Stacy's Hour: A Narrative Fiction

My body began to shake ,and my eyes began to wander. I had never been in a situation as intense and horrifying as that one. Little did I know my life would be changed forever.

It was late at night, and her car had broken down. She couldn’t call anyone because her phone had low battery, so she walked to the train stop. She waited a few minutes for the last train to arrive. She noticed she was the only the passenger, which led her to falling asleep for a bit. After five stops, the train broke down, or that’s what she thought, and woke up. The lights turned off. She headed to talk to the driver if everything was alright, but found her bleeding to death. She tried to get out of the train, but the doors wouldn’t open, which freaked her out even more. She tried calling someone, but remembered her phone was dead. To make things worse, the driver didn’t have his phone with her. She was hoping someone would pass by, but no,

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

My screams were literally sucked out of my lungs and suddenly we were gone from the alley in a brilliant white flash. A second later I was in a dark void, I felt as though I was being squashed flat between two buildings despite the emptiness of the place and couldn’t breath. Any second now and I knew I would be dead. I clawed at my throat, my eyes bulging from my head and suddenly--

“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.

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.

The next day it was a dark fogging evening, Robert had been limping with no sight of what was in front and could barely hear anything because the group of guys had damaged his ears. As he continued limping he had come across train tracks, but he didn’t know that there was train approaching him in just a second. Right as the train was coming Robert had no idea what to do and at the moment he had been hit and flew to the streets beside the

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

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”.

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,

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.

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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.

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.

“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.