Buzz's Faeces: A Narrative Fiction

He clenched his outstretched hand around the severed lips, recalling the lurid scene from which they had come. The blood that likely still slunk from step to step ... the pearly white, up-rolled eyeballs....

the camp. Henry, while waiting for the battle to occur had doubt in himself. He was afraid of

Hearing this, the old man realized that her daughter wanted him to crawl into the cavity. Crawling into that small hole would be difficult, even with the old man’s short and slim body, but it was doable. All the memories, when he used to make her daughter do the same thing for him when she was little, came flooding into his mind. The image of her little daughter crying and begging him not to make her go inside those deep, dark caves seemed to flash before his eyes.

He was unrelenting in his opposition but I was inebriated and stubborn, I would not be told what I could do. We made way to his vault, when the brisk chill hit me. It was damp as he had said but it was nothing to be frightful of, but as we descended deeper the color in my skin had turned into a bleak pallor and the cough had taken my lungs.

He was sitting in a squeaky leather chair. He wanted to bounce or rock, but he hated the noise the chair made. Gilbert tugged at the strands of his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. The lights on the ceiling hurt his head. He could hear his father's voice in the hallway, along with Ludwig's small cries. White bits of hair tangled in his fingers. Gilbert's father was whispering to the nurse, gesturing to Gilbert, and keeping Ludwig from eating her hair.  Gilbert stared down the hallway, playing with his fingers as he listened.

The student stuck her hand in the jar. “There’s a letter and a syringe in here.” She sat the jar on the table and began tearing the letter.

Some days we get caught up in our own thoughts, and get trapped in our minds. This type of mental state can be dangerous, and lead to break downs or worse. In the book the author expresses how Henry feels and his thought process by stating, “The youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him” – chapter 2, page unknown.

Henry tucked his knees to his chest once again, only this time, he found himself burying his face in his knees. “I’m not crazy…” he meant to say it in his head, but somehow it escaped his lips, penetrating the silence. His voice echoed off the cement walls of the empty basement. It had been so long since he spoke, his voice surprised him; he forgot how his own voice sounded. The boy held his breath looking in the direction of the door, half expecting soldiers who patrolled the streets to come running down the stairs to the basement to shut him up. But they never came, and Henry was

“Okay”, she said to particularly no one, “My first challenge will be to find water.” She knew she didn’t have any money, but feeling like anything was possible, she began to lookout for a store. She soon saw a familiar plaza and promptly walked into the nearest food store. Much to her surprise, the store was a disaster. It seemed as if someone, a giant perhaps, had walked in and turned the store upside down, then shook it, put it in a blender, washed it in the laundry room, dried it in a pan, on the stove and then set it down. Everything was backwards! The floor couldn’t be seen because it was covered with all types of food and unidentified objects. “Oh, it stinks!”, Jamie cried. The smell was almost intolerable, there were hints of detergent, which alleviated her nose for a second, but most of the smell reeked of rotten and dead things. She walked out with a slight sting in her eyes and very confused. Why was the store in such a horrible state? What had happened?

"I just can't help but think the pain he is going to feel when those bones come out of his back. I got a good feel for them... They are huge and already causing him discomfort, he winced when I

Collins mind was numb as he opened the airlock of the small craft. He didn't even attempt to think. All he wanted was to see exactly how the vessel had been disabled by the repair crew. He went inside.

Emily had meet Boo when she was trying to find the monster world. And she found the land of the dead, but it was nice to see a human. As she was used to seeing people someone that she knew. It was always nice to have a familiar face around. She could tell that Boo would be confused at first. As when she meet her she looked blue and dead. Now she was living with blonde hair. It was something that she really did miss. Now she had to learn how to fit it with the living. But at least she knew that she wasn’t going to scare Boo. As she already knew about Emily being dead.

Slowly, Neil brushed his fingertips lightly against the lines of Andrew’s scars. His eyes darted up to Andrew’s face again when Andrew jolted a little and his breath hitched. Andrew’s eyes were

Henry was scared, confused, and in a trance as he saw his forces depleting. He finally got up and

In "A Farewell to Arms", when Henry is conversing with Catherine in the garden he confidently pushes for what he desires. He explains, "We looked at each other in the dark. I thought she was very beautiful and I took her hand. She let me take it and I held it and put my arm around her arm. 'No,' she said. I kept my arm where it was. 'Why not?' 'No.' 'Yes,' I said. 'Please.' I leaned forward in the dark to kiss her and there was a sharp stinging flash. She had slapped my face hard. Her hand had hit my nose and eyes, and tears came in my eyes from the reflex. 'I'm so sorry,' she said. I felt I had a certain advantage. 'You were quite right.' 'I'm dreadfully sorry,' she said. 'I just couldn't stand the nurses-evening-off aspect of it. I didn't