Irony: A Narrative Fiction

“ maybe he is going to the washroom” Lee murmured in his mind, he does not turn back neither, but he could see his dad stop in front of his fish tank only wearing his red boxers.

“I wish dad was here” Tom shouted, completely oblivious to just how serious the situation was and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. He smiled innocently and the whole experience reminded him of a trip to Coney Island he had taken with his parents a couple of years earlier. With his arms raised up above his head he began yelling in excitement as though he was on a rollercoaster, looking up to see how long it took for his gloves to turn white.

Yusef Komunyakaa and Eavan Boland illustrate their personal experiences in order to emphasize how mistakes or tragic events will follow you for the rest of your life. The events that occur personally will haunt you every second of your life until you come to terms with them. The poems “Facing It” and “The Necessity of Irony” both reflect on past memories by using similar language and tone in order to realize what is truly important in life for a better future.

“...What do you want, kid?” He asked in a gravelly, deep voice. He obviously hadn’t been expecting a child to show up at his apartment. Who would?

“I...I don’t know. Sometimes I wish dad would just come back. And other times I wish he was never alive. He left us, to suffer with an alcoholic mother, while he’s probably living a good life with another wife who’s 20 years younger than him.” I rolled up my sleeve, tracing the scars on my wrist. We stared at the passing cars, hoping one of those was mom’s.

"Felix, there is a very important issue that we absolutely need to address," came the response. The voice sounded familiar, almost, and he recognized that, even surrounded by his clouds of drowsiness. It almost sounded like the voice secondary to his own, the one that breathed down his neck everyday during the time of the Hunger Games and months before as well, dry, low, and darkly amused. The one he feared and...

Irony is the “literacy language or literary style in which actions, events, or words are the opposite of what readers expect” (McWhorter 986). In the short story, “The Story of an Hour,” the author shows irony throughout to create a dramatic effect. She starts the story off with talking about a woman, Mrs. Mallard who has just lost her husband in a railroad accident. Throughout the start of the story, many details are revealed through dramatic iron and situational irony.

I know why i was laughing, but why did she start laughing? I barely made it to the bus before it left and there was only one seat left next to this girl that I did not know at the time. Her name was Lorrain. When I sat down, she just looked out the window. The bus started to move and she still was just looking out the window. After like two minutes or so, I remembered the last time that I set a bomb off in the bathroom. That's when I started laughing uncontrollably.Not at anyone on the bus or to something that someone said but the look on the guy’s face who got in trouble for what I had done.I was not even remotely thinking about what other people would think of me laughing for no reason, Let alone the random girl next to me. I had seen her before a couple of times, but I did not know her at the time. I kept laughing. I could not stop. It was not even that funny but I could not stop laughing.

Mom just sat and cried. She cried for three whole days. her face was blotchy and her eyes were red. Then one day she just stopped...

She hobbled a few steps closer to the door. "Ben came back after we had left." Her voice was soaked in concern. "He must have kicked in the front door." Her voice trembled with every spoken word, tears filled eyes illustrated her fear. "That means—." She moved closer to the door and cupped her mouth.

Why was he the only one left there? Was it because he had taken so long to check and see what was going on? Could he have stopped whatever had happened from happening if he had decided to go outside earlier? Why was he even worrying? He didn’t even know what had just happened. The barking and the vans could have meant absolutely nothing, but the absence of people on his street? There seemed like no reason to be but he was scared. He just stood there at the doorstep of the last house that he visited, frozen, like a deer in the headlights. He didn’t move, he just thought. His mind was racing and he couldn’t say why. He kept thinking for many minutes when he heard something that was behind him. It was the door of the house just across the street from where he stood, to his surprise, it

“Ya, and my father was always very disappointed in me. So I’ve been on the run ever since, but eventually I got hungry and cold so I started stealing. After a while my father stopped looking for me. He had figured that I moved on or died of hunger, but either way it didn’t affect him so he moved on as well.”

“What do you think Tomas will ask his Mother based on the fact that he is hot and tired.”

I could see the look in Lane’s eyes as we heard the prolonged footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew we were thinking the same thing as we hid the others. When we heard the familiar huffing and puffing of the administrative assistant we ran for cover. It seemed like it took him forever to get up the stairs. I wasn’t sure what to do as the worker asked, “Is everything ok?”

“ ok then well go get the rest of your stuff ready so you can leave before it gets darker.” So he goes upstairs and makes sure he leaves his room clean, and gets his bag for his candy. Fernando was at the door when mom shouted