Personal Story Essay

favorite story you ever made up”, Tia exclaimed. “Oh Tia”, her grandma said. “That’s because I didn’t make it up. This is true and it happened while my sister Jean was working at Lidtke Mill” “Grandma are you pulling messing with me,” she says curiously. “Because I never knew you had a sister.” “Tia dear”, She says “It is one thing when I’m joking around with you, but when I talk about Jean, I would never lie”, her grandma says sadly. “Oh, well that’s my favorite story can you tell

“I’m so excited!” I said, as we were loading the supplies into the car. I picked up the cooler and loaded it into the back of the truck. My long brown hair brushed my face while the bright warm sun of the afternoon warmed me. Then, I started loading other things into the car, not exactly knowing where they were supposed to go. “Calm down Lexi.” My mom said. “We have to make sure they are in the right places so everything can fit.” “Sorry,”I said, “I just can’t wait.” My mom smiled. I just couldn’t

The door rang with a soft ding as Marinette and Chat exited the ice cream shop. Marinette licked her ice cream cone fervently, a futile attempt to catch the melting drops before they reached the pavement beneath them. Chat stared at her as they continued walking. “So how’s the ice cream?” he asked. Marinate looked over at him, cone finally contained. “Delicious, you can’t beat rocky road,” she replied. Chat furrowed his brows. “Rocky road?” “Yeah, it’s chocolate ice cream with marshmallows

Daddy was driving us home. Three of us in the backseat and Lula, who was his favorite, in the passenger's seat. Lula cried, Oh Daddy!—look. At the side of the road, in broken grasses, was something small and furry-white, which appeared to be alive. Oh Daddy, please. Daddy laughed. Daddy braked the car to a stop. Lula jumped out of the car. We ran back with her, to discover in the broken grasses three small kittens—white, with black and russet markings. We picked up the kittens! They were so tiny

It wasn’t all bad growing up in Issaquena, Mississippi. We were all together as one family, living under a single roof that barely provided protection from the outside predators. Growing up with a mother, a father, a sister, and a brother was everything I ever wanted as child, but who would have thought that I’d lose everything so quickly. Each and every day, I slaved away for some bitter master. Each and every day, I’d wake up to the sounds of roosters and men marching. Most of all, I wanted to

Imagine being stuck in a car upside down on a beautiful day. This was an extremely scary situation, considering I was three and my mom was pregnant. It was just an ordinary day heading over to my Nana and Pop pop's house in Medford NJ when all the sudden “BOOM” some random man hit us from behind sending us into a pile up of three other cars before landing in a ditch upside down. I kept repeating “ can we just go to nana’s house” I said screaming and crying because I was so scared. My mom was screaming

Once upon a time there lived a young girl with her mother. She had everything she could have asked for but she was still unsatisfied and didn’t understand what her loved ones did for her. One day the young girl was walking around the local market when an old woman stopped her and said “ I offer you this magical ring for your beauty. It will grant you any wish you desire but you must choose carefully for this ring with grant you only one wish.” The girl then grabbed the ring and ran as fast as she

"Maybe she isn't like us, maybe she is j-Ow Jules don't hit me there!" a unfamiliar male voice groaned in pain "Shut up Max. I saw it , Liz saw it, we all saw it" a recognizable female voice retorted back, it was the girl from the bonfire, Juliette "That doesn't mean you have to punch me in my no-no square, you could have just disagree with me like any other normal person in this pack" the male voice replied back There voices were a whisper but every passing seconded the volume of there voices raised

I grew up in the mid nineties on the West Coast along the shores of Oregon. There were many nights of the seeming endless summer where my cousins, siblings and I would spin tales of great horror and gore. Tales of stumbling corpses coming back to avenge their deaths; deals with the devil where the soulless few would meet the worst death’s imaged, conjured up by six preteen minds. Oh, I can still smell the burning firewood, a small fire created by branches we found along the sand and a stolen lighter

any matter, although, this matter was contrary to the usual. my sister was acting very calm and subtle about the situation. As we reacted, our first question was “Who is the dad?” We were quick to find out all of the details about her side of the story, including having met her boyfriend of months at her work. This leads us right into the overwhelming news that he had previously had children, four to be exact, but only having three living with him. This made my father even more furious than before