Personal Narrative Fiction

Letting Bass talk her into getting dressed, Charlie ventured hesitantly down the stairs to have dinner with her family.

The dark wolf looked up from his coffee, his mind snapping back into reality. The warmth of the paper cup felt soothing upon his paw like hands. His thoughts had drifted elsewhere from the conversation thinking about alternative realities in contrast to the one he lived in.

“Two things before we go any further: the fucks a plain of existence, and exactly how do YOU handle souls?” She stood up and started to walk to the middle of the street. “I really don’t feel like just explaining it to you so I’ll just show you.” When she arrived at the middle of the street, she stopped and turned to me. After a few seconds she put her right hand on her hip and in a sassy manner she said,” I can’t show you something that you can’t see, so get the fuck over here.” So I steadily pushed myself up with the help of the light pole I was against. When I was almost up, Torva gave out a bored sigh and snapped her fingers. I was then teleported right next to her, but I hadn’t let go of the light pole so I fell straight on my ass. Torva

“We'll keep it casual. I'll just drop by the coffee shop a couple of times a week for a visit.”

How did she lose every glimpse of hope in their life? What made her throw in the towel and decide life was too much? When did a drug become more important than us? Did we ask to be brought into this world? These questions were running rampant through my mind, like a stampede of buffalo moving across the plains. I bet she’d have a reason to binge, if I asked her these questions. Our mom left us again this morning to go find food. I know what that really means, but the truth was too painful to fathom at this moment. I needed to get my sister of this filthy sidewalk and find a more discrete home for the night. “Lily, let’s get out of here little one.” She sluggishly rose up with a sad look in her eyes. The poor girl is only four, she’s too young and too tired, but it’s all she knows. She grabbed my hand tightly and we headed out on our aimless walk down the littered streets.

“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.

Seeing Josh emerge from the alley, the girl from the top floor perks up from her concrete perch. “There you are.” She places her phone on the apartment steps and rises. “I hope you don’t mind, well, you were asleep, so I took your clothes from the dryer and put mine in. I didn’t go through them or anything, I am just in a hurry. My girlfriends and I are going out tonight.”

I groaned as I felt a lips being pressed gently to my forehead. I turn slightly in the bed before pulling the pillow near me, closer. I soon felt myself falling back asleep.

The two of them may never be more than friends, but my actions made it easier for him to refuse to be seen or called greater until he had earned that honor. Unfortunately, it that thought didn’t come from my imagination, but from Echo himself. I watched my people move out of Echo’s way through nods of respect and standing tall. There was no longer any doubt. I had to stay as far away from Echo as possible. My mind must have been stuck on the two of us in the shower only a few hours ago (which it was) when I heard my name being called out several times.

Tossing and turning she felt as if someone was grabbing onto her. Her heart pounded faster and faster. Her mind rushed to the thought of dieing. She opened her eyes relieved that it was all over. It was only a dream right? Nothing to be worried about she thought. She tried to sit up but found that her arms and legs could not move, they had been strapped down to the bed. Her heart started to race again. She knew that she wasn't asleep anymore. This was real. She tried to scream but her throat was too sore, so all that came out was a little squeal. She tried to kick and free her arms from the straps but they were too tight to get loose. There was a small thump sound near the closet which startled her. Looking over to the dark corner of her room

Sky and asked. “How do you mean he is peculiar?” Edmond smiled. “Andrew believes in Fay magic, crystals, ruins stuff like that. I am always seeing him doing some kind of chant or magic with crystals and poems. When I told him of our situation he said he can help you get through this.” Sky looked sorrowful at Edmond and whispered. “Let’s hope so.” He could feel her fear and he hated it.

“Oh, last night’s footage where I was wandering around, jumping from cliff to cliff and…oh yeah over hearing some very interesting conversions,” I answer, telling the truth. There’s no point in lying. He’s going to find out sooner or later and sometimes it’s easier just to tell the truth and piss people off at the same time. I even flash a smile up at him.

My whole body felt heavy, like I was made of concrete. A dull pain throbbed through my head, I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn’t move; my body wasn’t listening to the commands my brain was sending it.

It was 2025, and Jamal Smith was wandering around bored in his house. It was summer and Jamal was exploring depths of his home that he had never seen before. His family was rich. Not doubt about it. His dad was a surgeon and his mom was a lawyer. Last year his family moved to Miami and then applied built a large addition to their house. But something was weird about it. The new addition to the house was dark, long and very scary to a thirteen-year-old like Jamal. When he was sleeping he always seemed to hear stuff from down there.

I didn't say goodbye to any of the lads, I couldn't. They wouldn't let me hear the end of it, if they knew and if they knew that I was sober.