Phil's Life: A Narrative Fiction

“So how did you sleep?” I asked. “Like babies.” Adams said. “You ready?” I asked.

The footsteps reached his door. There was a barely perceptible pause, then the door creaked open loudly. David shrieked as a dark shadow threw itself at him, passing through him as a gust of poisonous air.

His wife stepped forward with their plates, setting them down without a word. Anything could set him of, and the result would be less than pleasant. They ate in silence, which hung heavily in the air. The boy reached out for his glass, and it tumbled over itself. Each shard seemed to fly on it’s own accord, desperate to escape the

Phil is melancholy man, he hides behind a facade of ignorance and arrogance but deep down he hates himself and even mentions so in the film, Phil is a half-glass empty type of man. Once his reincarnation begins Phil is stuck in a phase of denial. During his eternity in Punxsutawney Phil, similar to Buddha, sees the three marks of reality. The first mark of reality Phil encounters is annica, everything is constantly changing, impermanence. Phil is stuck in a time loop but he realizes he can alter little things throughout his day which leads to different outcomes. For example, in the beginning of the movie once Phil realizes he can relive his day any way he pleases Phil performs pleasure tasks such as going on dates with different women just to have an intimate night, joy rides with drunks in a car, and doing extraordinary tasks such as devouring as many sweets as he

It has been ten years since Fred left for Vancouver. Fred is now twenty-seven, but still in the seventeen-year-old body he was when he was turned into a wretched monster. He still thinks of the day that he left behind Bree and Diego, part of him wishes that he had stayed, instead of going to Vancouver. He also remembers the cold, dreary day in Seattle, walking home on his usual route, not having a care in the world, because everyday was the same, until he saw the man from the newspapers. The man in the newspapers was mentioned everywhere. No one knew where Riley, a nineteen-year-old college student would have went. Fred thought about how idiotic it was to ask Riley if he was okay- maybe he would still be a human. Fred sulked as he walked home from the fifth high school he has went to.

In a fit of rage and frustration, Daniel Howell shove the unorganized pile of schoolwork and textbooks away from him, resulting in numerous packets and other assignments to collapse onto the floor after falling off his desk. Dan angrily runs his hands through his greasy, curly hair and down his face as he sighs exhaustively. Glancing at the clock, he becomes aware that it reads 3:37 a.m., and he has to wake up and get ready for his classes on campus in less than three hours. As much as he dreams of crawling into his warm, comfortable bed and falling asleep, he knows he must complete every bit of his homework for tomorrow (well, more like today) before he is able to. However, for the past few nights, Dan has been unconsciously sleeping on his

When I was foolish enough to take you, I did it on the strength of your connexions, but your connexions have done nothing for me,” (Riddell, 56). Later on, as the challenge with the door became progressively worse, the reader begins to see Phil in a new light. The author demonstrates the character’s will to get the job done and the cleverness of his various tactics. Another aspect brought to light is Phil’s bravery involved after being poisoned. He did not go home or quit; instead, he marched straight back to the house and stayed there. Finally, he overcame odds when facing a terrifyingly odd figure who shot him in the shoulder. By the end, he becomes a successful farmer and happily married.

The voice, though wilted with age, still held a authoritative resonance, and in the dimly lit room, swirling with galaxies of dust, it was as if it were decreed by the Lord Himself. Its source stood proud, facing away from three, kneeling figures. A tall man, standing straight in defiance of the weight of time, he stared sightlessly at the image before him: A stained-glass window. The craft had been lost to the test of time, and yet the piece still remained intact, a painstakingly rendered image of an angelic battle against evil, frozen in time. Multicolored light dappled his face, cast by the setting sun, and though he could feel its warmth on the creases of his age, he had long since lost the ability to witness it, eyes, milky white, staring at only the void.

He exited Lil’s room, and her heart beat faster. She shut her eyes tight and tried to turn her face into the pillow, so her eyes wouldn’t show. He stood at her door. He leaned against the door frame and breathed heavily. Breathed the way he always did when drunk.

Kit was sitting with one knee up and one knee hanging out of her office chair as she sketched his sleeping form, lightly. She did this most nights when she couldn't sleep. She liked when she had a gorgeous, naked model in her bed. His graceful bones shifted as he moved his shoulder and hummed. He did that a lot when he slept. He hummed. A cool breeze flooded the room and seeped into the warm spring night. The inky darkness and the calm silence helping Kit draw.

Hello! My name is Philip King but I prefer to go by Alex which is my middle name. For as long as I can remember, people have described me as a "comfortable" person and "easy to talk to," especially when it came to their personal problems that they were dealing with privately or in their home life. Since junior high, I have been considered a counselor among my friends. So when I used the _careercruiser _ website in my sophomore year English class, the field of Art Therapy caught my attention.

Every single seat were occupied by peculiar creatures. They all turned around their gleaming, red eyes flashed in curiosity and dread when they examined him from head to toe. Each creature was different. One was a half breed between a vampire bat and a moth and another was a Gorgon with a long beak. Cameron shooked his head in

Wayne drove me home and I felt desolate as I walked through the door. I looked out the window and watched him drive home. I climbed up the stairs not even bothered to wonder if I was late or not. I changed into my nightgown and got into bed. A few minutes later I felt David’s arm wrap around my torso.

Standing in front of the mirror, he gazed at the dark, voiceless creature with the two empty eye sockets and grisly teeth. For a moment, he imagined the creature, not as

And then in the twinkling, Cas heard on the roof The cries of help with each demon loose. As Cas drew in his head, and spun around, Descending the chimney Lucifer slid down with a bound: