Soar: A Narrative Fiction Essay

I weave in and out of the last of the summer apple trees, beside the deep pool, the weeping willows cry out as the wind rattles their bones. The howling tempestuous wind carries me into a clearing where a little girl, with her hair like an inferno splayed around her head like a delicate band, lies asleep in the silvery moonlight. I fly right up to her and land on her chest, where a scarlet black rose lies dead upon her breast. I wake up. I don’t know where I am.

Sam was walking home from the Morrisville Market with a full bag of groceries. The sun was hot and no clouds were in sight. He smelled the fresh bread being baked in the shops. He felt like nothing could go wrong, and oh how wrong he was about that. The sidewalk was cracked right in front of Lana’s Diner glowed an odd red light. “What the……AHHHHHH!” When a garbage truck pulled up the garbage man found Sam lying face down on the sidewalk with a \

She was all alone- her coat soaked to the pelt- causing it to lie flat against her, freezing her to the core. Unable to get warm or dry, and too scared to venture any further from her herd, the doe stood strong. Her energetic parade had dissipated into a mere stroll, yet the furrows in the earth were getting ever deeper. The doe’s young muscles demanded rest, although her instincts and frozen limbs kept her

“I’m gonna go after Sarah!” Luke screamed over the noise and without second thought, he took off running. My eyes went wide as he was immediately lost in the crowd of walkers.

Well, today’s the big day! I woke up and burst out of bed, almost falling over in the process. I ran downstairs to wake up my Mom and Dad, but of course, they were already up and running.

My hands were sweating against the microphone in my hand, I could feel the anxiety throughout the air on the big stage. The only thing separating me, I mean us, from the large crowd filled with haters, supporters, and who knows what else; was the velvet red curtain that she knew in no time would disappear, revealing me and my friends to our fate.

She slowly lifted her vision from the ground up towards the view of the forest. As she moved her head from side to side she looked in wonder at her surroundings. All she could see expanding right in front of her eyes was a beautiful crystal clear water hole with waterfalls rushing in from either side. Behind this amazing waterhole towards the right there was yet another exit out of the forest, although this one seemed different … it lead towards her street that she last remembered living on. Annabel seemed very relieved to see this exit but there was something that seemed to stop her walking out into her freedom. The thought of leaving the forest meant she would say goodbye to her parents for good. Annabel couldn’t bear to do this; she couldn’t live with herself if she knew there was something else she could do that might reunite her with her

Though she is weak, she struggles. I whisper soothing words to her as I carry her through the woods; if only she could understand that no harm will come to her by my hand. When she goes still, my heart twists in my chest. She has not left this world, I realize, but is staring at me with an intensity that makes the heat of fire seem dull. This is the first day that I have ever held a life in my arms, and it shakes me. Her soul is laid bare before my eyes, and I wish to shelter it from the snowfall. She does not see this, and though my words may be futile, they carry weight.

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

“Did use the wand?” Mr. ED asked as he placed a plate in front of Titus. “Yes, I did.” The excited boy said, “And everything went better than expected.” “Hold on“, Mr. Ed said, “let me first fetch us some fresh water and food, then we can both sit and talk.”

On his way home from Baseball, Julian was thinking to himself about what he could do outdoors. Then he gets a perfect idea, "Lets go on a hiking trip and I'll invite some guys too!" Julian then calls some guys from his baseball team, Justin who is very layback and funny. He calls Ricky who is the captain of the baseball team and Jesus (who is called chuy)and he is more of the gentlemen type but if you get him mad, he could probably take out a trailer full of bad guys. Julian decides he'll call them tomorrow, the next day Julian calls Ricky first.

As I fly back home from Alaska, I think of all my all my adventures I’ve had so far. I feel amazing that I finally finish and will be returning to my dogs, my home, and most importantly, my sweet wife. I missed her so much over the past two weeks, I can't wait to see her again.

I went out the place and sat in her car. "Maybe some music will help me consume all of this." Sky clicks the radio on.

"What does this friend of yours look like?" asked Judy, taking notes the entire time

I probably just seem like a normal, dumb teenager looking to draw you in with a made up story, just to get a rise. Just to get a few minutes of attention. But my purpose here isn't to make you want to read my story; honestly, I couldn't care less if you stop reading after this point because you think this is all made up stuff. But who the hell would make up something as elaborate as this? Actually, I take that back. A lot of people could fabricate a story like this, probably a better one to be honest. But there's no way I can convince you that I'm telling the truth. I just need to get this story out. So keep reading, or don't. I really don't care.