Personal Narrative Fiction

On his way home from Baseball, Julian was thinking to himself about what he could do outdoors. Then he gets a perfect idea, "Lets go on a hiking trip and I'll invite some guys too!" Julian then calls some guys from his baseball team, Justin who is very layback and funny. He calls Ricky who is the captain of the baseball team and Jesus (who is called chuy)and he is more of the gentlemen type but if you get him mad, he could probably take out a trailer full of bad guys. Julian decides he'll call them tomorrow, the next day Julian calls Ricky first.

I stepped into the room quietly, and turned around to look behind me. I could have sworn that a shadow brushed past me, but I saw nothing else there. Stunned, I immediately left the room to go back to

Before he opened the door to the ritual room he turned toward Andrew and told him. “And I see that fire in her Mother’s eyes.”

After several rings, the phone is answered in the master suite of Mr. and Mrs. Malcolm DeWitt.

I bite my bottom lip as I hiss, “Hmm, yes.” Shaun then gently inserted an ice cube into my soaked pussy. Immediately after placing the ice cube inside me, Shaun plunged his hard cock inside my cunt. The forcefulness mixed with the cold sensation caused me to jump as shivers ran through my body. “OH!” I screamed as I slowly rocked my hips back in place. Shaun with a firm grip on to my hips begins violently thrusting his cock in me. In and out over and over again, each thrust becoming harder than the last. The sensations of the ice freezing my cunt and the hot friction he is creating gives me a jolt of energy I never felt before. My pussy begins to tighten around his shaft as tingles of bliss swarm my twat. “Fuck yeah! More, please, fuck me

“That’s okay. I’m Dylan. Dylan Siro,” he said, nodding his head with a polite smile. “Oh and you’re going to need this.” He stuck his hand in his boot, pulled something shiny out, and placed it in my hand. The heavy object he gave me was a small plasma pistol. I didn’t know much about the weapons we brought with us, but one thing I did know was that the plasma guns were the most destructive.

When she wakes to an empty cabin, draped in quilts and knitted blankets, her eyelids are swollen and crusted over, tongue heavy in her mouth. She barely has the strength to push herself up by her hands, let alone the strength to call out. Everything is dim, the shadows swaying and whispering strange, evil things in her ears.

““Ben?” Drake asked coming back up behind them, holding three unopened cans of beer in his hand.

Suddenly nervous that there was a stranger in the room, Johnny became silent and moved as best as he could towards Roy. Sensing the anxiety, Roy held Johnny’s hand.

Slowly, my feet dragged behind me as I walked through the pouring rain in the streets and in my soaking wet pajamas; I had no recognition of the time that I've been out here but I did know that it was sometime in the dead morning between two and three o'clock. The only thing that I knew was that I was heading back home at a sluggish pace, shaking.

Molly, Jake and Ashley slowly walked around the Amazon rainforest, examining the wildlife. They were on a reasearch trip for their college biology class, and their group’s assignment was to take notes on the flora and fauna so they could write papers when they got back to the campus. As they walked, they pointed things out to each other, and Molly wrote all of their observations down into her notebook. They were so intent on their research that none of them noticed the class start moving in the opposite direction. Finally, when the sun started to set, Ashley spoke up.

My parent later in life told me I would always try to stick my fingers through the chicken wire to pet the chickens. The chickens probably would have taught my little chubby fingers as worms, and probably would have pecked at them. This was probably why it was dangerous for me to stick my fingers in the chicken wire. Also, they said whenever a chicken would come towards my fingers, I would shriek and laugh and that normally scared the chickens away. Now, thinking about this. I never did get to pet the chickens, but I did get to feed them watermelon. This I do remember. It was an afternoon right before the sunset. My dad had just cut up a watermelon for us kids. That's when he realized that the watermelon wasn't any good to eat. Instead, he gathered us little kids up, my 2 sisters and I, and took us outside to feed the chickens this bad watermelon. It was chilly. This had to be around October because of the early darkest and chilly afternoons. Thank goodness I had my coat on. It was purple, my sisters were pink and black.

I could only see darkness, I could feel other puppies blindly bumping into me, but where was my mother? I felt something warm grab my body and gently place me into a crate filled with towels. I could hear a loud noise somewhere close to me, then I felt the warm sensation again and something set me into a bucket filled with water. It felt great on my delicate fur until wind blowed all over me, the loud noise I had heard earlier started again and I was placed back into the bucket with my siblings and mother. Three weeks later. My eyes were opened. I could see my owner's, my mother, and my siblings, life was so full of color.

My eyes shoot wide open as I lay there on the floor next to Stephanie. I started to give chest compressions to her, one… two…. three…. four…, I blew in her mouth, nothing happened, she just lied there stiff as a board. After five minutes I realized it was hopeless, I bent down and kissed her passionately, tears streamed down my face as I yelled out “nooooo”. I had to move, this was not a safe spot, what if that bitch came back? I vanished right away and re-surface in Sweden, I sat down and reflected, who was that bitch? How did she know where we were? How long has she been following us? These were all questions I needed to answer. A wave of anger came over me, I needed to avenge Stephanie’s death, this bitch must pay for what she did. Only

Her best friend, myself, had robbed her dry. My wife recently passed away and I had thought I finally figured out the 21st century way to get in contact with your dead loved ones. Not everything I tried worked and I spent a lot of Lauren’s money, so let me take you through my timeline.