Louis Island: A Fictional Narrative

A stubborn pout formed on Booker’s lips, followed by expression of pain shimmering across his face. “It’s none of your damn business, so drop it,

He had said the words after their tenth date, and she froze. She never had a good relationship, even her parents divorced after faking a relationship for twenty years. She was afraid, and Louis was determined to show her that love was real. No one could really not despise love, but she did. He would shower her with kisses, run hot bathes for her long days, and even cook her meals, but she would never budge. She sobbed to him one night after an argument. Louis was afraid that he would never get anywhere with her, but it wasn’t until that night that he saw how broken she truly was. He held her, and promised that when she was ready to say the words that he would be here. He didn’t know that she would be gone before that

Louis' breath was harsh. So cold and uneaven that it hurt his throat and chest. He was probably even weasing as each foot hit the cement walkway. Maybe he was a bit out of shape now that football season was over. He could hardly see because there were no lights on this street. He stopped running once he was sure he was far enough away from his home and the Horan's that they wouldn't see him. Louis and Niall Horan were pretty good friends but he knew how stricked his parents were. If they saw him they'd probably tell on him and Louis didnt want that. He began walking along the fence that belonged to the nuclear refinery. The fence was taller than Louis but if he reached up, lifting onto his tip toes, he'd be able to touch the barbed wire that

“Well I was trying to ask you a question, but sometimes I swear to god you’re not even all there anymore”

“Yeah, we’re all fine, no thanks to you and the building you flew yourself into.”

“ Oh i’m sorry.” He replied softly. He slowly walked out of the room. He almost had tears in his eyes. I felt horrible! I couldn’t take money from this guy.

“Yeah? If you were really sorry, then maybe you wouldn’t do that every time I have to come in here, now would you?”

“Don’t worry. The police will be here shortly.” The person said with a sadistic smirk.

“I’m sorry. I did pass out that night and I should have never left you alone.

“I don’t want it.” He mumbled trying to give the pistol pack. Harry frowned and moved Louis’s hands back towards himself.

“Yeah, I don't need your attitude on top of all this shit. I-” She cut herself off as she barely avoided rear ending a parked van. “The hell? Whose the dipshit who parked in the middle of the road?”

"Me? Your the one acting all weird like you didn't wanna be here one minute then the next you-you do that!"

“After he called me, and I drove there, I found you lying on the ground, with a street worker trying to pour water over you, to cool you down.”

These examples show both the author’s and the protagonist’s challenge to the order of things and the complete belief the character has. The best example of this is on line eight when the king says that he ‘shall not give you the boat’ the man replies ‘with calm assurance’ ‘you will’.

I can't believe I spent $550 on a plane flight from Palm Springs,California, all the way across the country to Duluth,Minnesota, man that plane flight was frustrating especially with the crying baby and the little kid who kept kicking the back of my seat for the entirety of the flight. And then to ride a bike to Tofte, take a break at a lovely hotel, then to Grand Port on bike, my journey just began. Taking a water taxi lonesomely from Grand Portage, Minnesota to Windigo, Isle Royale, I was falling in love with the green trees and the beautiful calm water.Today was my first day venturing to this isolated land, talking to people around here I found that out that in 1843, Isle Royale was acquired from the Ojibwa Indian tribe through one of the