I Survived: Nonfiction Vs. Fiction

In I Survived: “The Shark Attacks of 1916” by Lauren Tarshis, the story of the shark attacks in New Jersey in 1916 is talked about. It is about a boy named Chet who lives with his Uncle and goes to a creek with some of his friends. He and his friends pulled pranks on each other all the time. He told his friends there was a shark in the water and no one believed him. That’s when he got injured. There was also 4 shark attacks reported around the same time also.

First and foremost, the fiction and nonfiction aspect comes into play when talking about these two specific books.

As I fly back home from Alaska, I think of all my all my adventures I’ve had so far. I feel amazing that I finally finish and will be returning to my dogs, my home, and most importantly, my sweet wife. I missed her so much over the past two weeks, I can't wait to see her again.

Most like to imagine what it would be like to be in a science fiction story in real life. Everyone would also like to believe it would be easy to survive and to try and would like to believe fighting back would be the first answer. But what most don’t realize is that survival is going to be more difficult than one might think.

We all in school we learning about William Shakespeare, I said yuck Romeo and Joliet, Then went like EHHHHHHH UGHH UGHH don’t want to hear a rhyming for love plus don’t want to see Zac Efron then I feel asleep, and I dreamt of something, then I woke up cause someone rushed into the room and said “Mrs. Smith come here u got to look at this “but Ms. Smith wasn’t the only teacher was called up. Teachers was called up too they told the students to stay in their classrooms. I said “ohhh come on” then I went to sleep, then the bell rung I was like “bruhhh” I said that’s all on the way back to class my stomach was growling so Mr. Smith was ordering pizza but the bell rung so we went home but me, Vic, Gilmer, Xavier was

My first reading goal was to read three books outside of the realistic fiction genre. I achieved this goal because I read The Forgotten Girls by Sara Blaedel, Cover of Snow by Jenny Milchman, and So B. It by Sarah Weeks. Each one of these books belong in the mystery genre. The reason I had chosen this goal is to help me read outside of my comfort zone and I succeeded, I now feel more comfortable reading other genres.

Rowan scooped up her canvas pack by a strap and let it dangle from one hand. She gave it a slight shake, testing the weight, the contents rattling in protest. Her brow furrowed in disappointment. Today had been depressingly unrewarding. Most of the weight came from her own stuff.

I am Latina. I am queer. I am a woman. My existence, I have learned, is a giant fuck you to institutions that work to oppress women, queer individuals, people of color and other marginalized identities.

They say that cold is a subjective term to describe the feeling of the absence of heat, and that without light, there is only darkness. One can only exist with the existence of the other, and in spite of it. She could be compared to the times that this rule was ignored, when the cool day was filled with kinetic energy and the pitch-black room was spilling over with the brightest light anyone had ever seen. This is not to be confused to mean that she was full of light and warmth, but rather that she had a way of encompassing both the dark and the light, while having no ties to either side. In this way, she liked to imagine that she was different, and maybe even superior, compared to others because of her wide ranging understanding of every perspective.

I have a background in journalism, specifically, political journalism. So, I’m used to nonfiction. However, once the word creative slides in, I get confused and overwhelmed in a sea of emotions and feelings. I stayed on the side of politics and policy due to the lack of emotion involved – and if my critique from peers serves as any indication, I lack a certain touch of sensitivity. I don’t like writing about myself, and I really don’t like writing fluffy pieces filled with maudlin ramblings of past experiences. I’m a thinker – if anyone is familiar with Myers-Briggs typology, I’m an INTP – and like to read and write things that stimulate my intellectual curiosities.

The banging of Eathan throwing the foam basketball into the plastic hoop on the closet door, and clicking of the controllers from the xbox filled the air, as the four of us sat in my newly furnished basement. “We’re going to be back in an hour! Make sure to clean up down there before I get back!” My mom’s muffled voice shouted through the basement door, as she rushed to my little brother's soccer game. Ice lined the windows with frost, the winter time causing it to appear as if it was the middle of the night.

We were all just sitting on the log that we always sit at, fishing in the same place as always, talking about the same old stuff, but today felt different. It wasn’t the weather, it’s always hot here. It wasn’t the group, it was still Mark, Sam, and I. I couldn’t figure out what was so different about today. Mark and Sam are still talking about their dumb wrestling and I’m just waiting to understand a word that they say so I can at least be a part of it.

Crystal flicked her ear as she finished catching a fish. She stretched her paws as she thought about what it would be like to be in a Clan. Crystal padded off to her den, which was a small-unused badger cave right beside the foot of a tree. She carefully ate her fish; she tried her best to be quiet. Crystal did not want FeatherClan to hear, scent, or notice her. If they did, Crystal shook with fear as she thought. They would probably cave in my home, and then throw me out. . Then I would have nowhere to go. I would be homeless. I would have to sleep underneath trees and travel continuously. . She sighed before curling up in her underground cave. She continued to eat her fish. When she finished she groomed her pelt and went to sleep.

The Role of Humor in Nonfiction: The Entertaining Truth While others may not find your humor funny, keeping the attention of the reader is important to break up the monotony. Humor is used in various types of literature and different ways in our lives. It is a part of life, that can add character to any form of writing or comedy. Humor means, to amuse, entertain or have fun with someone, using witty sayings or action.

Nonfiction is the broadest category of literature. Autobiographies, biographies, memoirs, letters, essays, speeches and news articles are just a few of the many types of nonfiction writing. All of these forms of prose concern real, rather than imaginary subjects. Nonfiction writers present information they consider true. Like fiction, nonfiction writing can be creative.