Kyle's Lesson: A Narrative Fiction

He was never happy, he was always sad and down. Anytime someone handed him a drink he waited for them to walk away and he would dump it out. He never wanted to drink alcohol again. Kyle was reminded every so often of what he did. He received letters in the male from the girl’s father. The father would tell Kyle things. He wrote in one of his letters that his daughter loved pancakes and he hoped a killer like him never ate pancakes again. It was a constant reminder for Kyle. Even on the biggest day of his life he didn’t have his family there because it affected his relationship with them. His son said he couldn’t come to his wedding because he had to study finals. His dad was too sick and Kyle thought it would be too much to ask his brothers to come. “The whole wedding party was hers; he was like another guest” (Walter,

A good novel entertains the reader. An excellent novel entertains and enlightens the reader. Set in a Cajun community in the late 1940’s, A Lesson Before Dying is a heart-warming tale of injustice, acceptance and redemption. A Lesson Before Dying by Earnest J. Gaines is an excellent novel. Not only does Gaines inform the reader, he entertains will his effective storytelling. His use of symbolism, voice and stylistic devices keeps the reader enticed to the very last page.

“The Lesson” by Toni Cade Bambara, is a short story with many different character traits. Miss Moore is a person in the short story who has many different traits. Miss Moore teaches the kids the value of a dollar in a unique way. Miss More shows that she is caring, presentable (confident about her looks), and well educated teacher, who is trying to better the lives of the kids, through out the story. Miss Moore shows off her traits in many ways.

DisneyWorld. But while she was looking out the foggy window, her eyes glanced at the the stack of mail from the children’s hospital laying on the counter, her heart sank. She just wished that she could have a few more years with her son. She wished there was some hope for her sweet and kind-hearted boy. She became frustrated at how anyone could pick on someone so undeserving. Before she let her feelings ruin Nicholas’s trip, she rushed outside to take him to the happiest place on

That evening, we arrived back in Orlando, the city. I thought of satellites and how they can beam out messages and ideas into thousands of homes miles away. I walked through forbidden areas at night; deserted walkways, boarded shops, saw people in doorways, wrapped in blankets, everywhere was quiet. I sat in bars, trying to strike up conversations, but even the lonely mimicked the same story – I wanted to discuss, to find out if anyone felt as I did – about this madness, I wanted to find those who reject it all. I knew they were there - somewhere. That night I found nothing. The next day we drove along, boulevards lined with motels, peep shows and strip bars. We visited Universal Studious and Walt Disney. I wondered if these places were the centre, the final mental solution of the American Dream. If this is where it took its inspiration and ideology from and then siphoned it and injected it with mirror images of people who look human. Then sold it back intensely through schools, households and the media while destroying cultures, environments, onward pushing with this madness. Behind the smiles, the dreams, the fairy tales, lay corruption, violence and nightmares. These Walt Disney characters in their tomorrowland are the epitomy of it all, behind the ‘innocence’ and ‘purity’ – lay lies, lay children chained to tables, working for cents . Behind it all lay 400 years of butchering, and today, so some can achieve material dreams, millions of casualties. Even here, along these

It was over. The dream of a new world, of Albion, had died on the battlefield at Camlann.

This is a story I’ve been meaning to tell for a while, and this is also my first post here. I swear this is a true story and I’m glad I’ve found the proper forum to recollect these memories.

Kylee found herself rushing downstairs because she was ten minutes away from being late to school. She’s never been late before but she lost track of time reading last night and slept in a little too much.

“You're atrocious at lying,” I said. Vanitas's usual perverted smirk came back to his face. He took a few steps closer to me until our bodies were about a few inches away. His eyes stared intensely into mine; his golden hues burning with desire. He put one finger under my chin in a flirtatious manner.

