A Short Story Of Alan's Identity: A Fictional Narrative

Relationships created with others have often a direct effect on your very own personal identity. In Tim Brian’s “On the Rainy River,” he tells about his experiences and how his relationship with an elderly man affected his life so dramatically. It is hard for anyone to rely on their own personal experiences fully when there are other people who have experienced different acts them their self. It takes knowledge and experience of others to help you learn and build from them to create your own personal identity. In the essay, O'Brien speaks about his experiences with an elderly man by the name of Elroy Berdahl, the owner of the Tip Top Fishing Lodge; the lodge he stays at while finding himself. The experiences O’Brien has while at the lodge

What defines the cause that ultimately depicts our take on life? On the surface, people typically see gender as a definable matter, but fail to consider the variations that exist. Stories provide examples of infectious reasons one views the world as they do. One’s identity influences the authenticity of a situation presented, maturity affects how one contributes to foul behavior, and those reflecting a wide variety of experiences are more adaptable to foreign circumstances.

Alan Brito is a friend of mine from childhood. When we were young, he and I, along with a bunch of other kids from my neighborhood, used to play tops, marbles and “twenty-one”. We had a top contest in which those who could spin the top in the air with the string, pull it back and place it on top of the palm of their hand, was the winner. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I was almost always the winner. For that reason, they nicknamed me “Toppy”. Two of my other friends, Gilly and Billy were rivals. They were very good at playing “twenty-one.” They were unbeatable. Every time we played together they beat me. I was always afraid of playing against them, because I was quite sure that by the end of the game, I would be left with no money in my pockets. In time, Gilly and Billy got married and left the country. They moved to Saint Maurice, a small paradisiac island in the Pacific Ocean.

The one thing that John was whole heartedly passionate about was magic. Yet, his dad was never encouraging of it which left John feeling unsupported and unloved, transferring in to his adulthood. It was a well known concept that Kathy had an affair, yet it was never outwardly said, “‘It’s history, Kath. If you want to trout out the skeletons, let’s talk about your dentist’” (56).

Seconds had seemed to pass like minutes and minutes like hours. They were addicted, or in love. Neither had been able to distinguish which. He'd spent the days doing everything in his power to find a distraction, pouring himself into his work nine-to-five and then letting a drink, or ten, settle him in the evening. They had tried tirelessly to find a balance but somehow couldn't tune themselves to vibrate on the same frequency. They stood close, cramped up in a corner by clubbers completely oblivious to the energy flowing between them. His surprise to see her was shadowed by the fire in his stomach, he couldn't take his eyes away from her lips, his own tingling with longing for their

The principal took out the whipped cream and unwrapped the the clear packaging with his sharp car keys; he then attempted to throw it into the blue trash can to his right, but the wind blew the packaging onto the black pavement. He stood with his hand on his chin and contemplated whether to pick it up or throw it away. As he took on step towards the packaging, a middle schooler tapped on the principles back and handed him the microphone. Mr. Addams took out several note cards while the students began to silence. As the Mr. Addams rambled about nonsense, the students started to become restless. They began to talk to their friends walked towards the tables set at the carnival. There was a large poster that read:

As Anita finished straightening out her dress, she felt him gently grab her arm. "Anita, do you have to go?" He asked, . "I'll be ready to go again in a few minutes." His breathing was heavy, the recent rigorous activity had him panting. Anita turned to look at him as he fell back on the bed,. The tiny room is almost pitch black, with an illumination of sunlight coming in through a tiny slit in the drab, 10-year-old curtains covering the single window in the room. With her back still turned to him she relied, "You know I can't stay, Ron." She sighed, feeling ashamed as she contemplated her destination once she left. "I know. You just taste so sweet." Ron was the easiest of Anita's "clients" to deal with. Generally, her other clients are quick to do what they want to do with her, then discard her as quickly as they could, as if that would help to ease their own guilty conscience

