Personal Narrative Fiction

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Fiona’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I have a friend who senses...well...ghosts. She’s a psychic medium.”
“Does she read tarot cards or palms?”
“Neither. She communicates with the dead. Since we’ve both seen this evil spirit, I think it would be a good idea for her to come and take a look at your house. I know I would feel better about your living there. I will give her call and see when she can come if you’ll agree.”
Casey lifted her face to the sun to absorb its warmth to think about Fiona’s suggestion.
Fiona sat quietly waiting for an answer.
Although Casey still had doubts, she shook her head in acknowledgment. “All right, Fiona, I’ll do it for you. I hope your friend can tell me if I’m crazy, or I’m not and my house is truly haunted.”
Fiona smiled.
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Could working together to solve Sean’s murder help them build a solid foundation from which to reconstruct their future? A better future.
Saying goodbye had been bittersweet. Excited that Ray volunteered his services, but sadden that they didn’t have the romantic weekend she had planned.
Casey had never believed in fate or destiny until recently. Was Fiona right? Did fate lead her here? The dreams, nightmares, finding the portrait in the attic, even discovering Lacey’s journal had to have a reason, a purpose. If luck were on their side, they would find a way to put the pieces together and find the truth behind Sean O’Malley’s death.
As she headed toward the study, her excitement quickly waned. This house held one possibly two spirits or more and she was all alone. Her body shook uncontrollably.
Exhausted from the scant amount of sleep she had gotten last night, she went to lie on the sofa where Ray had slept. She picked up the pillow and held it to her nose. Ray’s cologne clung to the fabric and brought fresh tears that rolled down her cheeks and onto the pillow. She fell asleep cradling the drenched pillow to her

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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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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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…

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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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