Valentine And Insane: A Narrative Fiction

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where

“Wait, (Y/N)! Where are you going? You just arrived.” Simon stepped out of the room and called your name, then ran towards you. “Hey, you didn’t tell me you were coming up.”

Luv smiled. Rick wanted nothing more than to make her happy, at least in bed. In her heart, she knew she wasn’t ready for another serious relationship and he wasn’t either. Why did she have to pigeonhole it, name and analyze it? She told herself he cared for her. He'd said as much. It was kind of sexy thinking of herself as his mistress or lover. Once you give yourself a label like girlfriend or fiancee' there's list of expectations and responsibilities that come with it. She’d often told women to feed their partner’s fantasies if they were within reason. This was within reason. Lover was much sexier than the other labels. No baggage either. The only expectation was that of pleasure. Before now she hadn't considered herself a live in the moment

2010-Dan "Mr...Mr Howell." I woke up in a hurry. Groaning and wiping away the bit of dribble that dared leave my mouth...I cautiously opened my eye.

“BOOM!” we heard a gunshot. Finn and I both turned around, frightened by the sound right behind us.

Dan was feeling queasy. 24 hours earlier, he was happier than he’d been in a long time. He had finally built a palace in his mind; a place where he could be truly happy. But it was all crashing down in front of his very eyes. He thought back, trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

It was a loud and bright fourth of July, and my mom, dad, my brother and I were all celebrating at my grandparent’s house on my father's side. Everything was going well and we were all sitting on the back deck shooting off firecrackers and other small fireworks. Then, my grandpa brought out a few huge cakes which are the fireworks that are really big and blow up in the air. My brother and I lit off a few of those, my dad wanted to go light the biggest one because he loves fireworks! For most of the big ones we had to tell him to close his eyes because he gets seizures when he drinks and sees flashing lights.

Jim had a hard time hearing his daughter saying she was hungry for the past month. Jim could never do anything, because he was very poor. “She waked up in the middle of the night again and said she was hungry.” 36 He just couldn’t stand to hear her

It was to late for Margot to see the sun now. As she got lead out of the closet tears ran down her face like Niagra Falls. All she had been waiting for her whole life was to see the sun’s rays sto upon her and she got that one thing taken away. Her tears and sobs silenced the tunnel. However, as much anger as she had inside, her crying took all the possible energy she could’ve used to yell or scream. And standing upon her were the backstabbing, ignorant kids who looked at her as if it was her fault she knew what was coming.

The old shrews gathered, and in spite of the cold, they couldn't wait to chew that mutton...

And an echoed voice broke into my thought. Fear gripped me as I realize I wasn't alone in this room.

When you hear of a romance story, you often hear about all of the warm, heartfelt moments. And you often hear about how the two lovers were fated to be together. But you usually don’t hear about how twisted and cruel fate can be. No one wants to talk

Helen was a beautiful, black, petite, high class woman. She dressed very elegant and lived a fancy lifestyle. Everything she owned all together was worth a fortune. But she lived this

“Monsters—wait a minute, what do you mean?” The howling rose up again from somewhere behind the truck, closer than before. Whatever was chasing us was still on our trail.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" My body was twitching, my hair smelled burnt. I was in an electric chair. The light turned on again. Trying to lift my head towards the light, the voice came back.