Personal Narrative Fiction

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She sat at the table watching the children eat breakfast. The young mother had just found out that the man she was in love with was in love with another woman. And the worst part was she didn’t know why. She had given up everything for him. They got married right out of high school. Both were local kids. They had dreams like everyone in that area that someday he would work his way up at the coal company and be a manager. He had been working there for 10 years and it didn’t seem that that was happening.
They had wanted to have children. But the kids never came. They had gone to the doctors over in Altoona and were told that it just wasn’t going to happen. The doctors called it Anovulation. Her ovaries were not releasing eggs. There was medication …show more content…
The way the cemetery was set up, the gates at the base of the hill closed at dark, but the steep steps leading up the hill had no gate. Once night fell, we could be pretty sure that we wouldn't be interrupted by police or other “Do gooding” members of the community. After all, we weren’t up there to vandalize the place we were having fun.
There is something strange about a cemetery at night, especially when you get separated from your group and you are all alone. A strange tingling that creeps up your back that I have only felt when being alone in an auditorium. Of course, I believe there was a reason for that, too, but that’s another story. When you are alone in a cemetery at night with a young lady, Other feelings mix with that tingle. We actually managed to play flashlight tag with Charlotte’s friends for 20 minutes before we snuck off into the woods together.
We found a spot just inside of the tree line and outside of the cemetery on the west end. There was no chance of being caught in the beam of the flashlight. From where we were, we could see the “It” person running across the top of the hill looking for his prey and calling names. There was no moon that night. Charlotte and I fell into each other’s arms and made love on the leaf litter in the woods. Trying to contain our moans moans of passion so that we would not be discovered if a friend did happen to wander in our

Personal Narrative Fiction

The Hollow rattled with the passing of another subway train. The myriad of screens flickered and fussed as the train went by, and the sounds of multiple news screens were muted by its rumbling. It never lasted for more than a minute, though. When the train passed the screens came back in all their vibrance. All of them detailed the same thing, too. Plummeting stocks in commodities, rising stocks in securities, and a near perpetual loop of Bastion falling to the ground. Even the Daily Show had their…

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Personal Narrative Fiction

Tera kept hold of OZ as he sailed through the air, her eyes scanning the ground below them for any other signs of the twilights making chase. They had only spotted two, but Tera was never one to just relax and think she was safe before things were really clear. Hell in a way Tera never felt safe, her body always seemed ready for danger, and she even slept with at least two weapons near her every night. It was tiring for sure, but in a city like Ergastulum letting your ground down meant accepting…

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I walked into a big round room that was completely empty. Except, there was a chair in the center with someone sitting it it. The someone was the creator. The creator was wearing a white skirt that seemed to be way too big for them. The creator had their hair tied up in a messy bun. “ I am surprised that you’ve made it. No one has ever--” “ I know, one has ever made it to the promised-milk-and-honey-land,” I said getting annoyed and wanting them to reveal himself. “ Yes, but now since you have…

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“We must separate,” she mentions, “It’s easier to move alone.” “You don’t understand.” “I can take care of myself.” with conviction she says. “You don’t understand,” holding Nurse Ratched and Killer McCestie “This time I’ve got this baby.” he carefully checks out the area. There is water gushing from the many rooftops like a waterfall crashing to the ground, the countless windows are all shattered, or totally ruined, a recognizable sight seen in all the history books. A dream turned reality, in…

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Carl, the lone carbon, awoke with a thud. His eyes dilated with fear. He gazed at the bone marrow crushing and scraping against a cylindrical shiny object. He got out of his cubby and stared at the chaos beneath him. Everything was collapsing. The bone he was in was in complete entropy. At that moment, Carl knew his whole five years in the deer have come to an end. All he could do was stare at the decomposition of his host, his everything. The shattering of his heart pounded him like bricks as he…

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Two weeks had passed and the base remained mostly uneventful. A sad looking, zombie attempted the newly rebuilt fence but was dispatched only after numerous shots to its emaciated body brought it down and its odd looking helmet was removed for the final blow from a baseball bat. The helmet was stuffed with foam batting, covering the majority of its head and face. It was a curious creature but effected little mention outside of casual conversation. All-in-all, it was forgotten almost as quickly…

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Ding dong, the bell rang. I excitedly opened the door and it was my friend Doris. I knew it was her. After she entered the house, she gave me her bag and we went upstairs to my room. When we arrived in my room, she took out her slime and it was in a cute Starbucks cup. The color of the slime was like a white pearl, as if it was from a shell. I took the slime out and started playing with it. Doris and I were playing with the slime, but then suddenly my mom came in! Doris and I fearfully looked at…

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“I’m still so worried about my parents. What in the world am I going to tell my mom to keep her from going crazy again?” Dan, sitting across the aisle from Joan, calmly responded “We’ll figure it out later, we’ll be landing in Albuquerque soon and I’m going to take this time to catch up on some sleep. We have a while to drive once we land, we can figure it out then.” Without a single word, Dan, seemingly instantaneously laid back, and drifted off to sleep. Joan’s brain was running on overdrive…

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All I could do was grab onto the branches of a giant tree. It wouldn’t help my emotions at all. I could hear the screams become louder and louder. I held on even more tightly, someone was coming. I climbed higher, I hoped nobody would look for me up here. I watched as a man dragged a women to the tree and throw her down violently. I woke up to the sound of myself screaming. “Aleshia! Are you okay!?” It was mom. “Yeah, I guess. I just had a stupid nightmare.” I was lying, mom could tell.…

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I hear the front doorbell beckon at 3am. I groggily look up at the door from my stationary position on the couch. “What the hell? It’s 3am! Who, besides me, is still up! It’s wednesday night!” I barked. I get up, shuffle over, and look out the little window on the top of the door that I am barely able to see out of. “No one there, huh, must be some kids at a sleepover playing ding-dong ditch. I should get to bed, I have classes tomorrow. Or, I guess today” *7am the next day* “Crap crap crap! I’m…

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