Abraham Lincoln's Newberry-Personal Narrative

It was a windy, and chilly day in Newberry. The small old town that it was. The air frigid, and the trees bare as though a human is stripped down to its bare bones. The town was desolate except for supper time. The flags on the street would dance back and forth. Some stuck in the iced air. The light poles on the side of the streets would never light. Due to the shattered light bulbs that rarely glowed. For people would drive miles to go to Luke’s. It was basically the only thing open in Newberry. It was a rare diner that it was. It served coffee and donuts all day, and was open all the time. That was unique for Newberry. The town historic yet haloed. The smell of dust, linens, and must lingered in the streets. But the town was desolate, not
But right as I; the actor of John Wilkes Booth pointed the .44 caliber pistol at Griffin; the actor of Abraham Lincoln, it went awry. When I pulled the trigger it shot a real bullet into the back of Griffin’s head. Now all you could hear was silence like a dead heartbeat. Silence, the shrieking of the soul. Silence, where you could even hear a pen
The audience members all waited for someone to say something, anyone. But no one did. Finally, I ran over to Griffin surrounded by a pool of blood, and put my ear by Griffin’s heart to see if it was beating. It wasn’t, it was dead, he had flatlined, like the rest of the people mentally, who couldn’t believe their eyes. Finally, after it seemed like forever, I looked around and screamed call 911. Elisha the young woman in the front row got out her phone and called. We could all hear her describing what had happened as calmly as she could. Five minutes later we all heard a siren, everyone looked around at each other. Then we heard hurried footsteps in the hall scurrying it was the EMT. But right as they got to the door to the audience they knocked. Everyone in the room sat still. Finally, Lorelai got up to open the door and it was locked, she tried the others and locked, they were all locked. At that very moment she fainted due to knowing that she was a witness of murder, one of the many other’s in the room. We will have to go to court, we will have to make statements, we were witnesses in murder well everyone except me. I was the murderer. Those were the thoughts tingling in everyone's mind at the moment. It was like having a foot asleep; no one could think, no one could talk, they were