Leiningen: A Fictional Narrative

I had never felt so alone in my short life when I arrived in Wall Rose. No one knew me. No one wanted to know me. I only had Mattie to keep me sane. No mom. No dad. No home.

And it was okay. Mom and i sat at the bench and it all felt okay again. The soft dirt beneath my flip flops, the seabreeze coaxed from the hills, the hot salsa steaming on my fork, all made it okay. All of it was, in a way, meant to be; it was such a valid explanation of what life is, an inconsistent, instantaneous series of happenings, forever occurring until the end of life itself. Even the moment i hated the most, feeling the sideview mirror scrape the blue paint off of the vintage chevy, was an integral (lmao pun intended) moment, no more or less important than the happy moments before, singing Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep” with a sultry spin, and after, absorbing the final breath of the dwindling west coast

When the rain stopped and the sun started to come out, I finally went to my car. I opened the driver’s side door, sat down, and closed it. I banged my hands on the dashboard multiple times and screamed. The tears came back, streaming down my face as if they were rivers themselves. When at last there were no more tears left to flow out, I turned my head towards the bridge and for the last time, I glared out at the spot where she stood before her

“Jailen is the best player in the nation now bringing new basketball to the game”. “Yeah playing just like his brother used to….maybe even better”. “Jailen had some hard times with his Mom, Dad, and Brother dying all in the same night” “ the game is on the Line 5….4….3….2….1….”.

I looked into her eyes and felt I was looking into the soul that could heal me. I thought it was wrong to wish to die. It was wrong to feel that I wasn’t a worthy man because I survived the monsoons of war in the jungle.

Zoey awoke from her well deserved slumber in her first class of the day, being awoken by Mrs. Serrano yelling "Zoey"! "Mrs. Serrano" she retorted sleeplessly, trying to sit up to the best of her ability. "Do you know why George killed Lennie out of love"? "Can I ask a question? Who's Lennie" she inquired in all seriousness. "If you had been reading the book you would know" she snapped and moved onto the next person before I could answer.

I had watched Leisel over the last few years. She had grown both physically and emotionally. She had made new friends, like Rudy and Papa. Leisel had even learned to read. When I saw those planes flying in I knew that the person I had watched would never be the same. The bombs dropped, and I took the souls of her most beloved friends, family, and even her enemies. The only soul I didn’t take on Himmel Street was Leisel’s. I had to watch her fragile heart be broken into more and more pieces with the more and more bodies she found. The sky was black. I delivered the souls and though on the terrible tragedy I had seen. I see these aweful things every day, but for some reason I could not stop thinking about this one. The bombing of Himmel Street

Wiping my tears from my wrinkled face, I put together all the pieces. It was like I just received a huge slap to the face, how did I not see this before? I clutch onto the diary, knowing it holds what my family went through behind closed doors. This ugly truth is the reality that I have been missing.

Pittacus Lore has many important characters in his series “The Lorien Legacies”, even his minor characters are important. One important minor character is Daniela Morales from the sixth book The Fate of Ten. The background of this story is that after their planet, Lorien, is destroyed nine kids, the Garde with the help of their guardians, flee to Earth. They hide on Earth to escape the Mogadorians who ,one-by-one, are tracking them down and killing them. The main character Four, or John as most people call him, starts finding the others to beat the Mogadorians, who are trying to take over Earth. When the Fate of Ten starts it picks up where The Revenge of Seven ended, with the Mogadorians and the Garde revealed to the world and fighting all

Greg shook his head slicing through the metal with ease. "I am not going yo leave her here." Greg took a step forward his hands still glowing. "I am not going to let that little girl grow up like I did. I am not letting her go through the years of suffering I did. Now I will give you two options help me get her out of here, or try and find a quieter way out of

I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. A beautiful line, no doubt, but I mustn’t take credit. I remember seeing her at her best. I remember telling myself that she would get better. I remember seeing what she would post on Facebook and pretending that I thought she wasn’t slowly killing herself. I remember seeing the blades sitting on her desk and throwing them in the trashcan and acting like they didn’t hold any significance, only to repeat the process the next weekend. I remember hearing her stories about falling out of that damned tree and telling myself, “Oh yeah. Those scars could totally be scrapes from the tree bark.” I remember ignoring the brokenness of her smile. I remember not doing anything about it, and I remember foolishly telling myself that it was all in my head.

Haylenn just laid down laying her head in his lap. He would smile at her, “Sometime Haylenn you can still act like we were 16-ish. Making me your pillow.” He’d comment with a slight tone with snark in it. “It’s because you’re a great pillow.” She’d look up at him, “Also you get to play with my hair, and I Knoooowww how much you love to do that.” She had a smirk on her face. Jackson turned the telly off and picked her up, “I’ll put it back in the bedroom, if you wanna use my as a pillow.” He’d say to her with a devilish smirk. Haylenn just had this satisfied smile on her face. She loved to be carried by her husband for various reasons including being able to hear his heart beat and the safety of being in his arms. As he carried her into the

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

Suddenly, everything changed. And it would have been an ideal situation except for one thing. She was gone, having lived almost a 100 years before.

The man took a step back from Lovienthal and paused as he took a moment to look over the card. He then looked back up at Lovienthal and began to chuckle. “You've got to be kidding, right? This is some fucking joke, right?” he asked smugly. “So, I guess you love dick, huh?” he asked Lovienthal as his laughter began bellowing out from deep inside him.