Personal Narrative Fiction

I woke up startled and didn’t know where I was. I had an IV in my arm and my parents were staring at me. The doctor came in

He falls in to the ocean waters. He let out a blaring shriek for help, and no one came. Next, when he got cold headed he started swimming to the nearest island he could see. He finally gets to the island and he starts to rest. Then, when he wakes up he looks around and sees a pool of blood around him.

“Okay so we found the bullet, but we need to get it out before it causes more bleeding, so I’m gonna give you some medicine to go to sleep, and when you awake you will be bullet-less and all bandaged up.” The doctor said.

He woke up in a dark room. He was numb and dizzy. The figure of a man kept on flickering through his head. He couldn’t move. He had no memory. His whole body was full of pain and agony.

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

When he got there he wasn't able to understand what when on . Then he spotted a bracelet stained with blood. His fears were then confirmed, his best friend had been injured, he called out her name, but there was no response, he then spotted a gun on the ground . Greif took him over he put the gun to his chest and pulled the trigger (bang) he immediately fell to the ground and in his last moments felt

The last subject I would like to mention is the interface between emergency management and homeland security. The interface between them is staying in their own lane especially when a disaster or crisis occurs. There are no grey areas when it comes to these two entities. According to David McIntyre, he considered the interface as a “sibling rivalry” because “one was older than the other” (Lucus-McEwen, 2012). Department of Homeland Security was created to focus on terrorism. While focusing on terrorism the emergency management piece was deprived resulting in emergency management taking a life on its own. No matter how you look these two entities they are family. But the funny thing is neither one can stand on its own without the help

In the “Fall of the House of Usher” the unknown narrator goes to his friend’s house. His friend’s name is Roderick and he has a sister named Madeline. When he sees the house he realizes the atmosphere of the house is kinda depressing and dark; he notices one crack on the house. Roderick and Madeline are the only two Usher’s left; they seem to be the only hope for the “Usher’s” family name to continue. The narrator describes the house as “An atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn — a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued.

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.

“You need to calm down Mr. Sharp, I will explain everything after I know that you yourself are okay.” The doctor told him in a soothing voice.

Now we couldn't see anything. It was hard to breathe. Me and my friends were all next to each other trying to find our way back. It was impossible because we couldn't see which way we were going. One of my friends said ¨I can't breathe!¨ all of us said it's ok we're gonna make it. Then my friend died in front of all of us. My friends started to die one by one, I saw them all die right in front of me. Then I realised that I wasn't gonna make it, so I started to cry because all my friends were dead, and I was about to die. Then someone came to me and said ¨Can you breathe.¨ But it was too late. As the guy came I suffocated to death. Well, I thought I was, but then I woke up in my house. I thought I was dead. It turned out that the guy saved me somehow. I don't know how he did, but he did. Everything was back to normal except for the fact that my friends

When I woke up I had no idea where I was. I was dazed and really confused. The nurse came in and said, “Jaclyn you're in the Toledo Flower Hospital and you passed out.” My parents were sitting there with worried faces. I just wanted to know what was going on. She was giving me a medicine through my IV, looking as if she was frantic and dripping with sweat. As soon as I got my medicine a stretcher burst through the door. There was a bloody unconscious man lying on it. My nurse immediately ran to them and she was rushing around and looked like she was on an adrenaline rush. She was yelling for a Doctor, but there wasn't one around. She had to make the decision to intubate the patient without the doctor and that was a risky decision.

He has no mother? I couldn't believe it. I was in a state of shock. Why would Jerry lie to me? I began to cry and immediately left the orphanage. Took my keys and drove. Just drove. I didn't know where I was going, I just needed to get out of here, this town, this state, this country. I felt betrayed. Tears rushing down my cheeks, my eye makeup all over my face. I was a mess. After about an hour, the sky was pitch black and I decided to go back. There was no point in running away. That little boy shouldn't affect my life whatsoever.

Drug addiction is something societies all over the world rarely tolerate. Although almost every culture has a tradition of consuming narcotic substances—alcohol, in the first turn—not all of them are seen as acceptable. A person saying, “A glass of beer after a long working day is my small weakness, you know” looks normal; but an almost similar phrase, “A shot of heroin after a long working day is my small weakness, you know” will sound suspicious, to say the least, will it not?

“ I heard Tahoe just got four inches of fresh snow!” my friend David said excitedly as we passed Donner lake on the freeway. David and I were on our way to visit an abandoned ski resort that we only heard people talk about. The dark clouds outside were looming over our heads as the sun began to set. Icy snow began to flutter down, covering the narrow trail we have been following for last couple of hours. Suddenly our jeep halts at a stand still and I see the distress on David’s face. The warmth of the car is quickly escaping as we open to the door and jump into the dark forest outside.