Personal Narrative Fiction

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It was a cold, dark fall evening. The moon was almost most as bright as the sun. On 32nd Street all the houses were silent except one. This house is where three brothers lived, three brothers that had one horrible fate that would take place on this very night. In this red house the three brothers were fight Dameon, Devin, and Dustin. “Devin how many times did I tell you!” Dustin said. “After you drink all the coffee you need to put more back in.” “How many times do I have to say sorry!” yelled Devin. “Just get over it so you didn't have a coffee before you went to work this morning is that really that big of a deal.” “Guy would you just stop fighting over something so STUPID!”shouted Dameon. “Why don’t you tell him that.” said Devin. “I’m …show more content…
An hour later Daemon had finally gotten through the chest. “Yes!!! I finally got.” Dameon screamed. Inside the chest there was a weird looking book. Candles, knives, and other things that look ancient were also in there. He then opened the book and read the transcript. “ I summon thee, to make thee power of three to send evil within us, and cause deviation to the world.” He chanted. Not knowing what he was saying a cool breeze came in and rushed around him. After that he decided to just go to bed.
The next morning he got up and went down stairs. His brothers were already down there fighting like usual.
“Have you ever thought that I actually wanted a cup of coffee!” yelled Dustin. Seconds later fire flew out of Dustin’s hands, his brothers look at him like he was crazy. After that they all ran upstairs to the attic where the book was.
“This I read this last night.” said Daemon.
“The power will run within you?” said Devin stunned. They went through the book, they realized that they were evil, they were destined to be evil. They then started to read deeper on how to control their so called powers. They all realized that they had special abilities, Dustin could control fire, Devin later found out that he could “evaporate” (Vanish anywhere he wanted to.) And Daemon then soon found out he could shoot electricity out of his

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…

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