Panic At The Disco: A Narrative Fiction

Phish: It’s More Than a Concert Phish has inherited the legacy of the Grateful Dead. A responsibility that includes: playing a different set every night, constant jamming and experimenting. Phish is trailed across the country by adoring fans that think their heroes can do no wrong. What makes them so special is that their music winds together. It is full of freedom and happiness. Their lyrics are totally original; they have this weird way of looking at the world and when they express this in their songs it takes you to a whole different level of thinking.

I had the wonderful opportunity to observe my little brother, Joseph – or as he is most commonly known within my family, Jo-Jo. This hilarious little boy – who once approached me wearing my cats’ toy tunnel, carrying a sock in one hand and a fidget spinner in the other, told me that I could not join him in his play because “[I] did not give [him] any monies” – is now the focus of my paper. Before I delve into this observation summary, I would to give a little insight that is Joseph David Stirling. While conducting this observation, Joe shared with me that he was going to have a “new baby brother”. His name? Well, of course his name is going to also be Joseph David Stirling. I wanted to share this because, as you will see, he is such an interesting

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

Fade in: Ext. Lake - Afternoon. Angle on Jacob, a young boy in a small wooden dinghy out on a lake. He throws out a fishing line and waits. Eventually something pulls on the line and he succesfully reels it in. Cut to: Jacob pulls his boat onto the shore and struggles to hold the

N is for Nine Inch Nails It was sixth grade and my family got us tickets to see Nine Inch Nails. So the day came along and we made the long drive to St. Louis to go and see them. We got there around 3 hours early and they were people

 “Once the maid brings your milk, go right back to sleep, okay Saphro?” mother spoke up. I just nodded and she left me alone.

As I ate my Cheerios I wondered where my Dad and Brother where they had left last night without saying a word. My sister Kat was sleeping on the couch of our run down house, my mom was outside smoking her Camel smokes and, my other brother Dayrl was making breakfast in the kitchen. This is how things normally were but, Merle(the brother from before) was starting to act strange and he left us with our abusive Father more often and would come back a week later when he got back he said that he went to do some work but he wouldn't tell us what kind of work it was. A lot of times our Father beat us or mom he was an alcoholic but when we wasn't drunk he was a good guy. As I finished my breakfast Dayrl yelled from the kitchen. "Go wake up your sister!

I was getting annoyed and curious so I went to check and see what the hell it was. “Hello sister…” A voice said from behind me. “The hell?!” I said jumping from my current position and spinning around to see a figure about 5’4 in front of me. He was wearing a tee-shirt and sweat pants along with flip flops. It was dark so I couldn't make out his face but he looked young. His hair was short but a bit long. Maybe to his ears then going down to the back of his neck. “You hurt me…” The boy said as he gripped something in his hands. A knife maybe? No knives are somewhat curved and sharp. He was holding something small and long….a pen? “What are you doing in here?! Are you going to kill me?!” I demanded to know. “You don’t know who I am do you?” He said a grin popping on his face. “No!....Wait…..that voice.” It was familiar. Young but stern. Like a boy going through puberty. “I demand to know who you are!” I yelled. He looked up clutching his pen. He lifted it up and the lights turned on. I couldn't believe what I

It’s 7am and my parents are coming at 10am. There is no better joy in knowing I get to leave. As I wait for the time to pass by, my thoughts begin to run. I wonder what my home has been like these past phew days. I wonder how angry my father is or how happy he will be when I get home. Will he rape me again or will he beat me till my skin tears open? My life could be so much worse now that I came here. I won’t be protected by these walls anymore. Time flew by and Samantha calls me over. They are here. She gives me a hug goodbye and tells me never to come back again. Laughing, I realize I didn’t say bye to Noah, but it’s too late. I am going

I’ll need to put this so-called plan of mine into action ask quickly as possible to get the best result. I go and get dressed as fast as I can to run past the kitchen to my younger sister’s room. I knock and open the door to see her sitting in front of the mirror putting her hair up in pigtails. She’s not someone that I like teaming up with but, today she’s going to help me even out the guilty score. I’ll make nice with the pink devil child, for now, to give mom the best day possible. So that I can get out of going to all the boat days I want after today.

I am sitting on my bed on a Sunday evening at 6:00pm, listening to my brother jam out to the newest hit tunes, and hear the faint of sound of my young sister watching makeup videos on YouTube. All of the sudden my room fills with the overwhelming smell of garlic and I know in that instant that it is almost time for dinner. My mouth starts to water, and my mind begins to fill with all of the endless options for dinner. Could it be garlic bread with spaghetti? Or maybe it is garlic grilled chicken? Whatever it is, I could not be more excited. But then I hear my mom yell from the kitchen, “Savannah or Travis! One of you need to come set the table!” I went from pure excitement to mad in about two seconds. I stand up and walk down to the kitchen;

People may think of music as random noise. As for me, I thought so, too. Two years ago my best friend introduced me to a band called Panic! At The Disco. For a more pop-genre person, listening to an alternative rock band was not of interest. For the sake of her constant asking, I gave them a chance. One day, I put in my earbuds and stumbled across this one song, “Trade Mistakes” by Panic! At The Disco and it changed my perspective of music.

Mark is a successful logger and has a wife and son. He makes good money and can even perform one hundred pushups in a row. For some reason he isn’t happy though. He thought when he followed in his father’s footsteps he’d have it all. He now feels empty inside. He’s always away from his family and even though he makes money he doesn’t spend it much. He has no time. Today is one of the rare days Mark has off. His family has eaten dinner and is now getting ready for bed. His ten-year-old son Billy is playing with Legos. Out of the blue, Mark ask his son what he wants to be when he grows up. He’s horrified when his son replies” a logger like you dad”. Most parents wouldn’t really care if their young child had this reply but Mark did. He told his son that wasn’t an option. He didn’t want him to be disappointed when he found out the realities of the

The faint sound of music slowly becomes clearer approaching the stadium. The sound of exciting screams and singing lingers in the air. It is every millennial teenage girl's fantasy: a One Direction concert. A concert can be entertaining and exhilarating because one gets to see a favorite artist and experience something new.

Is that you, Jonesy? I asked because he usually had the longest stride, slowest run, and loudest footsteps. Nope, he replied. Then they stopped.” I look at their faces and Mom screamed: “DINNER’S READY!” We all ran to the kitchen and got our plates piled with homemade pizza. “Continue the story!” one of my brother’s friends shouted. “Let’s finish eating,” I said. “Darn!” all the boys said in unison. We all immediately started laughing. We sat around and finished off all of the pizza. We all went back into the living room, except me. I hung around to make sure my brother had his costume on right and it looked scary enough.