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

When thinking about the neighborhood, school has to come to mind. Mr. Ellis, my third grade teacher, prided himself on educating students. No matter the problem Mr. Ellis would try to help in any way possible, which without a doubt makes Mr. Ellis my favorite teacher. An example of the undying devotion Mr. Ellis shows Other than Everett, the Capital Area Career Center was one of the best schools around Ingham. Understudies could pick any class that fit their field of study. As the understudies work through their class they can acquire school credits which can trade to Lansing Community college or Davenport just to give a couple of cases. Assignments sanctioned us to learn the required information while being able to work at our own particular

I didn’t talk to Mabel for a few days, after she told me about the other man. I was waiting for the perfect time. I used this time to prepare and also spend time with Charlotte. All our problems will disappear soon. When I’m done with Mabel, we won’t have any problems. I won’t be angry anymore and take my anger out on Charlotte. Our life will be perfect and I’ll find somebody suitable to replace Mabel, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t fall in love with someone else. I stopped drinking. I didn’t need it anymore. I take alcohol to get confidence or to wash away pain. I had a lot of confidence and no pain. I’m determined to follow my plan to make my life and my daughter’s life better.

Once upon a time there was a young boy named Jamison, Jamison had a dream one day that prompted him to leave home and search for a magic potion which could cure any disease. Jamison was in grave need of this majestic potion because his best friend’s mother was dieing of lung cancer. As Jamison prepared for his vigorous journey to find the cure, he invoked his mother. As soon as Jamison sets out on his journey he is stopped by the local sheriff. As the local sheriff questioned young Jamison on where he was off to, Jamison’s best friend Lawrence was caring for his extremely sick mother. As the Sheriff drew to the end of his questions. He came to the conclusion that he resolutely supported the request of Jamison’s to find the

In the weeks prior to the outbreak, Alex had been stuck in a hospital thanks to a job going wrong. He'd been in the city trying to take out a rather devious politician whom he'd been hired to kill publicly. Someone had gotten wind of the hit and it had turned into an all out gun fight the moment he got to his sniper perch. He'd managed to gun down several of the guards as well as some unfortunate police officers who took shots at him. Alex had never been a fan of killing innocent people and the cops were just doing their duty, which was why he'd aimed at their chests to hit the vests they were wearing. The guards took a bullet to the head. This didn't stop him from getting stabbed by a guard and shot a few times. Most of the rounds had hit

For a moment Déjà vu swept over Ian, he could not remember much. The alarm sounded so peculiar, the ring went the same pace as a hospital monitor and had the pitch of a scream. Turning off the clock, Ian then threw on a white collared shirt and tucked it in his grey suit pants. Standing in view of a 5 feet mirror he fought with a tie he begrudgingly hated. It had seemed as if he would never get the tie tied correctly. Juliet walked in the room with a tight lipped smile. “Can I help you with that?” she said warmly. “Yes I can’t seem to get the stupid thing right,” Ian retorted. “How is the brain injury treating you?” Juliet humorously announced. “A small price to pay for you to be moving in, extremely worth it” replied Ian gazing into her eyes than caressing her lips once more. “You do know, you don’t need a job working with my father Ian don’t you?” Juliet said looking into Ian’s green eyes. “I don’t want a job, I want his reverence” Ian retorted boldly. “Well, if for some reason it doesn’t work out, it isn’t the end,” she murmured. The alarm clock could be heard from the other room echoing through the halls. “I thought I turned that off,” Ian said, his eyes widely opened. “Is everything ok love?” Juliet curiously asked. “Yeah, just a bit of Déjà vu, honey,” Ian replied kissing her

The only question I was ask when I brought up my concerns was did I think Mr. Alexander display malicious action towards my daughter and my statement was yes. I proceed on how a Administrative is supposed to handle this type of situation; consequently it was stated that the Administrative is not trained on these type of situations.

     As the older waiter takes his seat at the table with the younger waiter, the younger waiter comments about the old man's drunkenness every night. The old man asks the younger why the old man would want to kill himself. The younger waiter replies that he doesn't know why. They discuss the incident, and the younger waiter asks who cut the rope that the man was hanging from. The older replies that it was his niece, and explains that she probably did it our of fear for his soul.