Nelly: A Narrative Fiction

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

The blinding light coming from the outside poured into me. I grabbed the air reaching for water just like looking for an oasis in a desert. My eyes, yawned by the sun poking into my eyes and I realized that I was back in my house; my old jacketed

The first thing you felt was the softness of something beneath you, and the warmness of what you assumed was sunlight on your tan skin. Sitting up very slowly, you examined the space around you to find what was so soft below your outstretched legs. Golden flowers grew out of the cracked stone ground, shining a yellowish hue that seemed to make them even more beautiful than they already were. The sunlight that lit up part of the room you were currently residing in came from a distant hole in the rocky roof hanging high above you. Groggily, you stood up.

I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.

“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.

I live in a town that as well not exist. It's rainy one half of a the year and cloudy the other. The people come in three groups: intelligent, nihilistic, or hedonistic. Then, there is Thalloway High, with its prized statue of the manure shoveler who started this mess of a city.

While the wolf girl ate her meal, Papyrus couldn't help but feel a little upset as he patiently waited for the other sister to arrive. "Let's hope Skylar doesn't take too long. It would be a shame to see this spaghetti go cold..."

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

I arrived at the spot in the dead of night. There was nothing but sand for miles and miles around me. It was cold, but my excitement for the job warmed me up. After what seemed to be

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.

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

Olivia was amazing. Her kindness was a strange love, but when she loved you, you always knew. She was crazy in the best way possible. At UBMS, we shared a dorm. It was the closest we had ever been and being in that room with her for six weeks brought us closer than either of us thought we would ever be. We stayed up some nights till nearly one in the morning. We were both going through difficulties and they were more similar than we had known. One night I was telling Olivia about the fight Benjamin and I were in at the time. I had told him I was Atheist and he had not taken it well, as I had expected. She sounded a little shocked when the word ‘atheist’ had left my lips. I heard her shift, sit up, and turn. I couldn’t see her but I could feel

She doesn't know how long she's been here. How many days have passed since she woke up on the hard slab table and saw all those faces staring at her; she doesn't know anything. No memories of nothing besides waking up and this same concrete room. A few people dressed in white walked by her cell in the beginning, but as the days wore on, they stopped coming and now they don't come at all.

The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a