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I grew up in the mid nineties on the West Coast along the shores of Oregon. There were many nights of the seeming endless summer where my cousins, siblings and I would spin tales of great horror and gore. Tales of stumbling corpses coming back to avenge their deaths; deals with the devil where the soulless few would meet the worst death’s imaged, conjured up by six preteen minds. Oh, I can still smell the burning firewood, a small fire created by branches we found along the sand and a stolen lighter. We were never supposed to go out on the beach after dark, I suppose it was due to our parent’s afraid we would go out into the ocean and find ourselves being pulled under by the cold waves. Or at least that’s what I used to think. It was†¦show more content†¦Having four bedrooms and two bathrooms the layout of the summer house was interesting. On the upper floor had the kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom that connected in the middle. There was a dining ro om that led out into a balcony that over looked the beach and ocean. Down a flight of windless stairs was the open basement. On the bottom floor was a living room, two more bedrooms and a bathroom in a layout that matched the above floor. Along the living room was nothing but large windows and sliding glass doors instead of walls. There were no blinds on the windows either, allowing as much natural light as needed until dark. When it was dark was when we usually went to bed so it didn’t matter that there wasn’t many lights in the living room to us kids. Since there was five adults, and six kids, there was trouble with deciding on rooming situations. The adults all got rooms naturally, but each summer it was a fight of which kids got the last bedroom. For the longest time us girls got the bedroom simply because we were the youngest. When my youngest brother was old enough to sleep with the boys however, it changed. That summer was the first time I slept in the living ro om. The first few nights went without incident. I made sure to sleep with my back to the windows as the deep black of night gave me the chills. There was something about it that bothered me. I was a rational child, or so IShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative Short Story1538 Words   |  7 Pages Seventh grade, probably dumbest person in the school. Not kidding, take a look at my report card from last semester and you’ll be shocked about how many F’s there are. I also have a really active imagination, so I just love to write and imagine stories in my head. Eileen and I start walking home from school, as I’m trying to look at all of the bruises on my face using my phone’s camera while we walk. â€Å"Okay, girl, you may not be the smartest person in the school, but that was probably the dumbestRead MorePersonal Narrative Short Story1153 Words   |  5 PagesI still remember that fateful day, the day I was Stolen. 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So I decided to leave town, and walk all theRead MorePersonal Narrative Short Story1598 Words   |  7 Pages â€Å"Noooooooooo, I don’t want to!† I yelled. â€Å"I don’t care Emma, I’m going to be gone all night,† my mom said. â€Å"I am not babysitting Ally. I have track tonight.† â€Å"I bet you can make it up another day. You are babysitting your little sister tonight no matter what.† â€Å"No I’m not!† â€Å"I don’t like your attitude Emma! If you don’t babysit your little sister tonight, you can’t do track anymore!† â€Å"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!† Then I ran out of the house slamming the door behind me. My momRead MorePersonal Narrative Short Story1787 Words   |  8 Pagescaught by one of the S.W.A.T. officers. I remember being in a helicopter and being brought to a tower. I was led to a room with a gun pointed at my back, I wanted to run and get my life over with but I knew that my job was more important than my personal wants. 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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