The Dungeon-Personal Narrative

1. The guards carried the prisoner to the dungeon, and threw him in his cell. He sits there groaning in pain, looking around. It’s a basic cell; concrete floors, walls, and ceiling. Its cold, and hard, with a light layer of dust covering the entirety of everything. There was a torch on the wall on the other side of the bars, creating a dim glow, and casting a shadow of lines on the floor. In the distance, you can hear the wails and cries of the other people in this dark place. He didn’t know how long he would be down here for but he knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

2. My stomach dropped and I felt like my throat was closing up from all the nerves, when I heard the music begin. I looked down at my white gown, as my father looped
The boat slowed as we pulled up the the small wooden dock. The anchor was thrown to the side, and the latter was lowered to the dock. We got off the boat and unloaded our luggage that carried all our belongings for the next two weeks. Walking up to the decently sized cottage with white siding, and big French doors, we unpacked our belongings into our honeymoon home, and changed into some swimsuits. The island was privately owed by my new husband’s parents, and no one was on it except for us two. The water was warm and clear and the jungle was humid and desolate, not an animal or human in sight. Leaving this island was already something I wasn’t looking forward to, and it was only the first
The rain came down in a light pitter patter, as I sat on my porch swing with a steaming cup of tea clutched in my hands. A blanket was tucked around my body, preventing the cool air from giving me a chill. The rain washed the cars and houses as it poured down on everything in its path. The smell of the rain only being able to be described as satisfactory as the smell of clean linen sheets. The usually busy neighborhood, being as quiet as a mouse with the exception of the rumbles of the sky. I sat like this all morning, taking in the beauty before it was time for me to go inside and start my day.

6. The sun beat down on my tan skin, as I laid on the white sandy beach in contentment. The clear waves rushed up the shore and made a quite whoosh sound, before receding and continuing in that pattern. The lovely melody of Ed Sheeran’s voice played lightly in the background. People were sparsely scattered along the beach, being only as it is a private beach for residents. It was mid July, so the sun was a little stronger calling for extra sunscreen, filling my nose with its pungent scent. This was only a dream for some some, but my