A Case Study Of Casey's Attractions: A Narrative Fiction

At this point, the first guest speaker went up to the stage. He started after a long pause. As he told everyone his experience as a father, I could feel his heart ache and yearn for his late daughter. As several guest speakers poured their feelings and sentiments into their tragic stories with tears intertwined. They cried out their anguish without feeling alone, but a deeper connection to their body, baby and the universe. It was the pain of losing not only their child, but a part that attached them. The disappointment, the longing, the despair is

When Hawkins stepped outside, Thomas took Allie’s hand and began walking toward the stairs. “I want to look at the bedrooms,” he grinned. “A comfortable bed is what matters most to me.”

Beth, the mother from the movie Ordinary People, represents many of the complexities of parental bereavement. In the movie, Beth presents as distant from her surviving family members and appears to manage her grief ineffectively. However, Beth’s experience of losing a child is one of the most profound losses an individual may experience. The literature describes parental bereavement as “more intense, prolonged, and complex than other patterns [of bereavement]” (Whiting, n.d., slide 7). Thus, contextualizing Beth’s loss (i.e., the unexpected death of a child) is an important part of understanding Beth’s expression of grief. This discussion will explore unique to bereavement within the parent/child relationship. Specifically, this discussion

        The room is too cold, yet too hot and Eleanor wants to scream. Her eyes are closed, but she can feel the room spinning. There’s no air and Eleanor’s panic shifts from her past to the present. She can’t get air, air that she needs.

The dark, cloudy night approached covering the town of Kingsville. The young girl, Kyara, coming out of the library after finishing packets of homework, stood outside the parking lot waiting for the arrival of her parents. It was midnight and her parents are taking longer than usual. Kyara looked around to see if anyone seemed to be present and she felt a presence of something to be nonexistent. The presence felt stronger and stronger each minute that passed and Kyara became to feel uncomfortable. The wind blew and made a whistle which made her get chills. All of a sudden she heard a voice far away. She turned to see and became surprised of such sight.

Their laughter carried on the wind and the cozy comfort they felt together was evident. She tried to sneak deeper into the fantasy, but there was something holding her to this world—a gentle touch of a hand caressing her cheek and the briefest kiss on her brow. She struggled to wake up wondering if Ray had come after

"What's happening?" she asked, but this time her words were heavy, and became intense. I stood up for a moment, meeting her eyes with mine. I let out a sigh as I glided down the wall and sat down. "Nothing," I whispered. "Go back to sleep while you can." I could see her tremble as she pulled the rotten cloth over her head and turn to her side, ignoring the stench and forcing herself to fall asleep.

I could tell she was in deep emotional pain. Who wouldn’t be after losing their son or, her “baby” as she referred to him as she was crying? She had understood my reasoning on the cruelty of war and she agreed to meet with my father, who I easily convinced as I could persuade him with ease. That was probably because we were so much alike.

In the beginning, he felt nothing, only his psyche floated about; as it prevailed, he felt faint. Eventually, his senses began waking, but then something blazed through him. The sound of several sonorous sirens permeated the air like a banshee; it’d engulfed several of his other senses, shoving them aside, devouring them, making them seem as though they were never there. However, there was one feeling that he could perceive just as clearly as the noise of the ambulance and police, the cold. A frigid feeling bit into his soul; even though he couldn’t tell what time it was, he was sure that it was in the beginning of summer. Regardless, the immense cold that bore into his very being was needless to say, very

1 - Carver elicits the reader’s sympathy in this story by presenting the reader with a slow-moving although intense narration of a boy’s death whose parents are stricken with grief and panic.

Families greeted each other with hugs and small talk while the children were running around playing tag, it did not seem like a memorial service at first. Then, the light atmosphere immediately dropped and like sinking lead, a somber nostalgic mood saturated the crowd. The chapel became so quiet in a matter of seconds that a penny dropped would leave an echo. The ceremony began with prayers and catechisms. Then, the first guest speaker went up the stage. He started after a long pause. As he told everyone his experience as a father, I could feel his heart ache and yearn for his late daughter. As several guest speakers poured their feelings and sentiments into their stories, I felt the similar heavy weight in my heart. Everyone

Sarah’s mind was bustling with thoughts on the mysterious emails sent to her that morning, but all she approved for right now was to sleep warm in the cold night of Barrow. Her sleep didn’t last long due to the mysterious repetitive creaks happening. The creaks that were outside her bedroom door. Fear struck Sarah hard. Who, or what was in her house? The creaking went on outside of her door until it opened mid-way. It spoke. “Sarah?”

The night, when it happened, felt like so many others. You were with her, alone in this atrocious woods, under this oak tree. She reached out her hand and held yours, reminding you you’d never be alone. You and her sat there, backs against the moss, exchanging blissful nothings for centuries compacted in

As Alice drifted off to sleep, her drumming heartbeat soon slowed to a steady, peaceful rate. Her house was quiet with her being the only one up so late, but it wasn’t before long when she heard a whoosh! and a strange sensation of cool wind rushing all around her.

Parents in the real world have children that die, and these parents don’t say they wish they never would have had their child. These parents simply understand that a life is still treasured even if its shorter than its supposed to be. The consequence of the decision was Ian leaving his family out of anger, Hannah dying, and Louise is left alone. For Ian watching Hannah die from an incurable disease made their whole marriage and the whole story of their shared life’s, unbearable. Louise is sad mourning the death of her daughter writing a book. In the end the death of Hannah affected both Ian and Louise tearing them apart.