Dead: A Fictional Narrative

During the current Easter break, I ventured to Denver, Colorado with two others. The day after our arrival, I broke away from the group for a short period of time to visit Riverside Cemetery. Peering through the cemetery’s aligned headstones as if they were rows of filled bookshelves, my pupils

Pigpen and Weir are fired at an August band meeting yet they continue to perform at gigs. That november all six member of the Dead set off on tour having been reunited by Pigpen’s gal, Vee, suffering a stroke. With Pigpen still technically fired, Tom Constanten took over on

The power of the story has been very much a part of the lives of humans throughout time. The story is able to bring the past to the present and the dead to the living. The story can make the blind see. The story is able to make others feel for events in time that they have never experienced. The story has a profound effect on both the teller and the audience. As the audience is thought to be the beneficiary or the storytelling process, the teller is able to relive the times of old, or even teach a valuable lesson to his or her audience. Thus, allowing both parties to gain something intangible throughout this process. In “The Lives of the Dead,” O’Brien conveys the importance of storytelling and imagination by suggesting that the dead can be brought back to life in the minds of the people who hear it.

London’s population had exploded but the authorities did not plan for the increasing numbers of the dead. Burial grounds and churchyards were filled beyond capacity with coffins stacked on top of each other in deep shafts. Open graves sat just feet from the living world. The dead lay amongst the living while

"Come on Phil," I heard a familiar voice and stopped dead in my tracks. It could be, could it? No way. NO WAY! I reached over to Carissa who's attention was averted else where and whispered " Dan and Phil just walked in be cool and act like you don't know them," she looked up from the shirt she was folding and a slight squeal erupted from her mouth as she saw the two tall, pale, Brittish boys, who had just entered the store. We where the only ones there at the time except for our boss who was probably sleeping in his office so Carissa and I were alone in a store with Dan and Phil. "Breath," I had to remind myself, "they're just people, go talk to them!"

We're all going to die. Is this really where I want to be? Stacking printer paper in an office supply store? Death is taking another lick of my lollypop, and god knows how many licks it takes before he gets frustrated and just bites into it.

“It’s 8 a.m. where did you guys get beers from anyway?” Sergeant Barnes took a long gulp from his bottle that was still glistening with condensation before letting out a long burp of satisfaction. “Found them in a cooler just off the mess hall, want one?” Brayzack looked at the sergeant queerly. The sergeant sat idiotically grinning at him with a stainless-steel bucket of iced up bottles before him. “No thanks, it’s a little too early for me. You know that that’s a sign of alcoholism though, right?” Sergeant Barnes took a quick pull off his cigarette and powered the smoke out his lungs. “I think you mean drinking alone is a sign of alcoholism, sir. Which I’m not, Jarvy here is having one too.”

Author’s always utilize their words carefully whenever they are writing their story, poem, or whatever it may be; every literary device has a purpose within the text. In the short story “The Dead” the author’s point of view, third person omniscient, and recurring theme of death lets the reader comprehend the character of Gabriel.

He was going to die within a minute. It was ironic, really; ghosts didn't need air, and because they didn't need air they couldn't drown, either...but Danny had to say otherwise.

THE BEGINNING It was a lovely afternoon. The wind was cool and the air was hot. Let me just say it was an amazing day. Well at least that’s what I thought. Hi i’m lace short for lacy and i’m going to be telling the story of what happened the day i got kidnaped.

As the sun slowly set, the fading light of day found Ronon seated outside on the doorstep of his sister's house. With his hulking frame blocking the entrance, the brooding Satedan was an effective deterrent. Nobody was getting in; not until Dr. Keller gave the go ahead, of course.

In this flash fiction, Lennon used imagery to guide readers into the plot. His descriptive language about the neglected graveyard helped readers picture how worn out the place was. It was “long inactive, [and] stood bordered by a crumbling wall”(Lennon 184). The road into the graveyard is filled with weeds and is only cut about once or twice a year. It is old and decrepit, as also shown by the “crooked and worn stones”. By indicating that the graveyard had not been cared for in a while shows that it did not have many outside visitors. Since no one is visiting the graves, readers can assume that the narrator has not been exposed to the stories of the dead. Because of this, the narrator often wonders who was buried and spent their time sitting in the cemetery, enjoying nature or thinking about life. This was the time when the narrator was ignorant about stories of the dead but also the most peaceful.

Gaofeng Li At home essay #2 EN 102 Prof. Pryor The Dead In the novel The Dead, Gabriel Conroy, who is the nephew of Julia and Kate Morkan, is the main character of the story. One night he and his wife attended a party, which was given by his two aunts, and there were many other members in the party. The story revolves around their life and memories.Gabriel Conroy felt a blur between his soul and the dead. Some people died, but they are still alive because they have true love. Some people are alive, but they are still dead because they never love.I like the story for three reasons.

Hannah had a focused look as she explained her theory. “As a child, it is said that Edgar played with the 'little folk' and was alleged to have seen his deceased grandfather. He regarded them all as incorporeal because he could see through them if he looked hard enough. One day he said he heard the voice. He did reveal at the age of 10, while in his hut in the woods, he saw a woman with wings who told him that his prayers were answered. He was given something by this being he said, but he never told anyone what it was, Don’t you see, he was given the talisman?” Hannah said passionately.

In this poem, there is the constant notion that the author, Thomas Gray, is portraying the serenity of the courtyard and cemetery, but also the critical theme of darkness and death. The author basically writes his own elegy by the end of the poem. There is this theme through out the setting of the play and also through the way the speaker describes certain aspects of Death and how each person has to die eventually. The play starts off with the speaker walking in the courtyard and through the cemetery, looking at all the tombstones and the bareness of each. They are not expensive, well carved pieces that are sometimes thought of in other cemeteries. The significance being that the darkness of the night and how much