Bailey's Lover: A Fictional Narrative

People sometimes have tough ordeals. Some may act negatively toward the problem, but the people that act positively toward the problem are able to see hope in places where they wouldn’t expect it to be in. People have been through cruelty, yet they continue to stay positive. People still have the positivity to cling onto their last hope, or even continue to think positively when there is no hope at all. People like Anne Frank, in Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, continue to stay positive throughout the horrible ordeals that have happened. Some of the Japanese in Dear Miss Breed: True Stories of the Japanese American Incarceration During World War II and a Librarian Who Made a Difference have continued to stay hopeful while in internment

The song “Dirt” by Florida Georgia Line is not a song that you tap your foot to or a song that makes you want to get up and dance. It’s a song that builds a heap of emotion in your soul and pulls you back to your childhood and reminds you about a place called home. It forces you to clench your fist as if you had been struck by a melody of truth. “Dirt” compels you to reflect upon your life’s story and reminisce about the memories that shaped you on the piece of dirt you call home.

The other band finished their song. The audience clapped, and hooted, and called out embarrassing pet names for their kids. We walked on stage and sat in our designated seats. The stage lights beating down on us were hot and I needed to squint to see. The audience was a collection of tiny dark specks I was looking out at past Brown’s wide yellow clad torso. Zoe had pulled the music stand in front of us into position, flipping through the pages in the folder and finding the song and the solo page. She handed the latter to me. I grabbed it hard, crinkling the side. And Brown began counting the tempo. Brendan stood and went over to the music stand. I would follow after twenty measures. We lifted our instruments into playing position, and I bit down hard into my mouthpiece. Brown was snapping his fingers softly and began to mouth the tempo. I let my foot fall into the rhythm of the

“Yeah.” Robbie stood and walked around the bar. He placed his hands on her shoulders and searched her face. “You always want to fix things. Fix people.” Jen jerked back, but Robbie squeezed her shoulders and did not let go. “Common, Jen. Ever since Adam’s wife kicked him out, you’ve waited on him hand and foot. Heck, you even begged ‘em to move in with you, not that it took much convincin.”

The female characters in Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Blithedale Romance, Zenobia and Priscilla, differ in their representations of womanhood. Zenobia begins as an independent character, whom later surrenders to Hollingsworth's control, whereas Priscilla is ever submissive to his desires. This determines how the male characters, Coverdale and Hollingsworth, view both women. Coverdale and Hollingsworth are first enamored by Zenobia's charm, but both fall for Priscilla's docility. Zenobia represents female independence and Priscilla embodies feminine subservience; the triumph of Priscilla casts the male vote in this novel unanimously

A universal theme could apply to anyone, anywhere, anytime. Such as love. Anyone, anywhere could fall/be in love.That's not the only type of love though and thats not always how it can turn out to be. You never know who, what, why and where you can find your true love. It can be comforting, dangerous, and can put you in all types of awkwars positions. For example, in "Beautiful Creatures" a fantasy, young-adult fiction, romance novel written by authors "Kami Garci" and "Margaret Stohl"and in "Matched"also an young-adult, romance written by "Ally Condie. With both of these texts i can compare and contrast, how they both fall in love and deal with it and the consequences. In Beautiful Creatures you can run away from many things but not love. Matched shows that not everything will go as planned.

”Catherine, you got this. Do not be nervous,” I whisper to myself. I am on the sidelines waiting for my band to be called. My head is filled with fear, an emotion that had made itself home before every performance. Looking ahead, I see the 50 yard line where I will start the show.

In the Canterbury Tales, written by Geoffrey Chaucer, a group of pilgrims participate in a storytelling competition on their journey to a holy shrine in Canterbury. The first two pilgrims to tell a story are the noble Knight and the drunken Miller. The characters in their stories suffer because of their blindness for love or from feeling lovesick in general as seen in The Knight’s Tale of medieval romance and The Miller’s Tale, which is a fabliau mockery of love. The Miller tell a story, which was not meant to convey medieval romance but rather to twist the ideals of traditional courtly love and poke fun at the elements of courtly love. Courtly love requires a story with characters who are less crude, blunt and sensual, and instead conform

Ben led them to the meadow by his house. The meadow was coated with snow that glistened in the sun, reflecting the light back into their eyes. The snow was still fresh, no footprints or other marks to ruin it. That is, until Celia ran out into the meadow and began to spin around, leaving her trail in the snow.

As she sat in the chair sewing and giggling, she heard one of the silverware or plates hit the table creating a little mentally twang. It was just a reminder she was not alone. She smiled abut quickly hid it as not to draw intention. She heard the smacking of hungry jows on the meat, slowly devouring the meat. She continued to sew. The needle wove in and out of the fabric, just like how she was weaving in and out of her prosecute. What if she was caught though? She knew this was all very risky. Suddenly from as is if she had been sleeping, she heard a voice louder than the other sin the ther other room.

With both twins now asleep Rae and Will laid them in their bassinets. Will was smiling down on Shimmer’s sleeping face. “I hope my labor and delivery is as stress-free as yours.” Rae reached over taking Will’s arm directing her back to the settee. “I found out that as a Mate all my labors and deliveries will be tranquil, River has theorized that it is because Saint Valentine had created the Mate specifically to have the Vampire’s babies, in order for his creation to prosper.” Rae patted Will’s hand, “besides four of my grandmothers are mid-wives. Please don’t be apprehensive; besides your immortal.” Will started laughing, she kept forgetting that little detail it was hard getting used to the idea she could not die, harder than a person could

I’ve not been outside in 5 months… and 20 days, or at least I think so. It’s not really possible to tell in here since There’s not really any way to tell what day it is. It doesn’t matter anyway, if I think it’s bedtime then it’s bedtime. Breakfast, Lunch, and dinner. It’s all up to me. Huh, Miss Maudie’s house, it’s on fire. I-it’s burning! The kids are out there. I could- I could help them. They’re cold so uh I could give Scout this blanket as an act of kindness. No what am I saying of course I can’t. I’d look like a monster to them, I would just scare them even more than already are. I can’t risk that, besides Nathan wouldn’t let me. Who cares, in the end I’d be doing a good deed. It’s not like a have a good reputation anyway. But maybe

George, a little penguin boy went to Ireland one spring to visit his aunt, uncle and cousin Molly. Molly and George were the same age.

However, a week after her arrival in town, the bar, like Cassie, was a bit subdued. While the music was still loud and strong, it had an underlying mournful echo. The Rolling Stones sang "Waiting on a Friend": I 'm not waiting on a lady, I 'm just waiting on a friend . . . , the cocktails were limp and sweet, the gin fizz didn 't fizz, the champagne was flat, the beer turned lukewarm after only a few minutes. It was just like the hunt, but worse. She was glad Vlad wasn 't around to notice; she didn 't want him being any more suspicious than he already was. What happened on the hunt that evening had been an impulsive act, but it was over now and everything would be all right. There was no need to panic. So what if all she could dream about that night? So what if it had invaded her consciousness, had become the subject of her every waking thought? When she closed her eyes, she could still see that beautiful face,

This next song is totally weird but was something that Avery remembered about Ben, one of her exes. The song “Farmhouse”, written by Phish, is what I am referring to. “It was about flies and stuff. But he had such a nice voice, and he could play guitar...”(Strohm 114). Although it may not have been the music Avery was into, she appreciated that Ben was willing to sing to her. I feel that this relationship was so great for Avery that even though, she may not have liked the song, she would have gone home and listened to it.