Historical Fiction And Its Importance On Society

Historical Fiction And Its Importance On Society
Thesis Statement
We all understand the creative element that is in all fictional movies, including movies about
historical figures and events. Historical fiction is one of the most popular film genres. The general
assumption is that it helps people remember and understand history, giving us facts with some
creative liberties. In truth, it is changing the way we see history and thus changing our traditions and
our culture. The paper that follows should
· Explain the reasoning behind creating a historical fictional movie
· Explaining the importance of historical accuracy in fictional films
· Explaining the importance of these films on society
· Explain the negative impact that inaccurate historical films have on society
Historical Fiction and its Importance on Society
We constantly see portrayals of historical events and figures across all forms of entertainment,
whether it be a book, theatre or feature film. We are constantly bombarded with tales of dictators,
gladiators, great wars, lone survivors, myths and legends. We are constantly offered historical fiction
because we enjoy it. We like to see subjects that bored us in the classroom suddenly come to life and
entertain us on the big screen. We like to put a face to the legends that we have read about in
literature. It is something that we as a society use to break away from reality for a moment. The
medium of film has the ability to manipulate these stories to fit the entertainment and
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Meg's Story: A Fictional Narrative
Cold breeze, a sour wind is blowing, leaves falling, dark, foggy sky. A princess, a rocker, a gamer, a
traveler, and cat boy. A group of kids walked from their old run down school in there small old run
down town to the park which was never used. The town was like a ghost town. Very little people
lived around there unless they had no other choice. Molly Kendal was 10 and she was a princess, a
diva, and her family lost a lot of money and even their house when her mom died, Meg Cruise was
15 and loved music, if u didn't see here with earbuds in she was probably sick. Caleb Mendlar was
the oldest at 17, he was a gamer and always talking about video games characters, the group joked
telling him the only reason why they hung out with him was so he would do their homework no
charge. Josie Hart is Meg's step sister, she dreamed of traveling far and away and to never see this
creepy old town again. Jacob Finkle was 14, he was cat ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Meg just stood there knowing she couldn't back out, she reminded her self that if Stacee Jaxx can
find love anything is possible. So she took her snapback and put it backward took a deep breath and
adjusted her long braid. They all stood at the bench and watched Meg walk off to the big gate
locking up something evil. Meg made it to the fence and looked back to see her friends had actually
moved back past the bench. She told them to man up, although she felt as though she were about to
cry while running for her life. It was fairly dark and the trees had started loosing leaves. Meg started
to climb over the fence when she heard someone yell for her to stop. She looked down to see that
Cat buy had started running up to her, she was very confused. He told her she could only go if he
could. Now Meg was more confused the ever, mostly because when ever stuff like this happens he is
always the one to make an excuse that he forgot to feed his cat then run

Short Story: A Fictional Narrative
"Well, believe it or not, it's true." Dean's voice was low as he let go of her arm and leaned back on
the couch. "Though I guess my timing isn't the best for it to sound sincere." "You know someone
wanting to murder me really isn't a good time for anything, if I'm being honest," Rachel tried to
laugh it off, but she was a little breathless and her heart was fluttering just a bit from his touch. The
best time for what to sound sincere? Was there more to that statement than Rachel wanted to
believe? "It got me a date, didn't it?" Dean gave her a little smirk before he flipped the channel and
the eleven o'clock news came on. Rachel really had no idea what to say to that, so she just sat there
and watched the news. It was the usual awful nonsense that was on every ... Show more content on
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They darkened and sharpened, brown turning almost black. His lips curled back almost like a snarl,
showing slightly yellowed teeth, like he was a smoker. There was a moment that Rachel was sure
that he was going to reach out, grab her, hurt her. She was sure that her heart stopped beating for a
moment. Instead, after a long moment, he gave her one last long look, turned, and left the café. The
next person in line started to tell Rachel their order, but she couldn't hear them. The blood pounding
in her ears now that her heart was beating so fast that it was almost painful. Luckily, she was able to
mutter out that someone would be right with them before making her way over to Dean's table,
feeling as if her legs were jelly. "Hey, what's–" the good natured tone dropped out of his voice
immediately and he got to his feet, seeing how pale she was. "What is it? What happened?" "He...he
was here, at the counter," Rachel mumbled out, holding onto the table to keep herself upright. "He
ordered a burger." "Right now," Dean looked over her shoulder and saw that there was a woman
there. "He just left? Don't move I'll be right

Short Story Of Mikey: A Fictional Narrative
Mikey looked up to the sky for a lengthy amount of time. "What are you in for?" he asked, finally
putting his head down. "I'm in here for armed robbery," he answered. Before he could continue, he
was distracted by two prison guards. The prison guards were staring at them, laughing like a family
at a zoo. Then he heard sirens, but he quickly realized it was a part of his hyperactive brain. I really
am crazy, he thought. "I'm sorry for asking." Mikey looked at the ground. "Some people don't want
to talk about that." Travis couldn't recollect the question he was asked. "What? "You were telling me
how you got here." He stopped looking at the ground. "I said you don't have to talk about it." He
took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for stopping; ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He almost forgot to ask the important question. "How did you get here, in this hell hole?" "Did you
watch the news a few years back?" "What do you mean?" "Years ago they called me the teenage
monster." He started to breathe harder. "Years ago, I killed my father; he was abusive. They gave me
life." Travis was appalled by his crime. Who would kill their own father? Then he thought about his
crime, and it wasn't any better. He probably took away someone's father during the brutal robbery.
I'll get better, he thought. Mikey looked at him with another sad stare, and he suddenly realized
where he recognized the stare. It was the same stare his mom gave him before he went to the streets
with any gang that seemed appealing to him that day. He shook his head. I will go to my mother's
grave and apologize, he thought. "
I'm sure you've changed," Travis said. "Yeah, I know the thing I did was horrible, but life is too
much," Mikey said. "I don't think I deserve to be here. His troubled brain wished Mikey didn't say
that because doubt started to roll around in his head again. Of course you deserve to be here, we
both do, he thought. He did his best to shake the doubt from his head; he desperately wished he
could hear the sirens, so he could follow through with his

A Short Story Of Mikey: A Fictional Narrative
Mikey had slammed the front door shut, fists balled at his sides. He was beyond pissed, beyond
pissed at himself. He left Pete thinking he hated him, and all of those people at that business party
are gonna ask him why they left so early and he'll have to bullshit his way out of the conversation.
"Mikey?," Gerard peeked out of the living room his hair discheveled, hickeys lining his throat.
Mikey glared until he'd realized who called his name, eyes softening almost immediatly. "I'm sorry.
It was a bad night," Mikey uttered, kicking his boots off and stepping up the stairs. Gerard followed,
taking a quick peek at the sleeping Frank on the couch. "Frank's sleeping so we have to be quiet..
talk to me." Gerard cocked his hip out, leaning on the frame of ... Show more content on
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Gerard shrugged, the silence so loud he could hear his own heartbeat. "Alot, like.. my brother." He
tucked loose strands of hair behind his ear, propping up on his elbows. "I heard him come home
earlier, I wasn't really asleep.. I'm sorry," Frank bit his lip, taking a spot next to him. Gerard felt the
heat flare up between them, his pulse quickening. "I didn't think you were," Gerard admitted,
sighing loudly. Frank halfheartedly laughed, looking down at his feet. "It's getting cold isn't it?"
Frank hummed in an attempt to break the silence. Gerard looked over at him, expression blank. "If
you're running out of words you don't have to speak," Gerard whispered, wrapping a cool arm
around him. Frank leaned into his touch, looking up at him with content. Gerard met his eyes,
leaning down just a bit to kiss his forehead. "You know this whole challenge thing is stupid." Gerard
frowned, glancing down at his lips. "But we can't work if we're both.. you know, tops." Frank pursed
his lips in thought, sighing after a couple minutes of quiet breathing. "I know." Gerard squeezed
Frank softly, mouth falling open in a

