The Other Ones: A Narrative Fiction

People don’t know how it started but some people think it started by one of their cows kicking over a lantern and other people think it started from meteors. The fire was 4 miles long and 4 miles wide, about 300 people died from the fire and about 100,000 without homes.The fire caused about 200 million dollars in damage.Almost every person didn’t have a job.

He began to perspire. "Where are your father and mother?"The children looked up and smiled. "Oh, they'll be here directly." "Good, we must get going." but then Mr.McClean heard loud scream coming from the nursery. He run to the nursery as fast as he could. While Peter and wandy ran after him, she yelled at Mr.McClean to not open the door.As he slammed the door open, he saw the lions closing in on George Hadley and his wife and he yelled “Mr and Ms handly are you okay?” and then he turned to the kids behind him and told them to command the nursery to shut it down.” They are your parents; they raised you, fed you and most importantly, they loved you! Are you two really that heartless to try to kill them

To start this off, i'm lost. I know i'm an idiot, but i'm going to try and make things right. What happened was me and the boys went out for our patrol earlier this morning. We were all so excited for Saturday that we weren't focusing on the job at hand. Without knowing we were attacked by a mob of Infected from behind, there was no other option but for all of us to split up. Now i'm here, I dont even know where here is. All the training we had just gone to waste. I would do anything to just go back in time and somehow just fix this all, but I can't and it’s tearing my heart to pieces. The suspense is terrible, I have no clue if anyone survived. I dont know if I could live with myself if anyone doesn't make it, explaining to their families that I killed their son. The amount of pain I have when a I write that is unmeasurable. Regret is all that I feel, and it's not going to fade away anytime soon.

It all started on 137 De Koven Street, in Catherine and Patrick O’Leary’s Barn. Daniel Sullivan ,who was a friend and the first one to discover the fire, did not hesitate to call out for help. When the fire was barely 15 minutes old, the O’Leary’s barn and neighboring houses were already engulfed in fire as families stood outside, watching, and waiting for any kind of help to arrive.“The absence of rain for three weeks [has] left everything in so flammable a condition that a spark might set a fire which would seep from end to end of the city.” Reported the Chicago Tribune in the Sunday Edition.

This was a very terrifying fire it destroyed many homes and killed many adults and many kids too

I lean against the wall of the alley, staring out at the swarm of people rushing through the square, in the fading sunlight. I let out a sigh, as I realize that I need to come up, with my next move. I’ve been out here on the streets searching for the Rebels, for little under a week now, and I’m not any closer to finding them, then I was back in Gold district.

After visiting the courthouse and checking up on new leads, Iris finally had a moment to sit down at her desk. She was finally feeling like her old, healthy self. The cold was officially gone. As she opened up her notes she began typing vigorously. The current story was a high school student who had just passed because of a h*** overdose. She could not believe that such young kids in her city were dying at the hands of drugs. Moments like this made her appreciate Joe's strict parenting and the absence of her drug addicted mother. As much as Iris liked to keep an objective perspective when it came to her work, sometimes she could not help but get attached to the personal lives and stories. Today for instance, she visited the courtroom for the

I reached down deep into my mind and dragged myself into reality. Back into this hell hole. I focused on my surroundings, i saw the soldiers loading the injured man onto a stretcher. I looked around and my gaze was then abruptly locked on to someone. He was staring in my direction, but it was like he was looking right through me at something behind me. His eyes were full of madness, like he'd had seen the devil. His smile.. It was unusually wide and his teeth were stained with brown and black muck. His expression was so animated like a cartoon, he didn’t move, didn't blink. His breathing was light but it hissed through his teeth. A soldier picked him up and guided him somewhere with no resistance. A soldier must have seen the confusion on my face.

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

The building only burned from the impact point up then later stopped burning. When the two buildings collapsed they started from the top and the building collapsed inward at a uniform rate like a demolition. Mainstream media didn’t report any of the information on the booming sounds and probably edited videos of the collapse and caught it from certain angles to hide the truth.

I was awoken with a thunderous bang that made the ground tremble and the house shake. Things were falling off shelves, crashing and shattering onto the floor. I dived under a table until the shaking stopped. Slowly and carefully, I peeked out the window and watched as the soldiers broke their way into each and every house, gathering up everyone who didn't go to the Commemoration Day Show. I ran for my hunting gun and considered my options, run or fight. I decided to run and strap my gun across my back but quickly realised I was surrounded. I formulated a plan as I rushed up the stairs to my brother's bedroom. As I reached his room, my front door was burst open and the soldiers' carefully entered my house. I locked the door behind me and for

Believing in extraterrestrials has been a theory that has been tossed around for years. UFO sightings and people claiming they’ve even been aboard a ship, there are endless theories of what is really out there. It may seem foolish to us but these people believe in the conspiracy theory that aliens exist. Theories, much like this one, cause one to be frightened by the unknown and isolate themselves due to their phobias. People recall such tragic events with the subject of aliens and are mortified of these beings. Once an unexplainable event unfolds, much like aliens coming to earth, people will create theories to add fear to our lives and make us overthink the problem. These citizens have no control over what is happening and that causes them to create more and more of these ideas.

A massive narrative is an event that affects you. A massive narrative that affects me is the three little pigs. My parents work full-time and after school is dismissed I and my other two brothers are home alone until 6:00am. My parent took a long time to build the home that we live in and it’s in a urban neighborhood with many of friends to play with. Within the neighborhood we have one bully that bullies everyone. The bullying comes from not being happy and trying to steal away everyone’s happiness. One day my two little brother was playing outside one which is ten and the other is twelve. My siblings and their friends was having a good time playing street hockey. The bully which is sixteen interrupted their game by shoving them to the ground,

Charles Dickens once stated, "My faith in the people governing is, on the whole, infinitesimal; my faith in the people is, on the whole, illimitable."(Fido 102), this is certainly reflected in A tale of two cities, which is a historical novel written by Dickens that outlines the events of the French Revolution through the story of a French aristocrat named Charles Darnay. Darnay is a Parisian aristocrat that renounces his aristocracy in order to pursue a new life in London where he falls in love with a woman by the name of Lucie Manette after escaping prosecution for treason due to the help of barrister named Sydney Carton. In Paris there is an uprising among the citizens known as the French Revolution, which is caused by the

I ask you where is the help? Blood has covered my clothes and has dripped slowly down my face. Where is the help? I have heard the booming sounds of airstrikes. I have been covered in rubble of buildings that have fallen. Bombs have surrounded me. Where is the help?