophie asked Aaron. They both walk outside and sit down the lushes green grass. Sophie still holding Jasmine’s diary holded it tight in her hands staring deeply into thick brown cover, but she wasn’t just captivated by the book she was overtaken by the red blood finger prints that laid on the bottom left hand corner of the diary. Aaron looks at Sophie, then at the house and then back at Sophie. He grabbed the diary from Sophie and opened it. He flicked through a few pages till he reached the exact page that Sophie had read earlier, grabed a pen out of his pocket, took a deep breath and started to write something “I know you killed my

Anna Beth Stevens grew up in the south. She was brewed with tradition in the wind and potatoes on the table. She always dreamt of breaking free of her snow globe town. She witnessed a sitcom once based in Beverly Hills. It left her yearning to know what lay in store on a separate coast. However, lighting bug jars and knee scrapes filed her summer. The tormenting of the neighbor boys would not do itself. Anna Beth was fearless and smart. When she was 9, she filled coffee filters with flower and cayenne pepper. She wet the bottom of them just enough to break when hitting the faces of the boys that lived behind her grandmother’s. They had no idea what had just landed in their eyes causing them to cry an uncontrollable cry, but they knew from that

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

September 9th started like any other day, but it didn’t take long before it was the strangest day I’d had in awhile. I came to school at 7 am since it was early in the year, and I still was adjusting to my new classes and new students. The new year was one I was especially looking forward to. I had just won the Teacher of the Year award after only my third year and my students and I all created a bond.

Olivia knows there won’t be enough food. She spoons white rice onto her family’s plates, leaving hers empty, and tops them with beef guisado stew, steeped in the flavors of peppers, tomatoes and a blend of Goya spices from the cabinet. Her three children sit eagerly at the dinner table. She hands them their plates, grabs a banana for herself, and joins them. She can see the Empire State building from the window. That night, she’ll wake up with hunger pains and go to the kitchen to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before heading back to sleep. “There was one year of my life,” Olivia tells me, “when I had breakfast, lunch, and dinner from home. I was 5 years old.” The rest of her childhood meals came from school lunches, her friends’ plates

Tank thought her request was going to carry him into yet another place that made him uncomfortable. Ever since he arrived people came wanting him to pray for them or a loved one.

And I did not understand how she could stand there and say such a thing, when I loved my baby sister so very much.

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a

The moment a man told me to give him ‘all the money in the till!’ with a gun pointed between my eyes, I did something very few people have ever done before – and ever will do.

On June 23rd of the year 2007, I was patiently waiting for the birth of my second cousin. Her parents named her Heaven Lee Sue, she was a beautiful browned-eyed baby with a small amount of brunette hair. She was the most perfect newborn that I had ever laid my eyes on. What my family didn’t know is what all would be taking place within the next twelve months.

wind slowly whistling across the oak trees. “Mom, they all think that I’m a demented freak! What’s the point of going to school if I can’t even focus!?” Ellie forced a yell, but you could tell that her voice was weak from all the previous crying, and her eyes were dark and sunken in from all the sleep-deprived nights. But if I were you, I wouldn’t dare call her an insomniac, even if you find it to be true, because she always desperately tries to convince herself that she’s normal.

The house appeared to be empty as the car pulled up to the front, I glanced out of the tinted windows surveying it. A modest two story place with a stereotypical white picket fence. It liked the kind of place to raise a family, at least that’s what TV always told me. It had been at least a day since the file crossed my desk but like most Halflings my memory was Eidetic. The house had belonged to the Matthews family, a small family consisting of a mother pregnant with her second child, a father who worked in an office building, and a blonde seven-year-old girl. I could even remember the look of horror on Mrs. Matthews’ face in her crime scene photo. Her once swollen belly split wide open. I shuddered shaking the memory out of the forefront of my

(3 gun shots) Ohh shit I am hit. Help me please help me it hurts. (3 more gunshots) I can not believe he just got shot someone call 911 hurry up he bleeding please hurry up he is losing a lot of blood. Things could not be any worse, he just came home from college, how could they do that? He is innocent. He did not 5 deserve it, he is a good kid. We just fucked up big time. We should not have bought him around. It was not suppose to be like this. What do I tell our mom. I was suppose to watch after him and this happens.