Documentaries: More Realistic than Other Types of Films Essay
Is a documentary always more realistic than fiction film? If so, why? If not, why not? What makes a
film more or less realistic?
In this essay, I will explain why a documentary is always more realistic than a fiction film. I will
show my thesis by exploring elements that influence how realistic a film is: film editing and format,
genre, and transparency. I will use the documentary of Armadillo (2010), by Janus Pedersen, and the
fiction film of The Chronicle of Anna Magdalena Bach (1968), by Danièle Huille as examples.
To begin with, some of the significant differences between documentaries and fiction films are
transparency and aesthetics. Documentaries present existing, authentic narratives supported by
original stimuli of the situation– ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Another example of fictional film elements comes from when the cameraman perfectly records the
Taliban attacking the Danish soldiers. He puts himself in danger: right in the middle of the fight. If
the audience did not know any better, this fight could have been perfectly staged. It is as if the
purpose of Pedersen were to create an entertainment film using a real life situation, rather than to
document a real life event.
Also, The Chronicle of Anna Magdalena Bach is a fiction film that could be considered more
realistic than a documentary of Armadillo's nature. The Chronicle of Anna Magdalena Bach aims to
show the life of Johann Sebastian Bach recounted in second person by his wife, Anna Magdalena.
Although the movie is fictional, Huille uses stimuli proper of documentaries that support the film's
narrative. An example of this comes from authentic letters and manuscripts from J.S. Bach presented
in the film. This provides the audience with a veritable account of J.S. Bach's life; thus, it increases
the film's realism.
Nonetheless, because of Armadillo's transparency, it will always be more realistic than The
Chronicle of Anna Magdalena Bach. Despite the use of extended shots on musical scores and
original J.S. Bach transcripts that make the film resemble a documentary, The Chronicle of Anna
Magdalena Bach is just a reproduction of J.S. Bach's life. No matter how real the film appears to be,
it is a "pseudorealism of a deception aimed at fooling the eye,"

Jungkook's Cruelty: A Fictional Story
Fuck" Yoongi said as he hit his hip at the edge of the table. He clutched his hip and pouted. It didn't
hurt that much. In fact, it was a minor pain, but it was enough to make Yoongi cry. "Daddyyy" he
whined out. Jungkook walked into the room. "What's wrong Gummy Bear?" "Table hurt" Yoongi
pouted. "Aww, my poor baby" Jungkook cooed as he rubbed Yoongi's hip in hopes to sooth the pain.
Jungkook glared at the table and said, "Bad table. Don't heart my baby anymore" which made
Yoongi giggle. Jungkook picked up Yoongi and carried him to the living room. "What do you wanna
watch gummy bear?" Jungkook asked with Yoongi on his lap as he sat on the couch. "Spongebob
please," Yoongi said. On the T.V. showed Spongebob and Patrick blowing bubbles

Fictional Superhero Origin Story : Oliver Queen
Fictional Superhero Origin Story
Superhero Origin Story
Oliver Queen is the son of Lance Queen and Moira Queen. Oliver's sister is named Thea and she is
eleven years old. Oliver is seventeen. The Queens live in Starling City and own a family company
known as Queens Consolidated. The organization manufactures electronic devices. Lance Queen is
the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) at Queens Consolidated. Malcoln Merlyn is a general manager at
Queens Consolidated. Malcoln is married to Rebecca and they have a son named Tommy. Rebecca
dies when Tommy is seventeen years. Tommy is Oliver's best friend. Oliver's parents are not faithful
to each other. Lance has fallen in love with one of his employees named Sara Smoak. After his
wife's death, Malcoln and Moira involve in a secret love affair. The relationship grows and Malcoln
wants to kill Oliver's father to marry Moira. Thea is in high school while Oliver is taking Bachelor
of Commerce at a renowned college in Starling City. During the summer holidays, Oliver
accompanies his father to a recreational trip at the sea. Malcoln has planned to kill his employer by
capsizing the ship. At the middle of the sea, the boat turns over. Fortunately, Lance, Oliver, and the
captain named Roy Harper survives by boarding the safety boat. However, the survivors do not have
any communication device, implying that they cannot call for help. In this consideration, they
desperately wait for any miracles. After three weeks, the amount of food remaining

Compare And Contrast Jekyll And Frankenstein
One way that this double personality is represented in both Shelley's novel and Stevenson's novella
is through the theme of isolation. Both of them have main characters who are disregarded by society
but who also isolate themselves in order to maintain the secret that they are trying to disguise; the
fact that they have immorality in their human nature as well as morality. This is particularly present
in the character of Victor in Frankenstein. He chooses to isolate himself, firstly at the university in
Ingolstadt, when he avoids all contact he can with his family so as to work on the Monster. Later, he
neglects Elizabeth (his cousin and most caring companion) out of fear she will discover his secret.
He also then chooses the remote Orkney ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Where Dr Jekyll and Victor Frankenstein are characters who isolate themselves from society more
than anything else, Hyde is a solid, living form consisting purely of Jekyll's immorality, and is
rejected from society evenwithout any isolation on his part. It is clear from the moment he is first
mentioned in chapter 1, in the conversation between Utterson and Enfield, that he is not someone
that is going to be well liked in the story, especially when Enfield describes Hyde as if 'there is
something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I
never saw a man I so disliked.' Just from this one conversation it soon becomes clear that society has
shut this 'man' out, particularly when it is revealed that the doctors and everyone in the crowd
around the trampled girl in the story feels the same way Enfield does, as if 'they want to kill him'.
The treatment of the Monster in Frankenstein is also very similar to Hyde's as they were both set
around the same time period and the views of immorality were roughly the same, if not worse in
Shelley's earlier

Abortion Vs Abortion In Beowulf
The Killer Within Within each individual, there is a sliver of a killer living deep inside. The most
evident of these is expressed through the action of abortion. In comparison to abortion, Grendel's
attacks in Beowulf blindsides the faultless people of Herot demolishing the town where they reside.
Grendel unremorsefully targets the helpless citizens of Herot while abortion also quarries on
innocent victims leaving emotional, physical, and psychological devastations in its' wake. In
comparison with the emotional baggage that comes along with the attacks on the hall of Herot,
abortion similarly impacts the lives of Americans today. The aftermath of the attacks played out by
Grendel can easily be compared to the lasting effects an abortion can have on numerous lives. The
theme of innocence is best displayed when the author portrays Grendel coming upon sleeping
citizens of Herot. As any vicious monster does, Grendel takes advantage of the individuals who are
asleep and strips the life away from their souls. Likewise, abortion essentially commits the same
crime as Grendel. However, abortion can be delineated as the monster of the real world. To
elaborate, abortion permits the legal act of murder while tacking on distress to those around them as
a result. One key difference among many is the simple point that abortion grants permission by law
to legally seize the life of a child who never even got the chance to take a breath of fresh air. In
addition, some Americans even view