Christopher is a unique person, and his intelligence is just one example of how he stands apart from the crowd. For example, Christopher is able to memorize complex math concepts, such as large prime numbers. "I know...every prime number up to 7,057" Haddon (2). This quote proves the above claim because most people are not taught that 7,057 is a prime number. Also, Christopher’s expansive knowledge of prime numbers and doubling two’s is important because he uses math as a way to calm himself down. Furthermore, Christopher knows several different tricks that the general public would not think of off the top of their head, such as starting a fire with their glasses. "...then use my glasses to focus the sunlight on a piece of my clothing and start

A brow arched, and the cheeky grin returned to his face. Even in a situation such as this, the woman continued to entice him more and more. "I'm sure you won't need to worry about finding someone else to have some fun with, Karmen. That's been on my mind, since the very first moment I laid eyes on you, as I'm certain you're totally aware?" Duane grinned, and deliberately lowered his eyes down her body, then reached for his cases, and with the other hand, touched her arm, and met her gaze again. "Just I, being such a gentleman and all, thought I wouldn't push it." His eyes glittered with amusement, and he indicated for her to get moving. "The sooner we start, the sooner we'll reach water. Don't worry, we'll be just fine." The confidence of his tone was more than he actually felt as he reached her side. "Oh, and don't worry, there's times to be a gentleman, and well, there's time to be anything, but. I'm sure you know what I mean."

Many moons ago after the first extinction of humans there was a young giant named Kyle. Kyle wasn't any giant he was the son of the great King Jake the mighty and strong leader of all the kingdoms in the realm. Kyle being the youngest of 4, his brothers being great warriors themselves such as the oldest William Marshal known as the greatest warrior to ever live, the second oldest being Aristodemus the wisest of them and of course Flamma Kyles best friend and Marshals left hand man in war. Kyle only being 234 years old wasn't as great as his brothers and sometimes felt left out when his father and brothers would talk about their achievements.

All around there were children with bright smiles full of excitement and tugging at their parents’ shirts saying, “Let’s go see that!” This place is the most magical place on earth: Disney World in Orlando, Florida. The days were scorching hot, but it often rained so, I could get the cooling sensation of rain washing the sweat off my body. Disney World consists of four parks, but the best is by far the one known as the Magic Kingdom. It made me feel as if I am royalty. When I first walked into the Magic Kingdom, there was a walk way called Main Street, U.S.A. I saw a barber shop, a theater, clothing shops containing Mickey Mouse attire, and art galleries filled with aesthetic art. The Hall of Presidents was located in the theatre. It had realistic wax figures of every President sitting on a stage all together with a short show depicting events that happened during some of the Presidents’ lifetime. While taking a stroll down Main Street, U.S.A, I smelled the fresh aroma of hot-dogs and bakery items such as sweet, scrumptious apple pies. Taking the path straight down Main Street, U.S.A, I saw the beautiful Cinderella Castle surrounded by the vast diversity of flowers and their vivid colors. Cinderella’s Castle was as tall as the Eiffel Tower. It had lovely architecture and was painted with beautiful blue and white colors. Once I passed by Cinderella’s Castle, I spotted a place entitled Frontierland with rustic, old looking buildings. There were a variety of commodities to

While arriving, the first thing that I saw was Cinderella’s castle. It was the most magical building I could’ve ever dreamed I would walk through. It was breathtaking, all of it from the gleaming golden castle tops to the royal blue roofs. So many thoughts were running through my head: “Is this true?” “Am I really here?!” And the answer was YES, I was actually at Disneyland, where dreams came true, where I met my favorite princesses, where I could be a princess.

When I stepped outside men’s eyes all fell on me. It made me feel akward for once. I was used to see people staring. I made my to the altar tent. I kept my eyes straight ahead of me but I didn’t make eye contact with a single man. Outside of the altar tent men crowded around. I pushed my way therough the crowed. When I got inside the tent very few men where inside. Sandor, Marak, Ramsay, and myself, except for the guard, all stood silently at the dead body. Gregor laid untouched, just as I had left him. I siletnly prayed to Adrestion that he had not suffered. I went and stood next to Sandor “I’m sorry, brother.” Sandor stayed quiet for a moment “This is treason. He tried to kill you Marak and he has killed my father. As well as your friend.