Fiction: A Fictional Narrative

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

John woke up to his screeching alarm at 5:30, slamming his hand down on the snooze button subsequently. “Fuck”, he bellowed in anger. He arose from his bed and rubbed his eyes as he entered his bathroom. John winced as he turned the bright light on, he grabbed a towel then hopped in his morning shower. He lathered up then rinsed off, doing the same to his hair. He dried off then headed downstairs and poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the tv, the news channel was showing live footage of a bus crash on the highway. He let out a snide laugh, “sucks to suck!”

“I do not know what I have just done!” Fleur exclaimed. I watched her carefully, not sure if I could trust her. “Answer me!” she shouted, I had not even realised that she had asked me a question.

Anyway, back to Spencer. I was leaning against the wall, and then I someone ran into me. I stumbled and fell sideways, right into Spencer. For a couple seconds I couldn’t figure out what happened. All I knew was my head kinda of hurt and there was beer spilled all over my shirt. Someone held out a hand and pulled me up. That someone was Vivian. At the time, the only thing I knew about Vivian was that she scared the shit out of me. Two years prior to that day, she looked a lot like Alice, actually. Cute blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wore little dresses to school. Then she changed. She died her hair black, got a nose piercing, and I hadn’t seen her in a dress since. I hadn’t even talked to her in several years when she pulled my beer-soaked

 "Damn thing went out again," Minzy growls, slamming her hand against the air conditioner. I rub the back of my neck, sweat trickling down my body in a fit of heat overdose.

Gabby could feel her head buzzing and her body tingling. The bottle of booze had worked its magic and if it where anyone else she'd want to make good use of such tingly feelings. But she couldn't go there, not with Alex, not when she knew what it would do to her heart. God she wanted him, she had for a very long time. Spent nights playing out what it would be like as her hands did the best they could to play his part. And afterward she'd hate herself for being so weak, for wanting him, and for worse needing him in her life.

“It wasn’t even about the sex, which at best was just my frustration getting the better of me” Serena continued

It was August and I went to the pet store to get a new dog. My previous dog ran away and I never saw him again. I knew this was going to be the dog because it was my third dog now so I know exactly how to train them. I showed the nice lady which one I wanted and she got me it. It was a really little chiwowa. I named him Paco because it rhymes with taco.

Maria was a 12 year old girl in Mexico City, she had just moved in with her abuelita Karmen from San Luis Potosi. A week passed, and it was Maria's first day of school at La Secundaria 32 . Maria was a great student she always did her work and had A’s in all her subjects in class. She also has many friends which she kinda didn't talk to because they really didn't pay attention to her. You see although Maria was excellent at almost everything , her family had always been poor. Maria didn't have nice clothes like her friends did or a phone or even new shoes. This had always made Maria feel alone also because they would make fun of her for wearing the same thing.

As they walk into class everybody turns, and stares at them. “What are you little bitches looking at?“ My teacher starts saying “Anna I will not toler-” “Oh shut up. You can’t seem to tolerate anything.” I reply. “Later losers, I decided I don’t feel up to learning from a dumb ass” I add. “Anna Seriously don’t act like this.” Alice says. “Well how would you like me to act then, since you’re just the boss of everybody.” “OMG!!!! Then just leave, I don’t flipping care what you do with yourself anymore” She yells at me. Just as I start to say something rude and profound back at her, the superintendent speaks through the microphone. “Anna, please come down to my office” “Later Alice” I say

“Shh, she’s sleeping. Steph is a friend of mine. Someone hurt her.” Jason walked with his sister as she made her way downstairs. “So… Why we?” Evelyn cocked her brow, stopping midway through her trip down the stairs to turn toward him. “As in, me, Nathan, the police. What the hell is with you?” He laughed huskily. “You’re kidding right? You fuck a guy upstairs that is supposed to be looking after you, your friend is sleeping in a few rooms away and has been hurt. The hell is going on with you?” She had no answer for that. Aside from the fact that it wasn’t like her, at

Obviously, I’ll be the dinner joke at their table I thought. They both looked at me in puzzlement. “Look, I’m not like either one of you in the beauty department. Sometimes, I don’t even know why you hang out with me. Shauna’s eyes flashed and Dani exploded, “Dammit! We hang out with you because you are our friend and you are beautiful. Don’t you know we wouldn’t have it any other way?!”

The waitress smiled, “Granny probably wants help in the kitchen, if you don’t mind.” She looked at the boys; you two can help me with these lights. She gave Felix a wink and the boy almost passed out. Henry couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

They reveal to each other that they are both single, and laugh at the irony of being single while also being communication experts.

Today I am reading some fiction short stories. Fiction is stories that are based on a world of imagination. There are three main types of fiction that readers often read. The first type of fiction is the short story, which can be read within a couple hours and usually focus on one storyline or plot and only a few characters. The second type of fiction is the novella, which is longer than a short story and gives the author more room to create many different storylines or plots. The last type of fiction is a novel, which is longer than the novella. The author can make a novel as long as they want and are usually well developed through storylines, plots and characters. Fiction is very popular to read because it is entertaining and gives the reader a different perspective of the world. The reader can use fiction to imagine a different life and for that moment, forget all the chaos in the world. Fiction shows the readers different things that could or are happening in real life, but are set in a different time, so we can relate. The reader gains knowledge and creativity from reading stories that are unimaginable from someone else’s mind. Reading fiction helps readers put themselves in someone else’s shoes and become more understanding of what others feel or go through in life.