Short Story Of Realm: A Fictional Narrative
I can feel the Fire Monster spread his flames engulfing the whole house. The flames dance
dangerously close, and just before they reach me arms wrap around me and pull me away. All I think
to do is scream, I scream to be let go and I scream for help. "Mila it's okay it just me!" Tessa shouts
over the roar of the Fire Monster. Just as I feel the heat of the fire rise, I feel Tessa's shaking body
against my back. She's always so brave. "We have to get out!" I shout back She nods her head, but
her eyes are drawn to the ceiling where my parents' bedroom is. "They're already out, don't worry
about them." I quickly lie. She nods and I take her hand we take off running. The house seems
endless, we have to double back so many times. "We're gonna die in here Mila." Tessa says sadly.
"No we aren't!" I say frantically. She just gives me a disbelieving look, I look around trying to think
of a plan. Then without ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I promise!" I say desperately. More of the floor around her gives way and in the split second she
takes my other arm. Tessa dangles from my arms, one wrong move and she'll fall into the fire below.
I begin to pull her up, and it takes all of my strength to get her back onto the floor, and I drag her
away from the hole. We've got to get out before the rest of the floor collapses. I try and think back to
all the movies I watched with my Dad, how do the heroes always get out? "The window!" I yell
Tessa looks at me confused "The window! That's our way out! We have to jump out!" I explain
Before she can tell how bad of an idea it is I take her arm and I'm headed to the floor to ceiling
windows in the study. "Mila wait this is nuts!" Tessa says shaking her head "No, it's the only way
out, I have to get you out! We'll go at the same time and we'll land on the grass" I try to reason with
her. Something crashes downstairs and the creaking noises get louder. "Together?" She asks me
"Together." I

A Short Story Of The Holocaust: A Fictional Narrative
Anxiety washed over the poor boy. It was dark, darker than Zerdek had ever know. With each
second that passed, a low mumble could be heard from the corner. Something or someone else was
here with him. Wherever here was. He shut his eyes thinking about the light. Thinking about
anything that would make it seem like he was back at home. Home. He tried to remember the faces.
He tried to remember each of the tree top building. Yet it was a blur. Everything that had happen
with–in the last few hours, day, months was a giant blur from him. He had no concept of time. A
click came from afar, as light came barreling in. Zerdek let out a low growl as he covered his eyes,
unable to adjust to the light quickly enough. Arms reached out and pulled to two ... Show more
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With each fight that he won, he grew one step closer to his freedom. Yet, it didn't seem enough. His
freedom always seemed out of sight. Zerdek slapped his face and walked up to his opponent, Za'zu.
They had trained together for the last few years. They grew a friendship that couldn't be broken. He
punched his fists together and stood ready to fight. Za'zu did the same. They knew each other's
moves, each other's tactics, even their weak points. The fight started with a loud cheer and they
lunged at each other. Something was different about this fight. Zerdek knew where each punch
would land somehow. He knew when to dodge and when to counter. However, Za'zu was doing the
same. They both knew beforehand where the other was going to punch. The fight lasted for hours,
each fighter getting even more exhausted as time passed. He backed off taking a deep breath before
something interrupted the cheering and the fight. A Jedi had barged into the arena, deflecting several
blaster bolts being fired at him. Zerdek looked around as the people scattered, and he did the same.
With the confusion he was able to slip past the arena guards and away from his master. He ran as far
as he could, not looking back. Only stopping to catch his breath for a short while before he noticed
something. The Jedi. He was standing nearby, watching him. Zerdek felt something, something
similar between the two of them. The Jedi came closer, and Zerdek clenched his fists ready for a
fight. "I mean you no harm. I only wish to talk." The Jedi spoke, "I sense something within you. The
force." The Jedi added, extending his hand. "If you will I'd like to train you in the ways of the
force." Zerdek looked over the Jedi for a brief moment before taking his hand in agreement. "If it's
better than here, I'm all in." Zerdek

A Short Story Revealed: A Fictional Narrative
He was tired. So very tired. His hands shook as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Eyes, once
vibrant in their innocence, had dulled to a flat brown.
He had died. Again.
Each time he died a little piece of himself would break off, small chunks at first that had grown in
size each time he fell. There was nothing left in him now.
Scott turned away from the mirror, ashamed of what he had seen. There was too much damage
within him. Too much that couldn't be fixed. He wondered if he wanted to.
His mind flashed to his mother before he shook his head. She told him that he needed to give his
pack hope. Scott fell onto his bed, to exhausted to scream or cry. How could he give them hope
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Scott shook his head again. He couldn't ask for that. Not when there was no time for him to. Guilt
gnawed on his conscience before he sat up. He counted to ten, willing the nausea away. He had to
get up and do something. Anything.
He couldn't get up.
Exhaustion and blood loss kept him on the bed, his body needing time to rest. It felt like another
failure. Another place where he couldn't perform. Frustrated tears sprang into his eyes; he let them
fall. They clouded his vision, allowing him a second to bask in letting go. He pressed his face into
his pillow, letting the tears soak it. Curling up under the covers, as though to protect himself from an
unseen threat, Scott McCall let himself feel. He breathed harshly, unwilling to let his mother know
of his misery.
He couldn't worry her. He wouldn't worry her.
And in the dark, under the protection of his covers, Scott McCall cried. He cried for those he had
lost. Whose names he'd never forget. He cried for those he thought he was losing. His pack, those
he'd call his family. He cried for his mother. The strong and capable woman that she was, knowing
that there would come a time that she too, would crumble. But most of all he cried for

Branson's Story: A Fictional Narrative
Branson walked across the street knife in hand. Branson's coat ruffled in the wind as he went into
the alleyway. Branson looked around for the man in the darkness but could not find him. Minutes
passed and the man was still not there. Branson looked down at his watch. It was 12:56 PM "He was
supposed to be here 15 minutes ago," he said to himself. Then just as Branson looked up he saw
him. It was him. A man dressed in a black suit and a red tie walked up to him. He handed him a bag
full of pills and then started to walk away. Branson enraged started yelling at the man "I PAID FOR
50 NOT 25 GIVE ME 25!" The man kept on walking. Branson crazily leaped forward and stabbed
the man in the back. The knife plunged into him and he fell to the ground. ... Show more content on
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He knew that the police would be here any minute now. He heard sirens behind him he knew there
was no escape now. The police jumped out of their cars and started chasing him down the moonlit
street. He was hit in the back by something hard. Then he passed out. He woke up hearing his name
being yelled in his face "Branson Addison, Branson Addison, Branson Addison, do you hear me!"
Branson said "Yes I do." sleepily. "Ok good, my name is Bud Lachlan I am the warden here," said
the man. "Where am I?" Branson said shocked. "This is the Theodor Insane Asylum. You were
arrested for the attempted 2nd–degree murder. But, found not guilty by reason of insanity so you
were sent here" said Bud. Branson was shocked but before he could say anything two escorts carried
him away into his dark prison cell. He was kept in there for 12 hours. It was a miserable place it was
dark, damp, and had a disgusting odor of human

