A Phony: A Short Story

The big meaning in the short story of T.C Boyle’s “The Lie” is that Lonnie feels very awkward about his situation. Everything starts in a morning in which Lonnie can’t bear his job and needs a break. He gets into a situation where he creates a little lie which gets very big with a kind of snowball effect. Lonnie’s relationship with the people around him plays a significant role in this story. However, Lonnie feels lost and is depressed because of the change that happened in his life.

When I tell you about Pencey prep, the third boarding school I flunked out of, everything is pretty much the damn same as all the other boarding schools I went to. First off, it is all a bunch of phonies who go there that have a lot of dough and their parents are all rich people who never see their kids. You would think that Pencey prep would serve us good meals; seeing how it is a boarding school. Everyone who goes here is rich and snobby and we get to eat shit half of the week and on Sundays we get a dried up steak with lumpy potatoes to impress our parents on visitors day. The food was not even the worst of the school it was the lying phony kids who stole things and did not have the stones to admit they did it because they are so phony.

First let’s talk about the major physical features geography. This school is in the most unwelcoming environment ever. Can’t see it? Well picture an old run down school now put a house off to the side then add a construction site in front of the school. Thats right I said construction as in bulldozers, wood, big machines, cinderblocks, and more. Then add in the fact that the back parking lot leads

So it’s Monday again worst day of the week, and the first day of school thats when everything is horrible for me. When you walk through those doors to Dogwood high school ( which is literally hell on planet Earth ) all of your positive feelings or vibes just disappear. I hate that school so much not because of the work, or the homework, or the teachers, its the students that make me dislike school so much. People can be so mean and nobody even really knows me besides my best friend Blair Rhodes, pretty much my only friend to be exact.

I’ve travelled all over this town, yet I have never seen this school before. After all, in small towns like ours, everyone knows everyone and everything about them. It’s the worst way to end my precious summer break; leaving the school I love so much along with my friends and moving to this abandoned place where all the kids fear to go. Rumour has it that the teachers here are mad. They feed off of the innocent children’s blood who dare to step foot in this dreadful place. I might be the next victim.

It Takes a Village to Raise an Asthmatic, Stuttering, Sociopathic Screw-Up : Hector Lima I’m not much of a complainer, but if we’re all comparing sob stories and tales of unfortunate events, I think I’d have an early lead. Born in California to two Guatemalan parents, my first obstacle I had to overcome was… my own birth. When I was still in my nine-month solitary, my mom was told that the best course of action for her was to abort me. Apparently the doctors had found all sorts of things that seemed to place me at the risk of physical deformities or mental impairments. Now, I wouldn’t be writing if my parents had gone that route, so let’s look behind door number two. Growing in Christian faith, my parents both prayed constantly all while

are bound together by a common source.      The "Trickster" is an archetype that surfaces in many cultural and religious stories. Each trickster is unique to it's own culture, but all tricksters are bound by certain characteristics no He is always attempting to fly (which is the sign of a god to the Native Americans) with disastrous consequences. No matter how hard he tries he cannot escape the human condition. Perhaps these stories are meant to teach Native Americans not to aspire to be anything more than human.      The Trickster can be seen as a parody of the Shaman, or the spiritual leader of the tribe. The Shaman looks to the supernatural for his strength while the coyote relies on his own wits. The coyote is always looking for the short

Valentina padded quietly down the short hallway and let out a long, slow breath before she stepped around the corner, and then back into the kitchen. She found Cole stirring his mashed potatoes and her meal in the microwave, where she walked over to watch the black container spin. It

I step into the house. My phone vibrates. I had received a text from Ethan; it read:

On Being a Sixth Grade Mean Girl Squeals pierce my eardrums as little girls talk about “loving” their boyfriends. The overbearing scent of Axe radiates off of every arrogant schoolboy who gallivants across the grounds and stops at my locker. Gossip flutters around me, seducing me into its inescapable vice.

It’s absolutely terrible and full of phonies. Even the advertisement for Pencey Prep is phony. They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hotshot guy on a horse jumping over a fence. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was play polo all the time. I never even once saw a horse anywhere near the place. The images on those ads are false. They’re fake and don’t tell the truth about the school. It’s phoniness at it’s finest.This is why I think all adults are phony; parents, teachers, politicians, the pope. Honestly, I’m glad I got kicked out from there. I didn’t belong at Pencey so it’s no big deal. I couldn’t stand my roommate Stradlater anymore anyway. He’s attractive, but the problem is that he knows it. Ya know? He knows how popular he is and he uses it to get these horrid girls and just use them. He presents himself as this really clean sharp guy and he’s not. He’s a slob. You should see the side of his room. He’s such a phony. The teachers though, they’re the worst. I swear they don’t even know what they’re supposed to be teaching us. I know none of them care about their job, they just care about the money they’re gonna get for it. That place is just full of the phoniest of phonies if you ask

Hello, I’m Sarah Nicholson and welcome to A Current Affair. We begin with a story of love, desire and murder. For the first time, the tragic story of Jess Smith and her murderous stepfather will be uncovered.

Have you ever been called a name that hurt you really bad? Ever been called fake and thought it was nothing? Well the meaning behind it could actually hurt you. The definition of fake is “not genuine; counterfeit.” (dictionary.com). However, the connotations of the word is worse the way that a lot of people now days think of that word is that you aren't who you are around one person. According to Urban Dictionary a fake person is “someone who is not genuine and will do whatever it takes to make themselves look good. They will take credit for other's work or down play the good of others to illuminate oneself”. This is how someone would hurt you and say things about you but you will have to end up facing it just like being called fake.

Throughout history many writers have used pen names to hide their true identities in their writing. Many different authors have had many different reasons for using a pen name. Whether it’s fear of no one reading the book if they knew the authors true identity, or just wanting to publish more books a year, all these authors have a reasoning for hiding themselves from the readers of their books.

The sun rise fills the sky with a beautiful orange and dark purple. I walk past a pool shack, a bank, a 7-11, a Hardees, a Vet Office, and soon enough crossing guards are letting me move across the busy road to walk the long sidewalk to Deep Creek High School. A school filled with endearing, beautiful, smart teenagers... Sike. This school is terrible and what's even worse is the people. They're all shallow rednecks and stupid, unsophisticated, trashy, teen girls. No one here is worth