The Story Of The Guilty

I grabbed the bottle of wine, and gulped it all down in seconds flat. The taste was like nothing else I had ever had in my life. It was so delicious that I couldn’t help myself.

The Journey is one of the Archetypes that I have chosen as a key issue for my analysis. In my understanding, The Journey is a quest that leads the character into self-realisation. By that I mean the character is on a journey to find his identity or his purpose. This key concept can be used to analyse the entire short story as the story portrays the journey of the protagonist rediscovering his life after losing one of the most important of all the human senses, sight. “It’s strange how things are on the other side of death.

“Yeah, hello. Who is this?” My voice was rough and scratchy from the early morning. “Oh hey Charlie, where? Oakwood Meadows, got it, I’ll call up Ethan and we’ll be down there in a few. You can fill us in when we get there. Bye.”

“Dead ghost.” Ava picked up the ghost carefully and turned it over in her hands. “Why so tense?” She asked distractedly as Xander took a protective position behind her, shielding her from the room.

“You just what, didn’t want to come back? I just-” he paused. “I was worried, I would never forgive myself for bringing you up here if you didn’t come back, I couldn’t live without you, son.”

“Death, my dear! What an absolutely hilarious occurrence. We are practically teased with it our entire lives. I’m sure you can recall being warned about it on a daily basis from our parents and guardians, in fear that they might lose us, but what is the point really? We’re all to die eventually anyway.”

“Nothing you can do about it now. Go explore. But be careful, if you get killed, your future self will die as well. However, it goes both ways. If your future self dies, you do also”.

Sergeant Barnes took a long gulp from his bottle that was still glistening with condensation before letting out a long burp of satisfaction. “Found them in a cooler just off the mess hall, want one?” Brayzack looked at the sergeant queerly. The sergeant sat idiotically grinning at him with a stainless-steel bucket of iced up bottles before him. “No thanks, it’s a little too early for me. You know that that’s a sign of alcoholism though, right?” Sergeant Barnes took a quick pull off his cigarette and powered the smoke out his lungs. “I think you mean drinking alone is a sign of alcoholism, sir. Which I’m not, Jarvy here is having one too.”

Every turn, every step, every breath, every everything reminded him that he one day he was going to die. He tried to bottle up these feelings inside of him and repress them into submission but the matter was too pushing. Do I matter? What happens after I die? What’s the point of living if the heat death of the universe is inevitable?

"You are a sick fuck," Nick spat. "Stay away from me and my family, or I'll make sure the next time we meet you're leaving in coffin." Nick spit on the ground next to him as he strolled back to his family, still terrified from the

She breathed heavily and clutched at her heart. “W-what just happened? Wasn’t I falling off that cliff?” She asked in a hurried voice.

“Death as in Death. The Grim Reaper, the big D, no pun intended. I’m a reaper I take souls to be judged.”

“He’s dead.” Nico’s voice was stronger than he expected, but shaky nonetheless. “I’m sorry if my moping is bothering you, but my boyfriend is dead and it’s my fault.”

“Yes Scarlett. You know, you really scared me today. I…… I thought I’d lost you.” Charlie whispered and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Oh, crap!” yelled William he pulled the covers over his head. “please don't kill me, I'm sorry