Worm Holes: A Fictional Story Of A Boy
They did it! They finally did it! The wormhole was open and it was stable. The scientists had
seconds to celebrate before a figure fell through the wormhole to the floor of the room. They all
leaned over the control pad to look through the bulletproof glass. The figure tried to move, but fell
back to the floor. The head scientist, Travis, ran to open the door after one of the others said it
looked like a human boy. The second the door opened, every occupant of the room heard what
sounded like a distress call in their minds. No one knew what language it was in, but they could tell
whatever was making it was in trouble. "What is that?!" Casey yelled covering her ears in a vain
attempt to bock out the sound. "It has to be him!" Travis yelled back, pointing to the boy in the
room. He ran to the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. The noise got louder as the boy rolled over
to face him. The boy's messy silver bangs hid his eyes partially, but he could still see that his eyes
were also silver. The boy blinked and and wiped his hair out of his eyes. His pupils were thin and cat
like and there were faint orange rings in and around them. His eyes focused on Travis and the sound
stopped. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The boy's ears twitched, drawing Travis's attention. His ears were long and pointed and twitched
back and forth to catch sound. He heard the voice in his head again. He still didn't know the
language, but somehow he knew it was asking who he was. "My name is Travis," he answered. The
boy was silent for a moment before he said aloud in thickly accented English, "My name is Novis."
And in his own language, "help me up." Travis felt his body move without thinking. He took Novis's
hand and helped him off the ground. When he was stable on his feet, Novis looked over at him and
it seemed like the orange in his eyes was

Story Of A Black Girl: A Fictional Narrative
Selina struggled to break out of her handcuffs as she cried out, hoping someone could hear her. The
room was pitch black as she began to cry, trying to get out of the chair in any way, hoping the
screws would bent or break. She knew it was useless, she wasn't that strong. But she wouldn't let
Bruce have what he wanted so easily. She would fight him. Fight his grasp, fight everything, even if
it meant letting him do it. She would not enjoy one bit of it. With that in mind, she heard the door
open and a blinding light from the stairway before the room was illuminated by the ceiling lights as
he flicked the switch on. She blinked away as her eyes began to adjust. Bruce was standing there,
holding his black suitcase, as he turned around and closed the door before walking over to her. He
laughed as she started to move again, trying to get away from him, as she was locked into place.
"Now now, Selina. You know better" he laughs, opening the suitcase as he leans inside, going
through random items as he pulls three packaged dildos out. Selina widened her eyes as she stared ...
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Let me go you loser! When I get out of here, I'll report you to the police!" she screamed. He just
laughed as he slid the dildo down to her pussy and slammed in a few inches inside of her. She cried
out as she felt it enter her, digging inside of her as tears began pouring down her cheeks. "Stop, no!
Don't! I don't want this!" she yelled out as she began to squirm again, even knowing it was no use.
Her pussy was becoming wetter, slicker, as he pushed half the dildo inside of her. She screamed out
again, hoping someone, anyone would hear her. But even that was just a feeble attempt. It was much
too late, and her house was in the dead of nowhere. He laughed as he watched the dildo struggle to
get in any deeper. "And here I thought you were a slut. Hell, I can barely fit this one in. How am I
gonna fit my cock inside of you?" he chuckled as she looked at him with tear stained

The Sicilian Falcon: A Fictional Story
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. "Basilo," Sergio hollered up the stairs.
"It's for you. It's Ale, and he sounds serious." As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was
not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice evening at home, not another stupid
adventure with Ale. Thirty minutes later, however, Ale's red Maserati swung into our driveway, and
he was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I
walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. "Oi
Basilo, get in. We have problems," Ale stated plainly, making it obvious something was really going
down. "What's the deal?" He questioned, striding ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
"This is your first and most difficult challenge. The lady at the front is gonna search us all, as
protocol from visiting a prisoner. Better hide that lighter," Basilo let go of his arm, feeling the
unbalanced pressure of scarred skin, and pushed through the door himself, "We'll be waiting outside
for ten minutes to take you home." As Basilo and Ale left him behind in the cell block, Ganix began
to think. Where could he hide a lit lighter on his person. A coat pocket would burn, as it was made of
a fine linen, and his pants did not have pockets to hold the Zippo, he had a boot knife for that exact
reason. Lighting his clothes on fire wouldn't do him much good. He sat down against the hard,
uncomfortable wall, and slid down it, cradling the lighter in his hands, pondering what to

How Is Daisy Portrayed In The Great Gatsby
The Great Gatsby, and it gives us an insight into the gender roles of past WW1 America. Throughout
the novel, women are portrayed in a very negative light. The author's presentation of women is
unflattering and unsympathetic. The women are not described with depth. When given their
description, Fitzgerald appeals to their voice, " she had a voice full of money", their looks "her face
was lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes, and a bright passionate mouth", and the way in
which they behave, " 'They're such beautiful shirts' she sobbed", rather than their feelings or
emotions, for example, Daisy is incapable of genuine affection, however she is aimlessly flirtatious.
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Daisy misleads Gatsby in thinking she is going to escape with him and leave everything behind even
though she has no real intention of doing so. Her middle name Fay means "fairy" which epitomizes
her carefree, ethereal manner, as well as envisaging a flitting personality, which ties into her lack of
loyalty. Ann Massa cites, "Daisy's lack of depth and passion leads her to flinch from the real
emotion and profound inner vitality which Gatsby's life style struggles to express." She does not
deal with the aftermath of her affair with Gatsby; she did not attend his funeral, abandoning him in
his death, and left Nick to "clean up the mess she had made. " She also says to Gatsby, "I'd like to
get you in one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around." This suggests that she
wants to escape with Gatsby, without confronting Tom with their affair. Daisy's presented with the
inability to take responsibilities for her actions, and this leads to the mistrust Fitzgerald reflects
throughout the novel. Like Jordan, Daisy is a careless character, as the accident with Myrtle shows.
She is careless because she had been born into wealth and she had an endless resource of men who
continually spoil her. However in spite of all her faults, Fitzgerald presents her with ingenuity as she
is clearly cynical about the position she is in, and this is epitomized when she comments "the best
thing a girl

Write A Fictional Story For Kids Analysis
How to Write a Fictional Story for Kids
Kid are encouraged to read from a very early age. Even before they can read on their own, parents
read to them. When it comes to children's fiction, adults who write it often have an extraordinary
imagination. They have to be able to imagine what would be interesting to a child who is very young
if they want to write for that age group. Older children are a little easier to write for, but still it is not
easy. Either way, you have to be able to relate to the child, and this is often a little hard for adults. If
you love children and you want to learn how to write a fictional story for kids, there are a few things
you should remember while you are writing.
Variety Rocks
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They remember what it was like to be a child. They remember what entertained them when they
imagined themselves doing wonderful things. They remember what it was like to get frustrated by
the things they could not do as a small child. They remember what it was like to be a tween caught
between wanting to play with dolls or trucks, and feeling pressured to "act their age". They have
kids who remind them what it was like to be a child. They see the imagination of the kids around
them and all the possibilities that it opens up. They are children at heart and as adults still hang onto
the kid within us all. If you have this ability, then you should be able to think like a child however, it
is important that you use the words that their young souls will understand.
Avoid Slang and Adult Terms
Kids today may totally understand the meaning behind slang. They probably know better words than
you to say what they want to express, especially if you are writing for an older child. However, if
you use these words today in your story, it may bring a little extra humor to it, but in 10 years' time,
the word will not mean anything to the person who reads it. It is best to stick with simple language
when you are writing for kids. Then if you truly create a wonderful story for the children, your book
will be great throughout the years.
Step Outside of the

