Free Will: A Brief Narrative Fiction

Restricted by the society of his time, Clay finds his freedom and outlet through his passion for writing and infinitely, through his love for Tracy Bacon. A miracle New York had spat out for Mr. Clay only to reprimand it’s miracle harshly and create a dim truth that would illuminate Sammy’s life for the rest of his remaining days. It is important to realize that New York, while piping hot and burning, is capable of producing gentle truths and reminding one of them with a needle-stacked and thorn lavished whip. New York, a city of love and degradation for Sammy, caused him to spiral upwards into social graces and inner acceptance and then tumble him back down into where he was first conceived, in the womb of his mother: regressing back to being infantile, unsure, and pervasively unsteady. Sammy’s logic, though skeptic and skewered from the abuse, allows him to see right through the false memoranda of New York and by effect, seep his soul into the heart of his beloved city and grasp it’s beating heart by the horns and make it utterly and completely,

Mark then re-accounted this moment with his friend, Webbs and Webbs took it upon himself to sell "The Jumping Frog" by any means necessary, even if it included selling it himself-which he did. "Webb, and he bravely said that not all the Carleton’s in the universe should defeat that book; he would publish it himself on a ten per cent. royalty. And so he did." (Twain). Mark was persistent in his dreams once he knew what direction he should point in, his friends’ attempts to sell his book were noted by Mark with an exasperated look and a grateful sigh. Mark was a person who wants the rewards, but not to have to do all the work. Mark later than received a letter from Elisha Bliss, who offered to represent him in the publishing industry. Mark, after some thought agreed, and was excited. When Carelton had rejected him, Mark was unsure of what to do then which is why he didn't try by all attempts to proceed onwards with publishing. Carelton had been his only hope and it had just been smashed, but Bliss had reopened his eyes. Again, Mark was a realist and this was another door opening for him. Unfortunately, it wasn't immediate.

I was having some trouble coming up with new ideas last week for my free-write, so I decided to write a scene from my book that I hadn’t yet, and incorporate one of the themes into that. However, I was unaware that I would actually have to finish the story, and It had to be 500 words or less. Considering the climax and conclusion of my book were probably several thousand words away from the free-write segment, I decided I ought to tell a different story.

Now, we know that Drew had an extremely blest life, with a good family, good schools, and kind friends. So what could he really and truly desire? Well, we know he always wanted to be a good author. So, we think, that when he peers into the mirror, he would see him holding an award winning, critically acclaimed, highly praised, bestselling book. After all, he’s been into writing since he was a kid! When he was 11, he wrote a history book, and even before that, he was a creative writer with both fiction and

At first, I hadn’t realized this, especially right after Tom was locked up. I had been determined to destroy him for taking our daughter away from me, but when Hannah offered to give my daughter back in exchange for testifying against Tom, I realized I couldn’t do it after reading his letter. He had written, “You’re angry and hurt and nothing makes sense, and I know what that feels like…Perhaps when it comes to it, no one is just the worst thing they ever did” (314). Despite everything I had gone through, Tom had been through worse, losing both his parents and surviving a war. No matter what I had done to hurt him, though, he had been willing to forgive me—either that, or he never blamed me in the first place—and all he wanted in return was for me to do the same. Now, having experienced a lifetime together, Tom is the one sitting next to me, holding my hand as the days slip away, and I understand now that he had been right: people are more than their mistakes, and the past doesn’t have to cast a shadow over the future. I know I hadn’t made moving on easy at first, but reflecting back on it, I am sure that I loved Tom, and he loved me back. In the end, we had forgiven each other and found a way to mend the gap Lucy had left in our lives, because of that love.

Discusses his lack of authority to write a book, but decides to write one anyway.

Once upon a time, there was a guy who wanted to be an author. He wrote a couple of decent works and then got caught in a loop. This reviewer is setting it down here, so that he can try breaking out of it and stop crowding out other better-written books.

The idea about free will and fate is still unsolved and debatable throughout the world. Some claim that humans have their own power to create their own destiny, however, others argue that they are inescapable victims of fate. The novel, Things Fall Apart, portrays the relationship between human’s determination to succeed and his or her own fate by describing Okonkwo as a tragic figure. While Okonkwo believes that he can overcome his fate through his hard work, Chinua Achebe reveals that fate is a powerful, inevitable event in the novel.

It was by pure coincidence and good fortune that Judy’s birthday was the day after Harry’s, giving Tom the perfect excuse (or so he told himself) to visit her after three and a half years of separation. He carried a single red rose in his hand, a simple gift that was all he could afford without asking Booker for money, and he loathed asking Booker for money. It had taken a long time, but he was slowing finding his independence, and he refused to take advantage of the man he loved. He knew it would take many more months of therapy before he had the confidence to re-enter the workforce, but he planned to pull his weight financially as soon as he could. While it was still a long way in the future, he hoped that one day, he could become a youth counselor. It was his dream to help those who were addicted to drugs find a new path in life, and he hoped his stint in prison would not hinder his ambition. He honestly believed he had a role to play in helping those who had lost their way. It was his destiny and if he could prevent one other person from ruining their life the way he had ruined his, then the last three years would have been worth all the pain. Although his transformation had been painfully slow, he finally felt as though he had a purpose in a world full of uncertainty. He had a clear vision for the future, but most importantly, he was slowly but surely, finding Tom Hanson.

As mentioned above, in his mature years he admitted that his effort had set loose, but there was nothing he could do about it. In 1967 he said

I believe in free will. I believe we have the ability to choose how to act. It may not always be easy. However, it is our choice.

The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination, and consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.

Many people who write a book will actually never have it published and half the writers who do have their work published won 't see a second book in print. It is also worth noting that half the titles in any given bookshop won 't sell a single copy there, and most published writers won 't earn anything from their book apart from the advance.

Fate is the driving force in many epic poems, tales, and stories. This is what predetermines where the hero will go, who they are going to meet along their journeys and what they will become. It may lead to a romance so strong that it forces two cities into a war. Whether they go on to live a long life filled with glorious gifts and honour or, whether they die in battle, a glorious death or otherwise. It is these fates and destinies that are strongly woven into the epics that modern audiences read today and inevitably what pre-decides the outcomes of the epics, fought against or not.

He was stripped from his happy, comfortable life and dumped in this twisted new reality in which there was no escape. He stood out, with his white cane and dark glasses. He could feel the stares as he walked along the street, the hairs on his neck standing straight. The feeling of incompetence was destructive, not just to him, but to his wife as well. Tina was always with him every waking moment, talking him through every problematic event - from accidentally stepping on the cat to a close encounter with death.