Personal Narrative Fiction

on, stood over Ellington, and told him he was going to "fuck him up". Bradley

He gave her a few explanations, yet they never seemed truthful, so she kept inquiring. The events that came after this

“And then recite a list of all the things she resented. Politics, for sure. But also the manipulation and secrecy and self-pity and paranoia”

Sue calmly stated that Mrs. Stevens needed to speak directly with her father-in-law about any information related to his medical condition. She promised she would investigate the incident and would call her back with any further information as to how this could have happened. Sue apologized repeatedly, and the call ended amicably.

He said he had forgiven her for her misspoken words. She hoped he told the truth and that working together to solve Sean O’Malley’s death will give them a common goal. Possibly bring them closer.

Mrs. Clover sternly knocked on the door, and asked the voice to open it so that she could see what was the matter. The voice sadly replied, “I can’t! That’s the problem!”, so Mrs. Clover, reached into her pocket and opened the door there, huddled in the corner closest to the door was Tina Tiger Lily, one of the smallest buds in all the garden.

4. Myrtle Wilson was very jealous. She thought that her husband was having an affair

“Lina, I have heard from your brother that you are sad about the robbery. It will be okay, the police are working hard to solve this mystery. I know how this mystery means so much to you.”

that he begged the woman to marry her or she will kill her, the woman refused to mention that

“I’m not sure, but she is our lady.” Detective Johnson agreed, and said, “I think we can get an indictment.”

She couldn’t stand it any longer. She looked at the lips of a boy, and read what he was saying to another boy.

I probably just seem like a normal, dumb teenager looking to draw you in with a made up story, just to get a rise. Just to get a few minutes of attention. But my purpose here isn't to make you want to read my story; honestly, I couldn't care less if you stop reading after this point because you think this is all made up stuff. But who the hell would make up something as elaborate as this? Actually, I take that back. A lot of people could fabricate a story like this, probably a better one to be honest. But there's no way I can convince you that I'm telling the truth. I just need to get this story out. So keep reading, or don't. I really don't care.

In a heartbeat, he ran to his diseased dog, “Jeff wake up,” Josh cried. The dog would not wake up. Josh gets a splintery bucket filled with water. He pours it on Jeff like it was a tsunami. (simile) Jeff barely opens his eyes to where you can only see white, almost no black. “Pheeww,” he said relieved. Josh didn't want to be by himself. Jeff was the only living creature he had left. Josh's innocent parents had died from a gang fight.

I looked down at it and held down the PTT button and responded, “At the edge of the building. The grey one on 4th and Franklin.” I let go looking down the long stretch from here to the ground below.

After seeing Louisa for a couple of times she told him a few interesting things. For example, the fact that the murderer rode off on a green bike was true. She knew that the murderer was a man who was a member of the Grasshoppers’ cycling club. He also studied anatomy and had a strange kind of money bag made of human skin.