Personal Narrative: A Fictional Story Of A Dog
It was a warm sunny summer afternoon, we were driving down a busy road when all of a suten my
sister yelled, '' Mom can we go to the pet store to just look at the animals!'' my sister Maddy yelled.
''Sure but we are not doing to get anything'' my mom told us.
We pulled into the parking lot. We all got out of the car. I walked to the door and opened it, the first
thing I saw was is a pen with a lot of puppys. All of my sisters and I walked over to the pen.
''Ahhh look how cute they are, They are fluffy and small!'' I said quietly.
When I looked in the pen I saw a little puppy curled up in the corner, his eyes were shut and he
looked so lonely. Picked him up and right when I picked him up I fell in love with him. I showed
him to my sisters.
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'' No I told you we are not going to get him, but he is very cute'' mom told us girls.
'' Please mom we will do whatever you want us to do like do chores, Just please get him'' we all
begged.
'' I will think about it.''
We left the store, on are way home we were talking about the dog, how excited to maybe getting
him and we can play with him. We got home from the pet store. We all sat on the couch.
'' Girls if we get the dog Jerry and I can't go on are trip to mackennal, so we will have to chows.''
'' Mom I want to get the dog'' maddy told her. Kesslyn and I felt bad because then my mom wouldn't
be able to go on her trip.
'' Mom you guys should go on your trip'' kesslyn and I both said.
'' No it is fine you guys can get the dog.''
That night I was thinking about the time when I got my dog Charlie, it was about 4 years ago. We
when to the pound and we were walk up and down the rows of dog cages. when all of a suten we
say Charlie. His name at the time was Terry. Then we decided to get him and my grandma got us
him.
Then I went to bed.The next morning we got up got ready and went back to the pet store. When we
got there the dog I wanted was still there, so I was very

Comparing The Book Frankenstein By Mary Shelly
For my dissertation I will be comparing the books Frankenstein by Mary Shelly, The Strange Case
of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and finally 1984 by George Orwell. All three books I believe share a
common theme which will be the subject of my dissertation. They all hold many themes but the
main ones I will be looking at are the perils of playing god, abuse of power, and lastly manipulation
and control.
One of the main themes of Frankenstein written by Mary Shelly in 1816 is the fall of man which can
be found in all three of the books in my dissertation, how man tries to progress in science or society
but ends up making the situation worse. This can be found in many books and in real life situations
which leads me to think trying to improve yet ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
While undoubtedly the biggest theme running through Frankenstein is the perils of playing god and
how that can backfire, another large theme is parental neglect and irresponsibility which can also be
found in again Jekyll and Hyde and 1984. Sadly parental neglect can be found throughout human
history which again makes me think it could be a metaphor for something bigger. It could be how
people always have a secret dark side; maybe it's that side of us which can be to blame for all the
wrong things in society? Or maybe that's just another excuse to be the bad guy.
Victor Frankenstein's quote can also be compared with a quote from Robert Louis Stevenson's Dr
Jekyll and Mr Hyde narrated by Dr. Jekyll himself. In this next quote it shows again the total lack of
responsibility that we first saw in Frankenstein.
"I hesitated long before I put this theory to the test of practice. I knew well that I risked death; for
any drug that so potently controlled and shook the very fortress of identity, might, by the least
scruple of an overdose or at the least inopportunity in the moment of exhibition, utterly blot out that
immaterial tabernacle which I looked to it to change. But the temptation of a discovery so singular
and profound at last overcame the suggestions of alarm." (Chp.10 Pg.54)
As previously shown, Dr. Jekyll completely ignores his own knowledge in that if that potion had
gone wrong (an instant death rather than split personality disorder) he would've died. He

"Sweet! Let's go then, I'm tired as fuck." "Alright." They said good night to the rest of the creatures,
and headed up the 2 floors they needed to get to their room. "Pray to Jesus himself there is no vomit
smell or planes flying over this room now." Aleks said just before he swiped the card down to
unlock it. "I'm praying." James connected his fingers and immitated someone praying towards the
sky. With a satisfying click, the red little light turned into green, and Aleks pressed the handlebar
down to open it. He took a few steps inside, and stopped in his track when he got a glance of the
room. "Oh my god." He muttered under his breath, and James tried to look over his shoulder in
curiousity. "What is it? Move so I can see!" He grabbed Aleks' arm, and pushed ... Show more
There was no sofa in the room, so there was no other escape than to sleep in the same bed. It was not
that any of them had problems with sleeping in the same bed as friends, but Aleks' and James' past
had been complicated. A small chuckle escaped James lips and he scratched his neck. "Seems like
we'll have to relive the past for a little while here." "I guess so." Aleks' answered and sighed silently.
"Let's just get going." James nodded, and they began to unpack their things so they could go to bed.
Silence fell over them as they did it, no one said anything to the other. They didn't even bother to
turn the TV on, they just automatically did their ritual before they eventually crawled into bed next
to each other. It wasn't necessarily an awkward silence, but it wasn't a comfortable either. It was just
silent. Their past had been pretty troubled. The relationship between the boys wasn't the most simple
thing one could imagine. The little thing they had going on was not something that anyone could
know about. There had always been something between them both, and they had always been trying
their hardest to hide

Compare And Contrast Hyde And Frankenstein
Dantès is also shown to be similar to Frankenstein and Jekyll, in that the three are unable to escape
from their creations. Dantès and Jekyll are trapped more so than Frankenstein, as they are the same
person as their creations, whereas Frankenstein is trapped by being unable to bring himself to create
a female creature due to the effect it may have on society. Frankenstein's identity is called into
question here, as he becomes almost defined, in the Creature's eyes, as being unable to keep his
word. The Creature's words show a parallel between himself and Hyde and Frankenstein and Jekyll:
"You are my creator, but I am your master – obey!"
The verb "obey" causes the creator's identities to be reduced to that of slaves: Frankenstein is forced
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When Dantès is imprisoned, he loses his name, Hyde is known solely by his appearance, and the
Creature is never given a name. This contrasts with the socially accepted Monte Cristo, Henry Jekyll
and Victor Frankenstein. Their names allow them to be accepted by, not forgotten about, shunned, or
left incapable of joining, society. Unlike Hyde and Dantès, the Creature is never named. He is
constantly referred to as a "creature" and a "miserable fiend." This mainly comes through
Frankenstein's point of view, which suggests that the Creature's monstrousness stems from
Frankenstein's perceptions of him and the way he is originally presented to the reader. Had the novel
been written from his point of view, it can be suggested that the Creature would not be viewed as
such a monster by society, and readers would have more sympathy for him. The absence causes him
to be dehumanised in a similar way to Dantès, who is renamed "Number 34." Hyde, however, is
named, allowing Jekyll's view of his alter–ego being "natural and human" to be more accepted by
society. Hyde's naturalness can said to be due to his evilness as he represents the 'original sin' found
inside all of us. Dantès and the Creature are shunned by society when they are without a name
because they are distanced from society. Whilst Dantès' distance is literal as he has been taken away
from Marseille, the Creature's distance remains figurative – he follows Frankenstein and is in fact
very close to society. His distance stems from his hideousness and the absence of a name to
introduce himself by. He is left to forge his own identity which comes as an incredibly hard task.
Modern readers have felt sympathy for the Creature in his struggle to be accepted: Shelley's use of
his point of view in the novel aids this, however at the time of writing, readers generally viewed the
Creature as a

