Personal Narrative Fiction

I backed against the wall and tried to stay quiet. Loud thumps shook the ground. "Alister, what is down here that could be that big?" Light boomed in my direction. I squinted my eyes from how bright it was. When the flash died down I opened my eyes to a roaring path of burning flesh. Shadows of skulls and torn bodies danced the walls. The thumps grew closer. "I guess I'm about to find

“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.

“Debbie, how many times do I have to tell you not to hang out with those people it just makes us look poor and plain out disgusting!” her mother said as Debbie slung open the front door and began to run upstairs. “I don’t care what you say; they are and always will be my friends sorry they don’t mean your standards!” She exclaimed sarcastically from the top of the twisting stairwell. I hate this lifestyle; I don’t want to be just another executive’s kid who shuns everyone else just because they don’t live like me. She whispered lying on her bed. “Go away!” she yelled as she heard her dad violently knock on the door. So much for having privacy she thought as he slung the door open. “Why do you constantly go against what we say?” Her father asked

Lying in bed, waiting for the raven-haired beauty to shower, Frank studied the dust particles swirling around in the sunlight beams entering the dark motel room through the slit in the curtain. For a brief second, the thought went through his mind, what would happen if Sandy caught him and Marlene together. The idea quickly disappeared as she came out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her slim body, smiling, and said, “Thanks, I need to go.”

"So you would like to know how I got here, Right? How I found Sammy at his school, How I became one of his closest friends then just ended up at the same collage as him?" I chuckled at the hunter.

He sits beside the pool both feet in the cool water; the same place Oliver sat all those weeks ago. The scene is so similar to that day, ironically so, the weather, Elio's fretting. Is it really better to speak than to die? His mother thought so, he did to, but now he realizes his feelings don’t just affect him anymore. He pulls at the collar of his, no Oliver's shirt and breathes in the scent that is beginning to fade.

“I’m sorry,” I said to Anna interrupting her. “That must have been terrifying to come back alone and scared and discarded in the woods like—I didn’t want to say trash—you didn’t matter.” Quickly, I tried to spin her revelation by saying, “Well, it could’ve been worse… At least you didn’t wake up in a government facility somewhere with a team of whackos wanting to stick tubes up your butt and a nutcase itching to put a bullet in your head.”

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.

No morning text and no note on the counter. Is she sleeping? Is she angry with him? This morning was not the usual setting that Officer Dean Kane came home to after a long night shift of busting criminals. She must be sick, he thought. Plopping his keys into the orange colored dish on the foyer table, he noticed her backpack was still there. She must have that terrible winter flu that everyone seems to be coming down with.

During the night in 1940s of New York City; in the mysterious dark streets remained a woman walking in a bright red dress with pastel skin. The streets were extremely empty that you could hear her own footsteps and every time she went under a street lamp that made her glisten with her pale skin. She was unusually scrawny with her collar bones sticking out resembling a skeleton. She looked very lonely by her body language which suggested being alone until this fascinating man walked up to her and persuaded her to seek out some coffee. They find this diner that remained open at this time of day. All the lights were on and the diner had a giant window glass all around, and position strangely. Nearby, sat another gentleman reading the newspaper

When you moved to Beacon Hills, you immediately discovered to population of dirty dogs. On your first day at your new school, you were constantly cringing at their stench. On your second day, you cornered one of them in the gym.

“So,” my mom said, “Do you want to see a doctor about this? Do you want to talk to someone?” I thought this over.

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.

A family of four woke up one morning and they were very bored. After having breakfast and watching television for a couple of hours, they decided that they wanted to go camping. They then packed their bags and loaded everything and everyone into the car, to go drive and look for a nice place to stay. They found a nice little cabin that fit the four of them. Once they cleaned up the cabin they went out to keep warm around the campfire.

“I am sorry, auntie NoVa, I dropped the ice-cream”, I heard a voice call from behind me as I drove down the slick, wet road. I turned around in my car seat being careful another car wasn’t in-front of me. “I smiled at the familiar hazel eyes that run in the family and answered back “it’s okay baby ill clean it tomorrow morning if it’s nice out and we will go get you a new one after okay? The child smiled back up at me and both kids in the car started nodding enthusiastically although the other one was still munching happily on their ice cream. I laughed under my breath and turned around not expecting that only five more minutes up the road that my life was going to change forever. I remember the flashing lights and the excruciating pain. I