Daybreak: A Narrative Fiction

The Walls weren’t able to provide for their children . The father was an alcoholic , who wasn’t able to maintain a job .The mother was an artist, that one may say she was in “dream land “. They were always on the run or as the dad called it , doing the “skedaddle.” The dad would often tell the kids , it was because the mafia or the cops were chasing after him. In addition the dad never seemed to appeal to civilization, he would always tell the kids: ”These cities will kill you”.

already set up. They could only see one person, the rest were on the train. As

Sam was walking home from the Morrisville Market with a full bag of groceries. The sun was hot and no clouds were in sight. He smelled the fresh bread being baked in the shops. He felt like nothing could go wrong, and oh how wrong he was about that. The sidewalk was cracked right in front of Lana’s Diner glowed an odd red light. “What the……AHHHHHH!” When a garbage truck pulled up the garbage man found Sam lying face down on the sidewalk with a \

Amidst the swirling ripple of faceless people meandering around fire hydrants, pedestrian signs, and ragged newspaper stands, he stood; embedded within the relentless stream of continuous people trickling by him. The occasional nudge threatened to dislodge his balance as he gazed across the road where two buildings laden by carmine shaded bricks separated. The same two buildings he walked directly pass early in the dewy morning and late in the brisk evening weather everyday for the past two decades. Surely he knew every wondering power line and dimly lit alley of the surrounding neighborhood? Yet something glimmered from in between the impossibly small gap separating the buildings. His conscious turned from thought to action as he leapt from the scuffed curb and into the high voltage current of traffic without a second

Well, today’s the big day! I woke up and burst out of bed, almost falling over in the process. I ran downstairs to wake up my Mom and Dad, but of course, they were already up and running.

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

Ray Karner was a 35 year old man who shovels dead bodies into furnaces. He was the type of person who loved memories. Anything he thought was meaningful, he immediately jotted down in his diary. He had a daughter and a wife who he loved dearly. Many memories of them took up about half of his small pocket book. One after another, great days would pass by. But later he soon came to realize that things don’t always seem the way you want them to be.

Please pause for a moment, and picture in your mind the washed away remnants of what used to be a seemingly insignificant city; it is rather difficult to recognize from all the earthquake rubble and debris that there once was a town here. Bits and pieces of what used to be homes are now scattered from one end of the view to the other. A gloomy haze of dust, smoke and ash have recently enveloped over the entire countryside. Sounds of screaming, yelling and crying are bombarding one’s hearing senses; a smell of unbelievable human decaying stench is so overwhelming, the odors stimulate the gag reflex and tear ducts to produce endless retching and a cleansing wash of foul air from one’s eyes. Hungry ownerless dogs are fighting over dead infant

It’s official. I am Screwed. Anna periodically handed Norman her cell phone whenever too many girls was gaining his attention. It wasn’t the ones who tried to speak with him in passing or with as little attention to themselves and what they were doing. What

Stacy Fawcett was a food reporter. She was featured on a television show called "Daybreak" and was often referred to as "Dallas's Favorite Foodie." She was stabbed to death by her 19-year-old son named McCann. He also killed his brother Josiah, who is Stacy's other son. The bodies were found 20 miles north of Dallas. Police believe that McCann killed himself. They believe that he turned the knife on himself after stabbing his mother and brother.

“This is a terrible idea.” Percival gave a solemn shake of his head. “Absolutely terrible.”

“three weeks, five days” JJ smiled as he spoke, he was walking around with Harley, his eyes wondering all over the building. He wasn’t wearing his robin uniform anymore, that was changed at least a week and a half ago. He was wearing something like Harleys outfit black and red pants with a black and red vest that fit to his body, which was wearing thin. He couldn’t remember the last time he ate must have been days ago.

But then she heard footsteps upstairs when she got to the room she saw 4 military men standing then BOOM Valentina got smacked in the head with a gun. When she woke up she was shivering and was wet that’s when SPLASH they dropped cold water on her. They opened the cage and got her out and took her to the chief. Then she saw Angel and Jose tied she tried to get loose from the men that were grabbing her arms as tight as they could. When she started walking she saw a family being tortured that’s when Valentina bit on of the men in his hand, when she got loose she started running toward her brothers but something stopped her by the hair and it was the CHIEF. Valentina was in front of her parents killers she spitted the CHIEF in the face and Valentina recived a slap. The CHIEF told his men “Look her up tomorrow morning she's not gonna be in this camp site anymore.” Then Valentina started to get worried she didn't know what they were going to do with her brothers. They threw Valentina in the cage but she wasn’t alone. When she turned there was a girl and told Valentina “Hi my name is Belinda what's yours?”, when Valentina introduced herself and told Belinda why she was here, Belinda told her “Do you wanna escape and help your brothers.” Valentina said “Yes but how are we going to escape,” “Well espece in the middle of the night” Belinda said. When it was the middle of the night Belinda had a

In the book Legend there are a lot of problems with poverty. For example in the book Day’s family barely have any money to feed them then Eden gets the Plague and it costs even more money to get the antidote. The government does not like poor people in the sectors. Now the government is putting the plague in the meat so they buy the plague so the government gets the money and the poor people lose money. As you can see from this short paragraph the poor people suffer from not having enough money.

Ella followed her mother down the narrow streets of mud and stone, between the sagging, grey buildings. It was a long walk, and hard not to slip and fall in the mud, but by now the stench from the garbage piles was hard to notice. Each new street was like a dirty mirror to the last, and scrawny cats claimed their territory among the tired, starving people. They were heading deeper into the city, and finally turned onto the cleaner streets. It was a sudden change, from the broken walls to where men played that they were gods without the immortality of heros. There were no garbage piles here, and the dry stones felt strange to Ella’s small bare feet.