Michael's back hurt from sleeping on the hard wooden chair but he didn't mind since he was well
rested. He sat up cracking his back. It was still dark out. He noticed there was a note left on his
chest. 'We all went out on the boat to see the sunrise. Be back by noon – Ashton'. Michael didn't care
that they left him he never cared for boats. He stumbled half awake up the stairs making his way to
the bedroom him and the boys were supposed to share. He turned the corner and opened the door.
Michael froze when he was met with the site of Harry Styles half naked sprawled out on the bed.
The only thing covering him was a pair of navy blue pants that cut off just above the ankle. "S–
sorry! I though this was my bedroom." Michael stuttered. Harry ... Show more content on
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Was it too fast?" Harry asked. Michael nodded sheepishly. He began to rub soft circles into
Michael's back trying to calm him. He held Michael for several minutes in pure silence. Harry
looked down at Michael's now open eyes and staring into them he knew he was indeed his anchor.
When Michael woke up the sun had risen. He was alone in Harry's bed now but the shower was
running. He untangled himself from the sheets and slid back on his clothing. His bare feet pattered
against the wood floors as he walked down the short dark hall to his room. He stumbled back as he
bumped into something. He couldn't tell what is was in the dark. Two hands grabbed his shoulders
holding him in place. "There you are." The voice grumbled. He swallowed thickly realizing it was
Zayn. He jerked away but Zayn kept his hold tighter. "I know what you did. Stay away from him or
I will make your life a living hell until your fucking contract ends." Zayn hissed into Michael's ear.
"I'm not scared of you." Michael said. Zayn narrowed his eyes and shoved the boy

Racism In The Fictional Story 'Desiree Baby'
In the fictional story "Desiree Baby" illustrates a married white couple dealing with their half black
son. Soon the father does not accept that their baby is black. The father disowns his son as well as
Desiree, but little does the husband know that he has part slave in his blood. Desiree foreshadow the
theme of racism being wrong to develop a memorable plot. Early in the story, the reader learns
about Desiree having a mixed baby. In a way Desiree subtly hinted at Armand, the husband that
their child is not white. Armand pays no mind. Desiree's mother was the first clue when she sees the
baby and notices that it is not fully white. The moment comes more evident after three months of the
child being born there was a awful personality change

Analysis Of Maddy Whittier's Life
Eighteen–year–old Maddy Whittier lives her life in a bit of a bubble. This can be a cliché for some
people but for Maddy, it's much more than that. SCID is the acronym for "Severe Combined
Immune Deficiency" and victims of this dreadful disease must live in isolation from the outside
world for fear of germs and contamination that can lead to death. This describes Maddy's world
where she lives at home with her mother Pauline (who is also her doctor) and Carla, her long–time
nurse and friend. Maddy seems resigned to a lifetime of books, movies, and board games in her
sterile but safe home. Her over–protective mom dotes on her and there's no denying the deep love
they share. With the death of Maddy's brother and father many years before

Film Analysis Of Mr Burns
Mr. Burns, a Post Electric Play addresses the importance of storytelling and common memory as
unifying tools. From fireside tales to grand operas, stories symbolize the preservation and
progression of society. Sharing a cultural history establishes bonds that, in a post–apocalyptic
situation, could be the difference between life and death. In translating the narrative of this
production into a film, it is imperative to retain these major themes. Manipulating mise–en–scene
through setting, lighting, and costuming can effectively direct the audience's attention in such a way
as to communicate the consolidating impact of entertainment in society. The first aspect of setting to
be considered is the choice between making use of existing locales as opposed to constructing
settings of one's one, digitally or manually. In Act I, the setting is predominantly tame and subdued.
As the play progresses, however, the sets become exponentially more complicated. Thus, the
exposition of the film adaptation should be set in an existing forest, particularly one that is
expansive and contains towering trees. A location such as this, alongside the proper manipulation of
other variables, would portray the emptiness of the world after experiencing a rapid decrease in
population density. Additionally, the towering trees and the frightened, lonely actors beneath would
communicate the threat of nature asserting its dominance over humankind. As the film changes
settings, they should becoming progressively more elaborate and manufactured in appearance. The
stage on which the second act takes place should be filmed in some sort of urban wasteland, such as
a desolate parking lot or an empty business office. The found nature of the location solidifies the
main characters as a variety of scavengers, and enables the inclusion of low–level engineering
employed in the play. The props in use should appear as though they were reclaimed from the
wreckage, and be slightly exaggerated in color. Lastly, the final act should take place on a stage that
is larger than life alongside fantastical contraptions and outrageous colors. This cements not just the
ability of the survivors to continue surviving, but also reveals sophistication and the

The Story Of Elena Retli: A Fictional Narrative
Elena Retli never really cared for the sunrise. In fact, she despised it. All her children would be
asleep by now, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She remembered when she used to give a damn
about when the sunrise, when it used to actually meant something, like a new beginning, Elena's old
age seemed to finally be catching up with her, mentally of course. The cement was slightly numbing
as she exhaled a puff of smoke. She sighed as she looked down to the people below. They all had a
life to carry out. Someone would care if they disappeared suddenly. She on the other hand would
have people out of a job if she died. Elena needed to do something again. Something with a lot of
action, something that would start a chain of events to spiral out of control for centuries. As soon as
I finish this cigarette, I'll find some mortal to cheer me up. Chapter One Amilty ... Show more
You said you wanted action well I have something for you to do if you just listen and drop the glare,
your making Amilty very nervous." Ross said gently. He swayed to the song playing over the
speaker. Elena took a black dress of the rack and folded it over her arm. "My friend," Ross started
before he was interrupted by Elena. "Pet," Elena hissed at him. Ross continued ignoring the pet
comment "My friend is being stalked by a creature you really like tearing apart." Elena's eyes light
up. "Ross, I don't see why you are bothering with your friend," Amilty snarled "she clearly isn't
interested in helping anyone but herself." Amilty had enough with the baiting. There wasn't any
reason for her to help them. Chapter three Elena That pathetic mortal dare to say I didn't care. Well
of course I didn't care about her pathetic life. I could end her little miserable short mortal life in a
few seconds. Does she even know who she is talking to? Elena mentally screamed in

Martin's Story: A Fictional Narrative
"Hello, Martin," she said, and laughed, and pushed the Stop button. Martin quivered, and with a
shaky voice, asked "Who are you?" The lady looked confused as to if Martin should have known her
name. Martin now somehow recognized her a little bit more when that expression hit her face, but
he was still clueless. Martin yelled a bit louder "Who are you, tell me now!" The woman replied
"Martin, I should have told you earlier, I am your mother." Martin was speechless, the whole time
that he was saying these horrible things about this woman, it was his mother. Who was she? How
did she find him? Could it really be? Well, that did not matter right now because he was stuck in an
elevator with this woman. Martin panicked and immediately started to

