Goofy: A Narrative Fiction

Looking back, I’ve only been able to hiccup sad moments. Out of of nowhere the loss of what little good I had was destroyed. Its taken years of life’s cocktail to understand how much I play in everything. Half of what I do, half of what I say, half of who I am, mixed with a person’s half, with a person’s heart, with a person’s soul and together we mix, or don’t mix. We experience each other, like facets mirroring back. In retrospect of this, I’ve arrived and been okay. I have arrived and been disappointed. I have arrived and realized all too soon. I have arrived and not realized soon enough. None of these scenes are as predictable as they sound, all of which come about in the nuances of time spent together. Sometimes,

“I couldn't joke about the person who'd saved me from facing absolute heartbreak at home, who fed my family boxes of sweets,who ran to me worried that I was hurt if I asked for him. A month ago, I had looked at the TV and seen a stiff, distant, boring person-someone I couldn't imagine anyone loving. While he wasn't anything close to the person I did love, he was worthy of having someone to love in his life.”

Prologue The smell of burning flesh is repugnant. It lingers on every street corner, on every piece of cloth, in every shallow breath. The sky is red. Glowing through black clouds that are heavy with the ashes of those who have stopped screaming. More than three thousand tonnes of high explosive

Oh how the flames have changed. No longer did the flames signify destruction, eating away at the pages that had once shaped society as we know it. No longer did the flamethrower clenched in a fireman’s fist burn the ideals that make us people. No longer did they dash the hopes, the dreams, of man. Fire, which was one demolition and violence, is now hope.

Smoke billowed into the air, shrouding everything in darkness. The village homes, once lively and full of love, now are demolished and engulfed in the flames of death. The dragon spewed bright orange inferno which devoured everything in its path. The beast, flying in and out of the blanket of darkness, displayed its wings that obscured the stars, which normally radiated incandescent light. Villagers could see that it would not stop until their whole world was reduced to ash. Light from the fire illuminated the creature’s hateful face; its scales shadowed with the color of ripe plums, glowed violet in its luminous destruction, eyes beaming a malevolent crimson, specks of gold in the iris flicked like the treasure it so viciously collected. Its scornful intentions could be seen in the reflection of the conflagration it had so wickedly constructed.

You would have never thought that life could fall apart and then come back together just in a blink of an eye, could you? You’re right, no one could ever thought of that, because it never happens. One day everything is fine and moving smoothly and then it just all

On a magnificent summers evening sat a dear friend of mine, Gabrielle. As Gabrielle and I spoke we didn’t only enjoy the company of one another, but the amazing scenery that engulfed all of our senses. With the suns’ rays perfectly glistening off of the almost glass like water which was at rest within the lake to the slight tickle of the wind blowing past us. Although this day was breathe taking nothing could have beat how brilliantly her eyes lit up as she talked about what truly drives her to be the wonderful free spirited person she came to be today.

It was another beautiful Sunday, dry, this young man just got out of church, and he got a page that there has been a fire. Leaving immediately he would never have prepared himself for the long night ahead of him. Arrived at the station and opened the doors this young man texted his mother telling her he was headed to a fire, things were going by so quickly. As the time progressed, all he could do is make sure the flames didn’t continue to spread, with nothing but boots, and a backpack sprayer full of water to put out the flames that were stretching for as far as the eye could see, not but knee high yet the effect it had mentally was petrifying. Through the trees and debris he could see flames as high as the trees, except there were no trees, what once was close to two hundred acres of trees has now been turned to ash by an extremely dangerous force. After all the men had left at about four in the morning, trying to sleep was impossible, he was worn, tired, couldn’t breathe because of smoke inhalation, and the images of the destruction caused by a single flame were haunting him. Silently he realized the true dangers of flames. He

Gatsby’s POV I had arrived at my house speechless and tired. Too speechless and too tired in fact, that I could not think of any further words to describe my demise. I could say my heart was broken or that my soul was crushed but even descriptions such as those are inadequate for the sorrow I feel right now. The events that had occurred in the last 24 hours were all a jumble mess in my mind. What had happened between Daisy and I in the Plaza Hotel, the gruesome accident during our ride back home, the tears that ran down her cheek afterwards, the long hours I waited staring vacuously at her window, all of this was but a vague memory of the past. The only thing I could remember were the words Daisy said in front of Tom and I, oh how clearly it rings and echoes in my head, ‘I did love him once - but I loved you too.’ Such a mere sentence had the ability to prove not just the last five years of my life meaningless but my reason of being too. ‘Too’! I never knew such a simple word could bring upon such anguish and pain.

