Interloper: A Narrative Fiction

I was going through a rough time in my life, a time where I felt weak and was not understood by anyone around me. I couldn't seem to wrap my head around everything, my loneliness, my depression, and many other things. It was a time where I was vulnerable, for the sake of the story. I never did a lot of talking, this caused some weird things to happen to me, and they didn't feel normal. I saw things at night, things that nobody should ever have to see. I saw the dark side of humankind, all of the hate, the lies, it all became clear. Night after night, I saw these things, and it never made sense to me, why I was seeing

The interlopers is a story where 2 main characters fight over a family feud and they eventually come to terms with each other. They hated each other since they were little children. When both men met each other in the woods a thunder struck a tree near them and trap them both. One of the men realized it was a waste of time and energy trying to fight with the other man and tried to make friends with him. They come to a agreement to be friends and not enemies and wait for their men to come and save them. As they wait for one of their groups of men to save them they see in the distance wolves are heading towards

The “interlopers” is a brief story between two families, an argument between two males for three generations. A devastation between Ulrich and Georg, two strong enemies. This ponderous feud has been unpredictable and had brought aftermaths including punches and chaos. The other conflict is the nature of the story, severe raw weather. The realism is that both men, were the intruders of the forest in the story.

“Who are they?” Asked Georg quickly, straining his eyes to see what the other gladly would not have seen. “Wolves.”

Why do we engage in war? Is there ever a significant outcome?Just like the Korean War, the story Interlopers by Saki, share similar themes and outcomes. In the Interlopers, the author Saki conveys a theme of don’t waste your life on engaging in hatred cause death will follow, using the literary techniques of situational irony, imagery, and foreshadowing.

“ ...For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” (James 4:14) Words of truth from the book of truth. We have no idea how long our lives will be on this earth. This concept is brought to light even more in the two short stories we will be discussing, “The Story of an Hour” and “The Interlopers”. These two stories share some similarities and some differences that we will be looking at. These two stories show us a very important concept… “The Story of an Hour” and “The Interlopers” are perfect examples of how the expected does not always happen.

Many people desire to get something, and they fight each other to win their desire. They consider each other their enemies and do whatever it takes to be better than one another. When the enemies need help for same problem, they unite themselves to solve the problem. The short story “The Interlopers” by Saki is about unification and reveals how enemies become allies in harsh situations.

By: Lucas Armstrong Ulrich gave his best effort to grab his gun. After struggling for a few seconds he finally hooks the edge of the firearm onto the button of his leather jacket.

"Who are they?" asked Georg quickly, straining his eyes to see what the other would gladly not have seen.

Months on end I tried to rid the voices from the head, but my efforts were in vain. I snapped. Visions of gruesome murders flew in and out of my head. My memories were like a tangled ball of yarn. The muscles within me twitched uncontrollably; I let out a blood-curdling scream that echoed throughout the ominous night. The pain felt like something was trying to take over my body

The short story “The Interlopers” by Saki, was written in 1919. The story is still read frequently by the community, and is often assigned to be read for high school students. The story has been around for almost one-hundred years old and is still popular, many people wonder why. That question can be answered many ways, one of them being the techniques the writer uses. The author uses foreshadowing, irony, and suspense to keep readers continuing to reading the story.

In The Interlopers the two main characters of the story are fighting over a piece of land. The first character is Ulrich von Gradwitz. The second character is Georg Znaeym. Both of these men hate each other because the other wants the land that von Gradwitz owns. As they were fighting thunder struck a tree and it fell right on them and they were stuck together. In the end they both ended up as friends and were going to die together. Also in the end wolves

Darkness... Darkness is all I see right now I somehow know I 'm not dead but not alive either I 'm in between both like a coma not dead nor alive just sleeping. I look around trying to find away out, "Hello?" I ask but nothing happens I start walking around with no direction not knowing if I 'm going round and round I 'm not scared I actually feel relaxed I don 't know why. "Hello?" I ask again, this time something appears in front of me it 's like a movie screen I stare at it waiting for something to happen. A few seconds later something starts playing; at first it was blurry but it slowly focused, there 's a women and her two children I stare closely at them they look familiar but who are they; I stared closely at them my eyes widen, It was mom, Xavier and me before mom died and Xavier disappeared. We look so happy together swinging on the swing and laughing blowing some bubble here and there the blue and sky and green grass. I remember this day it was my birthday, I was turning 6 that day, and we went to the park together everything was just perfect. I smiled at the memory seeing my moms face hearing her laughter her voice once more. I feel the need of reaching out and hugging her at least one last time but I don 't, and my brother just two years older than me taking care of me making sure I was ok catching me at the end of the slide and kissing my forehead I wish I could hug them both and never let them go. I couldn 't help it no more I just

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. The noise echoed through the apartment until I had eventually made it down to the bottom floor, then, to the kitchen. Once at the kitchen, I looked around for a broken plate, odd enough, I couldn’t find one; I almost gave up until I saw something weird, the pantry was shaking, it was rumbling as if there was some sort of earthquake. I moved towards it, each step softer and slower than the previous. I feared that as soon as I opened the door, a man with a gun would come out and shoot; I could imagine it, but my curiosity got the better of me as I opened the door, as soon as I did however, I was greeted with a bright flash of light. I averted my eyes and covered my face with my hands, the light was too bright as it bled through my eye sockets, I was still able to see. It was almost as if I was looking into the sun. That was until the light had simply vanished. Once I felt as if I was safe, I opened my eyes again, to my surprise, I had jerked right out of bed, and I had heard the sound of plates being smashed to the ground once again. Immediately perceptive of my surroundings, yet surprised and confused at the same time, I glanced at my analog clock,

Somewhere I heard someone talking. And some one crying. Another moan. My head hurt. I felt like I was going mad. I looked out the window of the car, but I could not see more than a few feet. I closed my eyes. I looked over and saw everyone I loved seriously injured. People saw us flip over, why is there no one here. I needed to get help. I found a pair of cracked sunglasses and I put them on. Saying goodbye to my friends I left the car. I heard crying, but from where. I looked up. It was night and there was a light at the top of the hill. Help had come. I was a rope descending from the rail seperating New Hampshire from Main. I grabbed the rope, and it stung like fire. In the back of my mind I heard someone yell. The light from the street was fading away.