A Short Story Revealed: A Fictional Narrative
I nodded my head deftly as he held me in his arms. He only needed one as I sat there in his grip. I
almost felt like a child being held like that, sitting on his arm.
"Come on you two," he said, waving at Prompto and Ignis, before turning around.
"Um...aren't I heavy?" I questioned Gladio.
"Not really, why?" He asked, following Noct a little way.
The fog at this point had gotten worse. I was kind of glad that Gladio had me. It kept me from
tripping over anything.
"We've got the beast in our sights." Gladio said, pointing to the behemoth's silhouette.
"But no plan of attack. The behemoth should be headed back to its lair, where we can catch it fully
off guard." Ignis said.
"Yeah, as long as we stay on guard ourselves." Noct agreed.
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We kept following the behemoth, mostly staying on the right and keeping a bit of a distance so it
wouldn't sense us.
"Don't be stupid," he said bluntly, keeping his eyes peeled and pointed forward.
I didn't say anymore; I didn't know what to else to say. I then felt as if we were being followed, I
glanced behind me to only see Ignis, but there was no one behind him at all, at least not that I could
see with this fog.
"How much further do you think?" I asked, gripping lightly at his shoulders.
I couldn't quite see the beast anymore, but I could hear it.
It was much longer until we saw the beast, leap up over some rocks and disappear behind them.
"That's the spot." Gladio said.
We came up to another familiar spot, a small space to get through, the last time Gladio got stuck.
I tried not to laugh as I thought back to it.
"Think you can fit, big guy?" I asked.
I heard him grumble, and he set me down, "You guys should go first. Don't want you guys stuck
behind me." He said.
Noct was the first one to shimmy through. Next was Prompto, then Ignis. I looked back at Gladio
and he gestured for me to go ahead.
"It's alright. I'll be right behind

Letters from the Samantha
An interesting short story is "Letters from The Samantha" by Mark Helpin. This story
tells the fascinating tale, in the form of never sent letters, of an ape brought aboard an iron–hulled
sailing ship in 1909 by Samson Low, the ship's captain. Although the author makes a point to tell the
reader, through Samson Low, that the animal does not symbolize anything or mean anything, in fact,
"He stands for nothing" (280), several arguments can be made to contradict this. One
could argue that the ape symbolized the untamed and rarely used wild side of Samson Low through
a comparison of their personalities, appearances, and the way they are treated by others. Samson
Low was a captain of a ship owned by the Green Star Line. He ... Show more content on
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He is listless " (280). For the first time the captain has headaches' on the same journey he has
taken aboard an ape. The heat my be partially to blame but the guilt he feels of not living his life as
he secretly wants to could also be a factor. The ape also imitates what Samson Low does. When
Samson offers his hand to the creature, "In imitation, he put out his arm, looking much less
fearsome." (277). The captain and the ape act as if they are communicating on a different,
more primitive level. At times, the crew's behavior is primitive as well. Their reactions change
throughout the story. At first they fear the ape as a wild creature until the captain "tames' him.
"The crew has divide into two factions–those who wish to have the monkey shot, and those
who would put him in his boat". (274). Because they do not understand him they wish to be
rid of him. The next stage is acceptance and approval. After the creature comes down from the
rigging and takes the captain's hand, "the crew cheered and laughed" (277). Now that
they no longer fear him, they enjoy his novelty as a kind of pet. They write home and describe the
ape with some pride; they are the ones who have this animal and have conquered him. The next step
is indifference. The crew ignored the ape where they had had such

A Short Story Of Zayatz: A Fictional Narrative
slowly at Zayatz's presence. "You all done?" His voice was strained. "I think so." "You better be."
"I'm sorry." "Just– drink this." He reached over for the water and passed it back to Zayatz. "Forgot to
give it to you earlier. I really don't want another dead body on my hands." Osborne pressed his
forehead against the steering wheel with a sigh, closing his eyes. "I should have known this was
going to happen," he muttered. "You don't just feed junk to someone after two months of–" He cut
himself off, groaning and rubbing his temples. It didn't look like the coffee was doing much for him.
"Do you think.. we.. can find somewhere to stay?" Looking outside, it seemed like they were in the
middle of nowhere. He didn't even know what state they were in at this point. "No. We have to keep
going." Osborne turned the engine back on and pulled a cigarette out of the box he'd thrown into the
passenger's seat. Zayatz wondered how long it'd take for him to go through that carton and the two
in the backpack. There was the clink of a lighter and the smell of smoke pervaded the ... Show more
Gas would drain whatever money Osborne had. And then what? Still, he wouldn't try to remind
Osborne of this. He probably just didn't want to admit it, and pissing him off was the last thing
Zayatz wanted to do. Besides, he wasn't here to survive. If Osborne wanted to drive them into a
corner, so be it. Fall asleep at the wheel and kill them both? Fine. Yes, Zayatz hated and feared
Osborne more than anyone. He felt disgust and shame and everything in between at their shared
existence. His very autonomy was stripped away every time Osborne gave him orders, he couldn't
even make eye contact unless Osborne demanded it because of the primal fear that caused his whole
body to numb. But Zayatz was here because there was only one thing he feared more than the other,
being alone

Isak's Story: A Fictional Narrative
He had a blank face on but it did nothing to ease Isak's nerves because it was just feeling like a calm
before the storm. Then he finally talked. "So, we did a little research about you and found out that
you father is really something. And I'm guessing that's what fueled your little act this morning huh?"
Now he had a little mocking smirk on and while it looked quite good on him it was equally scary.
Isak wanted to tell him how wrong he was but he felt like if he opened his mouth he would just
anger him more. He was just hoping they would hit him a few times and get over with it. Honestly
this was his first real encounter with a bully so he didn't know how things went. He had heard about
Even but it was just bits and pieces of him beating

A Short Story Of Saint Anthony: A Fictional Narrative
As soon as me and dad got back from saint Anthony's, we had a feeling in our stomach that some
thing bad happened and that it had to do with Erik. "Mr. Fisher it seem that your boy has chosen to
fight the evidence and say that he did not kill Luis." As soon as that happened, dad linked eyes with
Erik and the cop with Erick left. Dad yelled, "what the hell do you think your doing" Erik shrugged
"does any body else now about this. Erik looked at dad with a face I've never seen before, Dad
turned the local news on and BANG todays headline Fisher denies the hook. Dad took Erik by the
hair and pulled him to his room. Mom was watching the whole time but she didn't care. "Paul honey
there are some people how want to see you" I looked out to the lawn ... Show more content on
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No one talked but one thing that was funny was that Erick was wearing a white shirt, he never wears
white thing. Erick kept walking and that when Tino studded up. Tino was scared but Erik was
nerves. " I just want to say Tino that I'm very sorry for what I did." But that when I saw why Tino
was scarred there was a big bag behind his back. Would Erik now try to kill Tino but that's when the
sliding door opened it was mom and dad. Tino ran like there was no tomorrow to mom. "Help me!
He is trying to kill me." Mom said in a silk voice "no he is not today wile you guys were out I got
the home owners club to buy some of those golden dawns tangerines to plant by the pond."And wile
I was there I also got some golden dawns to eat." That's when Erik gave use all a golden dawn to
eat. And that when Erick said "Tino I am sorry that I punched you and you now about what I did and
all, I hope you can forgive and by the way tomorrow I'm going to the police satiation and tell them
what I did to ever one. Tino said nothing but you can tell by the way his face was that he forgave
him as long as Erik did what he promised. That when ever one got there sweat golden dawn ready to
eat and me, Tino, henery, victor, tiaras, mom, dad and Erik all took one bi bite out of it at the same
time that's when I

