Ada's Deception: A Narrative Fiction

To a certain extent, I agree with Tannen's with shes see’s and feels that is true. Overall women talk about there problems way more then men do. Deborah Tannen states, “Once the problem is understood, improvements come naturally” and I agree with what she is saying. She backs up this statement by showing and explaining how a college couple solved the difficult problems they were having by just having the boyfriend sit up straight instead of lying down and actually look at the women without being distracted while she is speaking. Women and men have very different impressions of communication aseptically on certain levels. Tannen states that , "Intimacy is the fabric of relationships, and talk is the thread from which it is woven” but then,

The blood freezes in her vains. Her whole body freezes in shock as she could feel the barrel of a pistol against the back of her head. Hearing at the same time that significant sing-song voice. She holds her breath, it feels like her heart stops beating. The disbelieve and shock in her mistress´ eyes and the fear on the face of her son are making it even worse.

His body. His… his body was just…lying there. In a position and coldness not foreign to him. His eyes pierced my skull so painfully as if to be a return action to the bullet I put through his head. I meant to do it, I did, I really did. I mean, how I was I supposed to let that bloke get away with murder again. But something about his last words and how sharp and cold the trigger felt under my finger and how fast my heart was beating and how his body hit the ground and how all that blood could come out of a person, as if his evils were escaping through the liquid. I can’t lie that bed was soft but the only thing I could render doing in it was sit with that damn gun sat between my legs and my bony hands still shaking. Something about it felt

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist to stop him. An image flashed of her face, upper lip bloody, color returning to her skin. “I thought you were dead. I saw you get shot.”

He could still remember it vividly. The loud, quick footsteps, the swing of the baseball bat, the flash of red. The crumpled body of his ten-year partner, the blood pooling from her head like a hose. Her broken form laying in his arms. The wailing of sirens, the endless questions of the police. He could still remember it like it was yesterday.

“No, I’m just making sure she knows what she took away from me! I’m making sure she knows the pain she’s causing me! I want to make sure she feels that same pain!” He raised his voice as a wild look appeared in his eyes. I backed away faster, only to trip backward on the root of a tree. I quickly sat up and watched the man, my heart racing. I took a deep breath. I’m gonna die. I thought. This is how I go down. The man stepped closer and with every step I could smell strong whiskey. He was drunk and irrational. I started shaking from cold and fear. The man stopped, raised his gun, and spoke.

He saw her look out the window toward the cemetery where her dead children lay buried and he knew she did not want to leave them. The sight of the white

Audra marched down the dungeon corridor with purposeful strides, despite the fact her throat grew tight. This was where he would take a stand, and amazingly, it was for Owena. But right was right and Audra would not stand aside and allow an innocent to die because it was easier to do so. She approached Owena’s cell and braced herself for the conversation. Though she was almost positive of Owena’s innocence, there was always a small chance Audra was wrong.

He wanted to scream, to let someone know that he was dying, but his vocal coords were ripped and bleeding. So he had no other choice but to slowly fade away in pain, the only thing he could see being his young daughter and his own blood.

In truth, there were more reasons than she had the courage to think about, to keep this news to herself. She would wait for absolute certainty before uttering a word.

When Alduin finally spoke she tilted her head at his disagreement. It surmised her that he didn't want to take this head on as she did. Than again he was right, they couldn't

“Ok ok I give up I'm putting the gun down don’t shoot” he says in his quavery tone.

Through her hysterical sobs, she’d told Maxen that she would disclose their secret to Vaughan and Rignuth. She sensed they’d always known the truth, but since she needed their help more than ever, she did not want to hold back anything. There was no point.

Sara described her sister as a “built-in best friend”. Through this we can say that sisterhood is a very special relationship. At the end, people always look up to their older sisters as their role models, protectors and counselors no matter how old are them. The next sisterly bond shown in the story is the "unique" bond between twin sisters Julia and Izzy. Twins are often thought to be able to read each other thoughts and have a "sixth sense" about each other. Despite being identical twins, they have very different personalities and live different lives. However, when push comes to shove, Julia let Izzy move in with her when her girlfriend dumped her and she always takes care of

“Please,” she whimpered, not even managing to hold back her tears, “Please, don’t hurt her.”