All The King’s Horses. The feeling of the flames that fill my wrists was once comforting, the heat tingling in my fingertips used to give me security. But now, it’s terrifying. A constant reminder of the lives I took. Unlike the knives and arrows,

Why me? Out of everyone, why me?!” I exclaimed. My eyes burned, my heart rate increased, and I felt the transudation of sweat down my back. Infuriated, I aimlessly tossed the pictures away from me. All these memories made me dizzy. My legs were numb. God knows how long I was sitting there. A state of stupor overcame me and I lay down on the cold, hardwood floor. Once again there was darkness. The echoing of the dripping tap jolted me awake. I noticed the minimal light that entered from the windows as the last hues of the setting sun mellowed my rage. I had bathed myself to revive my inner being and to clear my head. As I headed towards the lounge room, my gaze fell on two photographs, side by side. I picked them up and tears welled up in my eyes from what I saw. Although the two photos had different couples they both depicted the same thing: A drunken father, a traumatised son, and a lonely wife. The smiles were a mere mask to conceal the truth. How had I not realised what I had done? What I had become? I was just like him. Like my father! I gave Chris the very same treatment that I had despised as a child. I knew what I had to do now. To make it up to them was going to be a challenge…But it had to be done. I was truly sorry and they had to

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you

My brother, my father, and now my husband is all dead because of me. What a price I pay for loving someone that was never mine to begin with. ”, she cried out, her eyes tearing up.

Not only was I was brokenhearted, but I thought that my patience has come to its end. I looked at the dark night sky and sat on one of the swings at the park near my house. I was just sitting there, I wasn’t even swinging and I thinking about how I want to be another person, or be somewhere else far away. Eventually, I realized that my main problem was that I felt that I could not overcome all the “love” obstacles that life threw at me. I recalled everything I have read in books about love as well as everything that I have experienced myself. In the books everything seemed to be much smoother, happier, and a lot easier. My main thought was “how people can possibly spend their whole life together and be so happy even when things are going downhill?” No one was at the park and it made me feel even more stupid: here I sit with no one here to listen to me or my over anxious thoughts. It was just me, trying to deal with my racing thoughts how I will never

The sun is beaming down on I and coppers face as we take our daily walk, on the ocean shore in Florida. The sun is a bright yellow surrounded with a blue sky, filled with clouds. The sand is stretched alongside I and cooper; white and clear. Only my foot prints and coopers paw prints left behind. The sand is very soft. My feet and coopers paws sink into it with every step. The salty ocean air burns our noses. The waves sparkle and glitter from the sun beaming down on it. The ocean is a dark blue color with white caps as far as we can see. The waves our small. “Go get it Copper!” I yell throwing the stick into the the ocean. Cooper is a Labrador,he's been part of the family for 7 years now. Cooper catches my eyes , he's holding something that is shiny. I can't tell what it is with the sun in my eyes. It's most likely a can he's been bringing them back to shore lately. “Come on boy!” I yell out to him, trying to encourage him to swim faster. I can now see what Cooper is holding , I was right it's a can. For some reason I’m curious to find out whats in the can. As he's a few feet away from shore, I run to the edge of the water, the wind is blowing water across my ankles. “Which you got Cooper?” I ask him as he looses grip of the can, letting it fall on the sand. Coopers barking as I pick up the can. The cans label reads “ Del Monte Whole Kernel Corn”. I straggle to open the can led “It's sealed shut Cooper we have to wait until we get home to open it.” Water is dripping of