The Great Gatsby: A Fictional Narrative

He did not seem to notice the creaking of the slightly rusted fence hinges and looked to be deep in thought. I quietly said “Hello, Mr. Gatsby,” which caused my target to turn his head towards me in slight confusion. He didn’t seem to recognize me, which was expected, as a poor man like me with nothing to show for myself wouldn’t have been associated with such a wealthy elite like he was. He seemed congenial, which, combined with his constant use of the phrase “old sport” perplexed me, as a man who murdered a woman without a second thought would never have used it. In my moment of doubt, I heard God’s voice in my head, telling me to stand my ground and not hesitate in my pursuit of justice against Myrtle’s killer. I told him I was looking for someone who knew about the circumstances surrounding the death of Myrtle Wilson, who was recently run over by a car. Gatsby seemed to inwardly panic while I described the gruesome event, which confirmed to me that he was the one responsible. He forced himself into a more confident attitude, nonchalantly saying that he never heard about such a thing and that it was such a shame that an innocent woman had to die. I held back my rage, knowing that it could ruin my chances of finishing the deed. Who does he think he is fooling with his blatant

Jay Gatsby seemed like he was on top of the world from the outside looking in. He was extremely wealthy and had hundreds of people at his house at all times; however, on the inside he was just like everyone else, lonely. The love of his life married a different man when he went off to war. He had never gotten over her and always longed for her to come back to him. He isolated himself from everything that didn’t have to do with her. He made his money, bought his house, and threw his parties in hopes to impress and get her back into his arms. He was still in need of company though. He asked Nick Carraway to go to Coney Island in his car late one night. Then, when Nick said it was too late, Gatsby asked if he’d like to go swimming. Nick turned down his offer yet again. Gatsby had all the toys, money, and people in the world to interact with yet he was still lonely because he had isolated himself so much from the outside world. Even into his death, Gatsby didn’t have anyone but a few people at his funeral. He had isolated himself so much; he never made any true

"No— Gatsby turned out all right in the end. It is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men."

“Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes” (91).

A: Why of course I do. I know that it was not my fault, but I could've prevented it from happening. If I would've just gone with him that night, we would still be together. I try not to think about it, but honestly how couldn't I?

A knock on the door interrupted them before Michonne could formulate a response to what just happened. He groaned, shutting his eyes tightly and resting his forehead against hers. “Yeah?” He called out to the knocker.

My first impression of the interactions between Daisy and Gatsby was one of curiosity at the nature of the pair’s relationship. In many romantic relationships, deep bonds are forged through prolonged, meaningful, mutually valued, shared experiences. However, the fragile bond between Gatsby and Daisy was created years before, as the result of a one-month pre-war youthful flirtation. Eventually, Gatsby’s motivation to move to West Egg, and to live a life of ostentation and splendor, was clarified. After close-reading, I realized that Gatsby’s goal in adult life was to recapture an idealized recollection of his past, and to regain affections he presumed that Daisy had maintained for him.

Facades are a central element of ‘The Great Gatsby’ as they are used by a number of characters as a weapon to conceal their sorrow. Arguably, one may say that Gatsby’s entire life is a facade. It can be argued that “He chose to become someone new, someone unfettered by his past...” (The Daily Beacon). Gatsby’s facade is used as a form of escapism from reality – a reality which causes him sorrow which he wants to forget. Through describing Gatsby’s parents as “shiftless” and “unsuccessful”, Fitzgerald suggests to the reader that Gatsby was hoping for a life that was distant and beyond the reality of poverty his parents may have faced in the world, signifying why Gatsby may have been drawn to his “green light”. Moreover, Fitzgerald tells us that “his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot,” which suggests an internal conflict and unhappiness existing inside of him. The noun “riot” conflicts with the “majestic hand” of Gatsby that we see through

I woke up the sound of a pounding on the door. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. It read 4:00am. Who could be here this early? I thought.

so she starts seeing him day to day, now tom very much doesn't like this at all. But he was seeing someone else a one on another love affair. They desired to “runaway” together forever. And shall they did. They lived in my house right next to the mansion of Gatsby until no one ever when by, then sunk back over and lived there with no parties. And to be only know to be there by myself nick. Daisy turned around and said “Oh Gatsby i so glad to see u and me alone together without anyone bothering us.” Gatsby resounding “Yes my love.” Tom love affair mistress some died by new sickness raptomicro sarcoma (cancer). So tom went basacco on Gatsby for sealing his wife but Daisy threw the ring of an $500,000 into the fire that night. So for the next 7 months he looked everywhere but not the old house. Until police found that was stealing expensive gifts for daisy 2,3 years ago. So was sent to jail and was bankrupted by the government. His family bailed him out though and when he got out he was mad at Gatsby. He thought if it wasn't for gatsby i would live with his wife that didn't love him. So finally on a cold black day night he comes to the old house. and finds Gatsby and Daisy having popcorn and watching a

Gatsby waited calmly outside as if something had consumed him, his love for Daisy had driven him insane. He waited outside passively, Gatsby gazed at the flashing green light at the bay. He finally realized his dream was just at his grasp before he is interrupted by the echoing sound of Tom’s coupe as it pulled up on the drive way. Tom’s arrival along with Jordan and Nick caught Gatsby’s attention and brought anger in his eyes as he marched back and forth thinking of Tom’s plans for Daisy. Tom who seemed like a man on a mission, proceeded to make his way up the steps which lead to his exquisite mansion. After Jordan’s departure, he continued as he entered his prodigious kitchen calling Daisy down for dinner.

Pulling her hand away from the doorknob, she turned around and addressed Sylvia. “You got five seconds to me what the source of that noise was, before I open the closet door.”

“Nichole where have you been?” I whisper as I round the corner up the stairs. She is sopping wet from the rain and the window is open telling me that’s how she snuck in.

“I heard screaming! Is everything OK in there?” yelled the voice from outside the door.

She, raised her head as she heard slow-moving footsteps up the courtyard. In the middle of her thoughts and fears the entrance door swung open.