The Only One

I had no idea where to spend the night. I had no friends, believing that friends were more trouble than help. The only person I knew really was the man I had robbed”.

The first thing he did was find some shelter near the lake. He found a rock ledge that had a tiny cave that was a little shorter than him lengthwise. It was right near the lake. The way he thought of eating was to get

Suddenly, something caught her eye for the third time that day. Thinking it was the Enforcer she jumped up, but her fear turned to curiosity when she saw it clearly. The color was unlike anything she had seen before, it had a yellow tinge like the lights, but instead of cold she something fresh and new. She gasped in realization. It was a plant. No, not only was it a plant, but it was a type of life. She walked towards it as if in a dream. She reached out to touch it and found it cool and rejuvenating. She couldn't restrain the smile the passed her lips. They were saved, not only were they saved, but the world would be improved. The fables had been real. For the first time in her life she felt a new sensation a sensation that made her feel like anything was possible. She felt

Until finally this lady’s reflection appeared on water. She said Adam would be taken to visit anyone he desired to meet. 10 mintues later the wall shattered and the paint peeled off like nail polish. A bright shinning light came through it. He couldn’t see anything. He was blinded by the shine. He covered his eyes with his right hand, peaking through his fingers, squinting his eyes, and his heart beated faster than the speed of light. Finally he adjusted to the light, he then walked towards the wall. He noticed a hand reaching out to him. Adam reached out and grabbed it. He was quickly rising up. He was up with his father. It was peaceful and cloudy. There wasn’t many people around. It was weird you were able to see everyone else on earth. At the same time it was creepy. Surprisingly Adam was not scared but

The stones looked out of place and uneven as Edward wandered the street. He hold one hand on the wall as he walked. One time he almost slipped, but he steadied himself on a railing. It almost made him vomit. The drunkenness tore him apart every day, but he could not stop it. Joy appeared in the ale he drank, and when the glass was dry, the sadness hurt again. He had tried to forget it for years, but the memory always came back. Edward remembered himself standing in the chaos trying to help a cause he did not remember. The entire memory bore violence, blood and a death in the family. That day was a turn of events for him. He remember him holding a rifle and shooting warning shots in the air. Edward was sixteen, a man grown, with start of a beard

Then he woke up from his dream. The dream gave him a impact of distortion. Once he snapped out of it he went downstairs to the kitchen. He noticed that there was a grotesque smell in the kitchen, but he was defiant to back away from the horrific smell. He was a mere cat, but he knew this was weird for even humans. He noticed Jon was cooking his obsolete

I was looking out upon the dwindling light of dusk. It was fading slowly into immense peaks stretching high from the crisp green grass wet with dew from the prior rain. My paint brush was wet thickly with a spectrum of colors. I then saw a canvas half-finished with yellowish-red rays of dense paint resembling a enticing marvel of light engraved into the sky. Abruptly my false sense of peace was extinguished. I was awoken with a raucous barking resounding in my ears.

At the table, Thomas quickly ate the bacon and eggs on his plate, and then swallowed down his last sip of milk. A bowl of grits that sat next to his plate, he gently nudged away.

Worn shoes patterned softly along the pavement as the young man strolled down a sidewalk in the dark of the night, hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes on the ground before him. As he went from darkness to streetlight, his head bowed further to shield his eyes even further. His pocketed hands aimlessly ran themselves over the contents of his pockets. A phone, a deck of cards, some loose change, a half spent pack of cigarettes and an assortment of other, less noteworthy things. His walk home from who knows where was so far, uneventful. Nothing too unusual. In such a small town, few stayed out long enough to catch him walking by.

The night was filled with heat and the sound of crackling flames and all he could do was feel everything he had worked hard for and loved crumble before him with three simple words: “I don’t know.” Memories flashed through his mind and pierced him like daggers, filling him with pain. He shook and was in total disbelief to the fact that he had just lost his world, his purpose in living. He felt like his whole future was gone like the people he had forgotten and ignored and pushed away in his overzealous and obsessive belief in what he thought was his life’s purpose or the years he had spent with her. The years he had spent for her. So overwhelmed with what had just happened, he fell to his knees and sorrow fell from his eyes.

Once he was settled in his hotel room, his stomach growled as loud as a bear’s. Justin wished for a feast. Immediately thereafter, a feast appeared on a table in the corner of his room. Somehow, in only 20 short minutes, he devoured every morsel of the feast. He thanked the woman.

Dark room only thing I could see was the moon light coming through the window. The room smelled like must. Unknow if Christina was in to room. Beforehand, dreams of sweet meadows and flowers, riding on a bike with family. Pain struck as if I had fallen on a bicycle seat the pain continued as if I fell harder than I expected.

U.S. marine Logan Thibault set out looking for a woman in a photo he found , who he believes protected him while in Iraq.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.

I chose to read The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks as my contemporary novel. I have read it before and I have seen the movie and i loved them both. I was really glad to finally read something i enjoyed and have to write a paper on it. In the following paragraphs i summarize both the book and the movie, talk about differences and similarities between the book and the movie, and finally i discuss how i felt about the book and the movie and which i prefer.