Jolker: A Fictional Narrative

Peripetia, or the reversal, is another element of the tragic hero. Such as when an action backfires on the person, much the way that abandoning Oedipus

His tiny feet, encased in short black boots with steel buckles, would have neatly fitted into a delicate lady 's dancing slippers; when he stood up, he was no taller than a twelve-year-old child, and suddenly looked, strutting on stunted legs that seemed grotesquely inadequate to the grown-up bulk they supported, not like a well-built truck driver but like a retired jockey, overblown and muscle-bound, pg 15

The sun has risen and a young boy jumps out of bed with excitement, as he knows today he gets to go to his first professional baseball game. His father had bought him the tickets for his birthday months ago, and the boy had been counting down the days ever since. He put on his favorite ‘Cleveland Indians’ shirt, and ran downstairs to eat his yogurt and waffles for breakfast. As he ate, his mother saw him happily drawing Jacob’s Field, using his brown crayon to put the finishing touches on the base paths. The boy had a penchant attitude for baseball, as it was the first game his father ever taught him to play, and because of that, he would play whenever he could; with rocks and a stick, with his friends in the yard, and in his head when he

Our plan was after I healed from my C-section and Malaki was at least 6 months old I would be going back to college. Of course, things do not always go, as we want them to. It was May 28, 2008. I had just had Malaki 13 days before. It was a normal day. I was nursing Malaki and Keith called to say he had just gotten off work and was on his way home. He had a great job installing insulation. As I put Malaki down in his bassinet, I could have never imagined in less than one hour and less than one mile from home my family’s lives and “our plan” would change forever.

I jumped into the t-bird car and rushed to the rumble because I can never miss a fight. If you know me I was one of the best fighters of all time, to this day I have never lost a fight. We got to the rumble and here come the socs in there blue mustang, they hop out of there car and it was on. Everyone started fighting each other so I jumped in and started hitting people, the socs got scared and they forfeited and the greasers won the fight. ran to there car and . We jumped in the T-bird and were gone. We got to the hospital and johnny was laying there on his last breathe. We told him we won the fight and he smiled and was gone. I was so confused because I thought that it was all just a dream. Johnny was the only person that I loved out of everyone.

Sam was walking home from the Morrisville Market with a full bag of groceries. The sun was hot and no clouds were in sight. He smelled the fresh bread being baked in the shops. He felt like nothing could go wrong, and oh how wrong he was about that. The sidewalk was cracked right in front of Lana’s Diner glowed an odd red light. “What the……AHHHHHH!” When a garbage truck pulled up the garbage man found Sam lying face down on the sidewalk with a \

It has been a week since I handed in my project for English, things still do not feel the same at home, something feels as if it’s missing with Johnny and Dally went. Like a shadow has gone over our group. Nothing feels quite the same around a home, Dally seems more gentle with me almost as if I’m glass and will break, but I can see why. They try to make me feel better, and slowly my life is getting back on track, my grades are slowly climbing up, again Dally thinks I still got a good chance to get into a great university, he thinks that if I enter track next year, and do well I can even get a sports scholarship. I hope what he is saying is right. The whole group seems to be pushing me forward. Sodapop also seems happy for me, he is smiling more, but he almost seems more protective. Now that my head is clear I feel like I can see things the way they are. Because of that, they are careful around me, not wishing me to become like what I was again.

I messaged you on Christmas on Skype, sorry if you didn’t get it. If you meant a call, I just don't have the strength to do that right now. When I hear your voice,I just become weak. Look, our arguments and disagreements have gotten me to a state where I don’t feel sane anymore. I thought I explained that but I’ll go to deeper details. I can’t sleep anymore without taking a sleep aid, I break down crying randomly throughout the day, and I’ve been very close to harming myself. I haven’t bleed, but I have bruised myself. I can’t handle stand your “I won’t grow” mindset. I have given up on you coming over, I get it that could never happen right now. You made me believe it could for a year now. It not just that, it everything Jerson. I want

Jonathan is the main character in the book. He grows from a young seagull who tries to master flight to a wise sage who can bring other seagulls back to life. He learns about perfection, heaven, and learning itself. He learns to disappear and reappear in thin air. He learns from an Elder and he tries to teach the Flock. As a young gull, he is banished from the Flock for his desire to fly higher and faster than any other seagull. Jonathan serves as an inspiration to anyone who wants to succeed beyond the limitations

“I’m gonna go after Sarah!” Luke screamed over the noise and without second thought, he took off running. My eyes went wide as he was immediately lost in the crowd of walkers.

The street was flooded with cop cars and sirens by the time Detective Toussaint arrived on the scene. He briefly greeted his colleagues consisting of nearly the entire Erie Police Department, Forensics, and numerous other variations of uniform, all embellished with the familiar detailed charcoal and crimson emblem. As Detective Toussaint ducked and weaved his way skillfully through the barriers of striped plastic tape, Edward Linder, the Erie PD coroner and an unusually odd man both in looks and manner, had skulked over to join the Detective. Linder exclaimed abruptly, “Three murders!” with an enthusiastic grin, “Discovered by a neighbour when she heard a scream. Knocked on the door but no one answered, so she looks through the window and sees

My hands were sweating against the microphone in my hand, I could feel the anxiety throughout the air on the big stage. The only thing separating me, I mean us, from the large crowd filled with haters, supporters, and who knows what else; was the velvet red curtain that she knew in no time would disappear, revealing me and my friends to our fate.

“Dad, it doesn’t seem fair,” announced Racer, disappointment coloring his voice. The set in his jaw and the pinch in his brow spoke more emphatically than his words. Though he didn’t believe a single word that came out of his mouth, he couldn’t stop himself from uttering this statement. Basketball was Racer’s passion: he ate, and breathe the very essence of basketball. He believed that he might even love it more than his eldest brother Victor, who had an unfortunate car accident a couple of years earlier, and yet they approved of his playing of basketball. Do not get him wrong, he was very happy for his big brother, but it just didn’t seem fair. Usually he followed he parent’s decision as being final, but this time he just couldn’t let it

Jeremy Johnson had always knew he didn’t belong in unkempt Agrestic with its uneducated residents and a high murder rate. Although he had to live in such awful conditions he defied the typical poor black high school stereotype and excelled in school, was caption of his school’s basketball team, and volunteered at his local youth group. All he wanted was to complete his senior year and get out of the town with his scholarship to Howard University, but he couldn’t graduate without doing one thing first. Helping Lydia. He knew his sister was heading down a life-threatening path and he’d do anything to help her.

Imagine this. You are out with on a leisurely walk with your young son who has up until the next following weeks has lived a relatively normal life. Maybe a couple minor bumps in the road, but overall a happy kid you have. Your son, James, asks for another drink even though he had just had one. Though it wasn’t too weird because this is one of the hottest summers you could remember, but you did notice that he seemed a small bit pale and sluggish. He just wasn’t really engaged.