Stephen Collins 'Fine': A Narrative Fiction

His alarm went off early the next morning and he groaned as he got up to turn it off. He was just starting to fall asleep. He barely remembered the night before, and he was as tired as a kid could be. He struggled as he slowly forced himself out of bed and to his closet to get dressed.

“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.

It is imperative that one must understand that I began experiencing brutality at a very young age. When I was only four years young, the Klu Klux Klan burned down my family’s home in Nebraska, causing all of us to move to Michigan. Ironically enough, the same thing happened once again in our new home prompting my family and I to move once more. Despite those terrible events, I was still very

“Gavin you want some peaches?” he said grabbing my attention from my phone, I looked up at him meeting his eyes. I didn’t say anything but just ran over to him launching my fist into the bowl of peaches. My dad looked startled but ignored it and continued to eat his peaches. I glanced up at the clock as my dad ate the final peach out of the seemingly bottomless bowl, it was nearly 8PM. That means bed time in my dad’s words,

“I’d let you use my bed, but seeing as you didn’t let me use yours when I stayed with you, it seems only fair.” Kimberly knew he was only saying it in jest and she waved him off. She would sleep on the floor if he made her. The couch was comfortable enough anyway.

In the 1866 in Tennessee, an organization known as the Invisible Empire of the South, or Ku Klux Klan, sprouted. This organization consisted of racist Whites who hated the Black and so it wan an organization that scared Blacks from not voting or seeking any jobs. Document F shows that the “KKK” organization often used terror and violence to scare the blacks. The members of this organization were known as Klansman and these Klansman burned churches and schools, hanged teachers and educated blacks. Blacks were often whipped for refusing to work for whites, for having intimate relations with whites, for arguing with whites, or for having jobs whites wanted. Or else, these blacks were brutally beaten, as shown in Document F, just for being an African American.

It was 2 a.m., and my father, mother, two siblings, and I were headed home after an exhausting night of celebration. My father was driving and decided to use a shortcut to get home. When we were heading through an unknown neighborhood, I noticed something unusual: There were five black trucks parked in the middle of a driveway. As we headed closer, I heard my mother advise my father to turn around, but he did not listen. Then, I noticed that there were people standing in the street, and they were armed. I cried; I could not contain my instant

I'm a African-American boy named Marlon and I'm homeless. I walked from Chicago to Cleveland, Ohio. Then I encountered the garden, the Seedfolk garden, that everyone was talking about here was food that can I eat for a year or two.I tried to steal the food but someone approached me and I ran with some food he said “hey you!, I keep running to safety he chase me down I ran faster and food was dropping off me. I got caught and he said “why are you stealing are food” I said “get off of me!’’ he didn’t mean no harm. Then, I saw hundreds of people in the horizon I was shocked I was silent as the sky the man put me down and he said look at them they all used to be like you now they're all a family. I said wow soo much people. Finally, someone

“Since I met Alex, so almost like about a month and a half, it has probably been happening longer than that, though.”

I woke up at 3:30 to Addison screaming. "Your turn," I said pushing Carson. "I got her last time," he whined. "Well I gave birth to her so you go," I sassed. "Ugg," he groaned as he got up. He left and returned a few minutes later with Addie in his arms. "Addie girl, why don't you sleep?" I asked taking her from Carson. She just snuggled into me. "She had a full diaper," Carson explained. "Of course, she's asleep," I said looking down at Addison asleep in my arms,"I'm going to go rock her." "Babe why? You need your sleep," Carson asked. "I know. I just want some baby snuggles," I said getting up.

“I would have never imagined that my life would end up like this’’ explained the man to the Woman outside of the jail cell

I darted my way through ever aisles grabbing the ruffles then the popcorn then, BOOM crashed right into someone . Trying too get on my feet and graphing what just happened the women I ran into was my 8Th grade English Teacher, Mrs. Sodo. “Kyle!” She said very loud “What you doing here ruining around here “ Aw good too see Mrs. Sodo I'm just grabbing a couple items for my Mother” We then started too talk and follow each too the cashier as we grabbed are grocery items. As we finished are purchases and ready to end are conversation I picked up A flashlight candy wondering who came up with this, and sat it back down. Mrs Sodo then said “ We'll it was nice ruining into you again. Tell your mom I said hi. “OK Mrs. Sodo great too see you soon have a …..” Before I could even finish my sentence The old unappealing looking white man yelled ”Take off your hoodie, open your pockets , And don't move , be still cause I saw you steal that.” I looked down at my white hoodie and shorts ( that didn't have pockets in them) and still shocked he was talking too me. My teacher was looking aw. “There s nothing in my pocket sir” I said in a nice tone. I felt embarrassed inside because the customer and teacher were starting at me. He then came over and made sure I didn't have anything I didn't purchase stolen. Then under his breath I quietly heard under his breath “ Damn Nigger”.... Damn Nigger. This man didn't know nothing about me but too him I was a Damn Nigger. Now I know how other black people feel when racism is directed too them. I definitely believed my mom now. Before I couldn't even redouble I tried calming myself down before I get frustrated and anger. I just walked out the door thinking what my mom said too me. I had too grasp that not everyone wants me in this world succeeding. So from that day forward I had

I don’t know how long I have been faking sleep, but the slow creak of the door startles me still. I can hear the slow, lumbering footsteps, feel their vibrations on the floor. When they stop, I can sense him bending over me, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “Nice to see you again, Ms. Esther Miller.” His gravelly voice causes goosebumps of fear to shiver down

Jake watched Miss Collins’ horse gallop out of sight before he made an exasperated snort and slid the Winchester into the rifle scabbard. He’d scared the hell out of her. Good. Maybe she’d hightailed it back to whoever was willing to put up with her in the first place.

That night Sally was in bed and she heard some noises, but she didn't think much about it. She got up to see what it was. It was Aunt Sally sleep walking! Aunt Sarah came into Sally’s room and fell on her! Sally tried to get her off, but when she woke up, she screamed at Sally! That’s when Sally knew she had to do something about Aunt Sarah.