Eli was in the shop checking on the shipment that had come in this morning. Glad to see that the
parts he had ordered for his current restoration project were all here and in good condition. This put
him in a great mood.
He was about to head out of the shop to check in at the front desk when Mike caught up to him.
"Tandy just called."
"Augh. What now?"
"She didn't say. She just said to have you call her."
"Yeah I'll get right on that." Eli didn't bother to reign in the sarcasm.
Mike chuckled and shook his head. Eli smirked.
"At least she didn't sound pissy for a change," Mike said.
"That my friend is not always a good omen."
"True. Anyway, I'm heading out for lunch. Can you cover the front?"
"No problem. Can you bring me back something?"
"Of course." Mike sauntered out. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He didn't recognize the number so he answered it without reservation.
"Hello."
"Eli, it's me."
Eli groaned. He should have expected that if she couldn't reach him through the shop she'd keep
calling him until she found him.
"Hello Tandy, what can I do for you?"
"I wanted to call you with the good news."
"Okay, what's up?"
"I'm pregnant."
Eli rolled his eyes. This was the first time he'd talked to her in months. The exchanges with Addison
had been done with her mother so there had been no interaction between them. He'd been glad that
he hadn't had to deal with her since the last time they were in court.
"Eli did you hear me. I'm having a baby."
"Yeah, I heard. I'm happy for you. And Luke I assume."
"Don't be a jerk Eli."
"I'm sorry, but you have to admit it's an honest question."
"Yes it's Luke's." Tandy replied in a huff.
"Why are you calling me about it?"
Scratching his head he couldn't fathom why she thought he should be made aware of this

Herman Melville 's Bartleby, The Scrivener
Herman Melville's Bartleby, the Scrivener
Born in New York City on August 1st, 1819, Herman Melville led a life that commenced in partial
fame and success, but ended in poverty and despair. Although unjustly criticized for the
"purposeless extravagance" and "disorderliness" of his writing, due to his digressions into many
different topics while discussing a single one, especially in his most celebrated novel today, though
most criticized and unappreciated in his time, Moby Dick, Herman Melville is considered one of the
most important figures in American Literature today. Herman Melville "is the most Shakespearean
of our authors," according to Herald Bloom, an American literary critic. Other literary critics deem
his works "the most crucial achievements in American literature," and "literary creations of a high
order – blending fact, fiction, adventure and subtle symbolism." Melville communicated his genius
not only through his impeccable use of language and engrossing creation of plot, but also and
mainly through his development of more than merely unique or odd characters –characters he called
"original." Noting Melville's view of himself as an author, more than that of himself as a person, is
significant to the understanding of his notion of the "original character," and to the understanding of
his literary "original" characters. It is especially essential to the understanding of one of his most
intriguing fictional characters: Bartleby. In his short story Bartleby, the

What Makes A Monster? Essay
What defines a monster? Is it their grotesque, unnatural appearance that separates them from the rest
of mankind, or is it their lack of remorse and compassion that makes them different? The word
monster conjures up figures from gothic horror of exotic peoples with horrifyingly exaggerated
features, and the kinds of impossible delusive beasts inhabiting the pages of medieval bestiaries.
Well at first I thought exactly that. When I used to hear the word "monster", my mind immediately
pictured the petrifying beast that took residence under my bed for a substantial portion of my
childhood. It had demonic beating red eyes, razor sharp teeth that glistened with fresh blood and
amphibian like scales covering every inch of its enormous body. However, as I got older, I started to
realize that there was no such thing as monsters and that it was all just a figment of my imagination.
Accordingly, the fear of the monster under my bed slowly dissipated. Nevertheless, it wasn't until
after reading a quote by my favorite author, Steven King, that I was finally able to fully comprehend
what the true definition of the word "monster" really was. "Monsters are real, ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes they win". It had taken me awhile to truly grasp what King had
meant, but then it clicked. Everyone has a monster inside them, dormant or not. That monster is the
voice we hear in the back of our heads, urging us to cheat or to steal, and in some instances, worse.
That monster

Theme Of Wealth In The Great Gatsby
Wealth in the Great Gatsby
Nick Caraway moves from Minnesota to the West Egg neighborhood on Long Island to pursue a
career in the bond industry. He lives in a tiny house wedged between large, expansive mansions. His
neighbor, Jay Gatsby, is a well todo man with a mysterious past. Everyone in town knows Mr.
Gatsby for his huge wild parties, but no one is quite sure where he has acquired his wealth. Across
from Gatsby's mansion, Nick's cousin Daisy lives with her husband Tom Buchanan. Daisy and Tom
have a complex relationship where neither of them are happy, but they will not separate even though
both have been unfaithful. Tom has a mistress in the city whom is not unbeknownst to Daisy. Gatsby
and Daisy have a romantic history from when Gatsby was in the army. This is the motivation behind
Gatsby's desire to acquire all his wealth. Gatsby throws his parties in an attempt to get Daisy's
attention, but Daisy is completely unaware that he is her neighbor until Nick brings them together.
Though Nick is not a considerably wealthy man himself, his relationship to the Buchanans, and now
Gatsby, are enough to keep him relevant in the social circles of East Egg and West Egg. Nick's
connection to Daisy also makes him highly attractive to Gatsby as all he wants is some form of an
interaction with Daisy and involving himself with Nick is an easy way for Gatsby to make his way
into Daisy's life again. Money is power in the Great Gatsby, as it influences everyone's status,
aspirations,

A Short Story Of Katherine: A Fictional Narrative
Katherine had never had a blood nose before. She had never experienced the thick metallic smell
that filled her nostrils, never ran out of tissues trying to hold back the blood. She'd seen thousands of
bloody nostrils and broken teeth from her many summers as a life guard back in high school but
nothing had prepared her for the pain a broken nose would entail. She moved her shaking hands to
the bridge of her nose, her fingers feeling for the space that was once the perfect straight edge so
many had desired and was now a swollen dent in the dainty contours of her face. In the dim
streetlight that trickled into her third–floor apartment from the open blinds, Katherine experienced
the vivid details of broken cartilage. As she lay on the floor, too scared to move, two heavy feet
encased in thick black leather moved to the window as the blinds closed with a crack.
In the dark room it was hard to see his face, his bloodied knuckles, and his furrowed brows. In the
dark room, all she could hear was his warm voice, expressing his empty sorrow, ... Show more
Her knees went weak and her body cold as this man pushed her to the floor, her hands snagging on
her china as she went down. Soft tears welled in her eyes and dropped to the floor, mixing with the
blood of her hands. Tears now spilling down her face, she wiped her hands across her top, across the
railing as climbed up the stairs. She shuffled into her room, slamming the door behind her. She
could hear the leather, pounding up the stairs after her, moving quickly to the door she stood behind,
stopping for a moment as the handle turned and the door swung open. His expression was so kind,
so familiar, for a moment she forgot the blood on her hands, on the railing, and on the floor. For a
moment, she felt safe, her prince charming here to save her. But as his bare knuckles struck her
flawless face, her shoulders hitting the cold ground, she came to the

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