Personal Narrative Fiction

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Flash! Boom! “You added too much sulfur peroxide.” “I realize that now Cindy.” “You should be glad I’m here George. I don’t know how you would survive.” “Ha ha. I’m gonna go clean myself up.” George walked into the bathroom. “Crap, now my hair is green. How long till’ this gets out?” “How did you get in here?” Asked Cindy in the other room. “Who is it?” asked George. George heard a sound, like a little fan. Then he heard it again. “Cindy?” yelled George as he started to walk out of the bathroom. Right as he turned the corner, he was looking down a silver barrel that led to a light in the back. Relying on instinct, George grabbed a test tube off the counter and bashed it on his intruders head, shattering it. George ran down the …show more content…
After a hard workout of getting everything in place, he was done. He stood back and admired his work. Although it was a monstrosity of parts and flashing lights, it was done. Now all he had to do was test it. Suddenly a watermelon poofed into existence right before his eyes. He watched it for two minutes, then decided the time machine worked. He put the melon into the machine and set it for three minutes in the past, right where he was and sent it off. Tired, George decided to head home, satisfied with his test. He laid in his bed but couldn't go to sleep. A sudden thought filled him. A necessity that needed a craving. He always felt this need. But never this strong. Power. What would he do after he got Cindy back? If he released it to the public there would be other people who would do bad things in the world, and he couldn't just throw it away. No, use it for himself and gain so much power and fame. Yes, he wouldn't even need Cindy back. He could just recruit his past self. All he could ever want could be his with just a few presses of buttons. Finally, George had a plan that would certainly work. He went to sleep, excited for what was to

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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Personal Narrative Fiction

“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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Personal Narrative Fiction

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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Personal Narrative Fiction

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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