Personal Narrative Short Story - 1191 Words

It was a warm summer day with good air, most kids were out riding their bikes, scooters, etc. or running around, playing tag, yet I was huddled inside, reading a good book. The sun was shining bright, yet the clouds were blocking it, acting like the filter in a juice machine, separating the good stuff from the bad stuff. The clouds let the light come in just enough so it can light up everything, but not enough to make you sweat when not doing draining activities. This made it the perfect weather to play outside (that’s why so many other kids were scootering, biking, etc.), I was gripped in the midst of my book waiting for it to go on, so I didn’t follow the other kids’ lead and go out and play. Finally, my mom got enough of me cooped up in†¦show more content†¦I’m about to take the shot. I’m seconds, no, milliseconds from putting the ball in his goal. Then, out of nowhere, my brother zips into my view. I have no time to react. Just as I sla m the ball with my foot, coursing with blood and energy (i spent all my enormous pile of extra energy on the shot), my brother slams it too. I propel forward, fueled by the extent of power from me and my brother’s putt. I’m put on a trajectory that makes me land right on the spot, precisely on the sharp edge protruding out of one of the bricks lining the border between the grass and our orange tree. Bam!, right as my chin connects with the block, making a penetrating laceration gash, I m knocked out. As I think back to that moment now, I consider that a pretty smart mover of my body/brain’s, I would die unconscious in my faint instead of slowly, with blood oozing out of the bottom of my face at a constant rate. All the turmoil was overwhelming, so I fainted. This comes to show how severe the accident could have been. I may have thought so at that time, but I was in fact not dead (if I was, how could I be writing this?). Anyways, I woke up almost right after I wa s knocked out, the rest went practically flawlessly. As I open my eyes wearily as if I just awoke from a bad night’s sleep, all I see is rotten oranges with mold, spiderwebs, dried leaves, and so on. My brother is arching over me, asking if I m ok. â€Å"Yeah, I m fine.†, I reply. I come to my senses, I push myself up, and pat theShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative Short Story1153 Words   |  5 PagesI still remember that fateful day, the day I was Stolen. It started out as a normal day at school. I’ll take you through the whole story. There is one thing you should try to figure out, who kidnapped me. â€Å"Joey, Wait up!† I yelled out. Why was he walking so fast, and not responding? It’s almost like he’s ignoring me. I started to jog, but he was already gone. I turned the other way to walk home. It was a long walk, for I lived in the country part of town. 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I saw a man his face was handsome but his eyes held the death of hundreds. I knew that my time here was not going to be leisurely. This man began asking me questions such as what I was doing here and why I was running from the S.W.A.T. I ofRead MorePersonal Narrative Essay : A Short Story936 Words   |  4 Pageswhen I open the door of my grandma’s house my grandma asks â€Å"Are you ok?† â€Å"Your face is all red† â€Å"I’m fine,† I say. Then I run to my room trying to hide my tears. Whenever I feel bad I would always read a bedtime story book but not the ones with happy endings. So I grab are small story called anger. There was once a man who kept all his sadness and anger in him waiting to explode and finally one day he couldn’t take it anymore and all that anger exploded the end. After I read it I realized it remindedRead MoreAlice Munros an Ounce of Cure1548 Words   |  7 Pagesstudies make the link between literary techniques such as narrative and storytelling and several other disciplines. Thus, one may find the theories of narrative and storytelling extending up to several major disciplines, such as philosophy, psychology, and literary criticism. In the view of different experts in literary analyses, there is a close connection between narrative or storytelling and the definition of the nature of self and personal identity. The former has been understood as influential