Personal Narrative Fiction

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

There was no definite reason why I had decided to do so, and yet I staggered on. The creepers draped from the lofty trees, trying to hold me back from whatever laid beyond here. However, my urge to amble onwards had already seized me, as I pushed my way through the dusky thickets. My legs began to cave and blood oozed from my nose. The gust of wind from when I, at last, reached the clearing almost had me relieved.

My throat had grown dry and each passing breath sent a blaze through me. The further I bolted into the forest, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots painted a maze on the ground and the flora became thick and lush, forming an arch above my head. The forest reeked of age. The composting, organic fragrance rose up in

With my mind in fear, my body took over, bolting in the opposite direction of the beast. I was running so fast, the leaves felt like

Without a breath of hesitation I make the jump, the leap into the chasm of green maple leaves below. Yes, feeling the air pour through me, gliding through the breeze as though I were a hawk on the hunt, has bequeathed a sense, a feeling I have not felt in quite some time. Even now as I glide onto a high branch in the maple forest, it gets my blood going, in the best way

I must not turn back. Suddenly, my foot gets caught in a raised root. I fall hard, scrapping my hands and knees with a few sharp rocks. I scramble back to my feet, cutting my right cheek with a nearby branch.

My foot struck an object and I kicked it, sending it skidding. I could feel it give way a little to the force of my foot. After that, I shuffled my feet in an effort not to trip on anything else I might find. Danger was in the farthest corner, whimpering. I found him, traced my way towards the handle of his harness, and guided us out of the house.

Abruptly, I cramped uncontrollably forward like having my appendix burst. Without warning my legs collapsed. I dropped knees first to the floor. I groaned as my chest slammed into the terrain.

I don’t quite know how to explain what happened next. It was like being in a sensory deprivation tank, but I could feel—no that's not right—I could sense something different was moving toward me.

eye. A shadowy figure began to slowly approach me. I felt a chill go down my spine. I began

I shuddered and momentarily shut my eyes tightly. Thereafter, I looked up and the small bird was lost like a teardrop in a field of snow. "It is such a cruel world", I thought to myself. Abruptly, out of nowhere, the small bird reappeared from the crevice, puffed out her chest and made strong eye contact with the falcon's fearsome black beady eyes. The much superior falcon could only retreat and flew slowly into the distance as a big relieving sigh escaped my body. Cool soothing raindrops started falling on my face so I swiftly darted/scuttle/hastened

"Imara!" I moaned in pain and felt my head. "Imara!" I dug into my pockets and pulled out my flashlight. I turned it on and shone it around. "Where am I?" Alister sighed in relief. "Why didn't you answer me? I thought you died." I was currently sitting in a half circle room that led only one way. "I don't know. There's only one path." I stood up expecting pain but my leg felt normal. I patted my arm and again everything was fine. "How long was I out?" I pointed my light into the tunnel. "A while."

Pain spread throughout my whole body as the impact of the fall left me quite disoriented. Fumbling my way through the forest, I looked for a place to hide. After a minute, I managed to conceal myself into the shrubbery surrounding a tall willow tree. Motionless yet alert, I listened to all the sounds around

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.

The roaring wind filled Sportacus’ ears as he flew down to LazyTown on his airship. He couldn't hear the ringing alarm from his crystal but could still sense it flashing on his chest and so he pedaled all the harder to answer the call. A spot of yellow among the green trees guided his rapid descent, Someone was in trouble. Stingy dangled by the tips of his fingers from the highest branch He squirmed and kicked so much that one of his boots came off and tumbled to the ground. The rest of the kids scattered around the bottom of the tree to avoid the falling hazard.