Stacy's Hour: A Narrative Fiction

I could hear the worry in my mom’s voice and I got even more scared. Then my mom put a towel on my head and when she took it off, it was covered in blood. She told my dad we needed to get

Now we couldn't see anything. It was hard to breathe. Me and my friends were all next to each other trying to find our way back. It was impossible because we couldn't see which way we were going. One of my friends said ¨I can't breathe!¨ all of us said it's ok we're gonna make it. Then my friend died in front of all of us. My friends started to die one by one, I saw them all die right in front of me. Then I realised that I wasn't gonna make it, so I started to cry because all my friends were dead, and I was about to die. Then someone came to me and said ¨Can you breathe.¨ But it was too late. As the guy came I suffocated to death. Well, I thought I was, but then I woke up in my house. I thought I was dead. It turned out that the guy saved me somehow. I don't know how he did, but he did. Everything was back to normal except for the fact that my friends

Uncomfortably, she sat in the restaurant; the romantic ambience almost felt sickly, the dim lighting, the candles and the classical music humming in the background. It is not that she did not enjoy the romantic side to love; it is just that she was here with Billy, a man who now seemingly loved her. The last man who loved her and who had taken her to this restaurant was Ric; it was the night he had confessed his love for her, the night they kissed in the moonlight.

“The Story of an Hour” is a story that in a few pages creates commentary, emotions, and thoughts about a simple yet very important part of every civilization. It is quite amazing that a short story written over a hundred years ago is still relevant to our society today. Every successful civilization has had some form of marriage, and while this story is to many criticizing the institution of marriage, I believe that people could see this dichotomy of oppressor vs oppressed that this story tries to bring to the forefront and instead find a theme of freedom and responsibility that was not intended by the author.

The E.M.T.'s put me in the ambulance where they connect leads to check my heartbeat. Hearing the "beep... beep..." sound from the machine, I finally feel earth bound again. How wonderful to feel the great rock. Then, the E.M.T.'s began applying antiseptic. It was supposed to be painful, but the joys of surviving have covered that pain. I felt reality slipping away, and the last thing I heard is the "whoop" of the siren which escorted us all the way to the hospital.

As I walk out to the corner of the driveway to Jillian’s car, I hear the jingle of the keys on her lanyard, like the jingle of bells on Santa’s sleigh. I slightly push the key as it glides into the ignition. I turn the key away from me until I hear the roar of the engine starting like an angry lion at the zoo. I scan through the radio stations until I find a song I like. Jillian opens the door, and gets in. The gravity from the hill that the car is parked on causes the door to slam shut. As we pull out of the driveway, Jillian asks, “Where are we going first?”

Thumper started to make a choke like noise, My palms exploded with water like tsunami hitting a city, I sprinted upstairs and shouted at my mom “GET IN THE CAR THUMPER IS CHOKING” I was thinking that thumper would die and my mind was on panic mode, We rushed in the car and got out of the Road. He went brain dead I could tell that the look in his eyes that he was not gonna make its holding him in my arms a tear went down my cheek and soon another until I began a slight sob,

Walking down a little more we could she the living room and Maggie was still there knocked out on the couch. So we stepped back, as we heard Kiwi give a loud squeal as if hurt. This was the most horrific sound because Kiwi was my everything and here distress makes me sad. Then we could here the footsteps get closer to the living room and we could see a shadow holding a knife creep up to the couch and then it started to stab. Over and over again for a while then looking up at us we dashed for the nearest room and hid under the bed. After that moment I felt my heart beating so fast it was like Speedy Gonzales was running around inside me.

Louise Mallard just finds out that her husband has been killed in a horrific accident at work. She must come to term with being a widow. In the hour after receiving notice of the death, she quietly reviews her life as she currently lives in a time where women working outside the home is not an option. The author of this story does not just focus on the grief that is faced by women in the late 19th century, but also how women do not have the luxury to grieve and must think their next step to ensure their survival. That moment of clarity comes light in Kate Chopin’s “The Story of an Hour”.

“NO! NOOOO!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!” I said as I jumped over the silver wire fence blocking me from making my escape. “THIS MAN IS COMING AT ME WITH A KNIFE!!” I screamed! “Get back here you pesky chicken!” Yelled the farmer! I was running through the farm for my life! I saw rusty silver gleaming bars in the distance. I ran towards them. I saw a huge figure hurtling across the bars. This could be my escape! I thought. I took a leap onto the large figure. He finally stopped in his tracks as I landed on to the back of the train. He stood staring at me with hate in his eyes as I rushed off into the night.

I panicked and swerved left because if I hadn’t I was going straight off of the road and it was over for me. When I made the turned I was on the left side of the road and tried to get back on my side before I went off the side of the mountain, but I overcorrected and my tired had blew out. I was going off the road and there was nothing I could do at that point. The car was heading straight for a dirt bank and right before they met time seemed to have been put in slow motion. It was like a movie. I remember seeing the bank coming closer and closer and I closed my eyes. Faces of everyone that was important to me popped up. They came up like the faces of those who die in The Hunger Games do. Then every memory I have played like a VHS tape being fast forwarded. At that point I knew it was over for me and I would never see those people again. As soon as the car hit life had pressed play and it was all a blur. I heard glass shattering, metal crunching, and I was absolutely terrified. I opened my eyes when I felt the car stop moving and was hanging upside down. I’ve never been more glad to have my seatbelt on. I was in disbelief, and questioning whether I was really ok or was I so in shock that I didn’t feel anything. My phone was hanging there in my face by the aux cord in my car, so I grabbed it and tried to unbuckle myself. I was shaking and couldn’t get it at first but I calmed down and got it and fell on the room of the

heard my mom let out a blood crying scream then the car crashed into a tree and all I could remember was that the doctor said that my nerves are shut done*end of flash back*After a few years have passed I'm now fifteen.

Next I knew I was hurled across the living room and smashed against the kitchen wall. As I lay crumpled in the corner gasping air too afraid to move, too afraid to speak I lay as still as could be until I heard him leave. I am not sure how long it was before I moved but it felt like hours. Only once he was gone did I allow myself to cry like I had never cried before. I shed tears of hurt, tears of humiliation frustration and tears of pain. I replayed it over and over in my mind not wanting to believe what had just happened and what actually happened.

Then in less than half a second I was in the ER. Alice was standing over me fear in her eyes, I look around and see blake isn’t here. I also notice that I am hooked up to an IV tube. Seems like a bit much for hitting your head on a table in a restaurant, I thought to myself. I see a tray with a bloody knife on it. What in the world happened with that?! I started getting scared, Alice was crying. I tried to look around the room again but my head wouldn’t move the time. I tried to speak but started choking on water.

As I slowly opened my eyes and drew in a breath, I started to realize where I was, I didn’t quite remember how I got there but I know that somehow I ended up in a hospital. There was a nurse in there who suddenly let out a gasp. Odd I thought, she quickly rushed out of the room and in what felt like an hour but really was a minute, came back with my parents and a doctor. My mom was sobbing and ran over to embrace me in a huge hug. After giving my mom and I a minute, the doctor walked over to me and started to explain what happened.