Personal Narrative Short Story - 1415 Words

When I first walked into Cook’s Coffeehouse, I called out aloud, to see if anyone was there to help me with my situation. Eventually, a young woman walks towards me and asks angrily, â€Å"Why are you here so early? We haven’t even opened the shop for the day. It is too early in the morning.† â€Å"I’m sorry, my parents died this morning, and I am left to figure out my life on my own.† â€Å"I’m sorry about your parents. My friend, her name was Polly Logan, died recently. People are saying that it is a fever. Do you know if your parents died or a fever?† â€Å"My parents were diagnosed by Dr. Benjamin Rush himself. He bled both my mother and father, and said, â€Å"I will send someone over, they shall be sent over every day for two more weeks, and to take†¦show more content†¦While I was thinking, someone yells from the back of the coffeehouse, â€Å"Hey, Matilda. Get to work. The customers are coming soon.† Yelled a woman. I then asked the girl, supposedly Matilda, â€Å"Your name is Matilda?† â€Å"Oh, yes. I guess I never really told you my name did I?† she paused for a moment as I nodded, then continued. â€Å"Back there is the kitchen, and the people in there are my mother and Eliza, our cook. My mother was the person telling me to work, so I got to go.† As she finished I just waved goodbye and sat down at a table, and watched people swarm into Cook’s Coffeehouse. Sitting at the table, and watching everybody else reminded me of the bars that my father would take me to. I’ve only been to a couple bars with my father, when nobody else wants to spend time watching me. Although, in the bars, contrary to popular belief, my father never let me have alcohol, and would only get me some water. At the end of the day, I had seen many people and the many occupations they all had. I saw man y people from different jobs including, fishermen, merchants, importers, and bankers. I heard many stories of people’s families. As night approached, I walked out of the coffeehouse in search of somewhere to sleep. I did not want to go back to my own house because I did not want to catch yellow fever myself. So I decided to leave town, and walk all the way to a farm in the middle of nowhere. Deciding I was doneShow 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