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Personal Narrative: A Short Story

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Winter was finally coming in Colorado and the sweet smell of Erik's’ Bakery House bread down the street flew into my room, giving my stomach a rumble. Already massive balloons posted every which way down Seventh Avenue, and dancing men with pointed shoes jingled all the way. Tired mothers followed their princess daughters in the upscale Toys R Us, browsing to see the new Barbie Girl dolls down aisle three. Where swirling pools of little curly blonde girls in pink frilled dresses fighting over the same doll. As for me, my flashlight blew out and I’ve misplaced the batteries once again. My whole apartment fell into an abyss. The wood beneath my feet began to blister, as if the floor itself wanted to grab my toes. Of course, my shoes were on …show more content…

My chin began to drift to the left, but no one was there. Only the cold-blooded draft that hugged me dearly, making me want to clasp my legs even tighter. The cry began to become louder and louder. My chest started pounding to the wrestling of unraveling plastic and pattering feet. If only this damn electricity would be turned on I could frighten those furry pest myself. Keys began to jingle at the front door, I didn’t know what to do. I could come up to the owner and tell him a load of hogwash like I don’t have the money with me, yet how long have I pulled that old charm off already? Or I could fight my way through the darkness and find the warm Christmas sun, maybe even start a new life. Suddenly the doorknob clicked and turned. I jumped and raced to the nearest window, but they were all bolted down as if the aged narrowed man knew my next move. The man just had to understand that my terrorist of an Ex wife stole everything from me, even the clothes off my back. Although I do miss my daughter Matilda’s jocosely hiccup of a laugh that helped me forget all the troubles in the world, I have to accept that she’s gone now. From the day I first held her, to all those Goodnight kisses with fairy tales, until the day she walked down the aisle; she always told me to believe in miracles. I was skeptical then, even the day she slowly drifted away from me by her friend leukemia. And I’ll be damned if I find out I'll be cooped

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