Thoebe's Pahony: A Narrative Fiction

The door slammed shut and we were both on the verge of tears; as I held her tightly in my arms we discussed everything that had just unfolded. What would become of our relationship? Emma's parents despised me as if their daughter was in love with Satan himself. We were both from completely different ends of society, but our love was inseparable, or so it seemed. Emma explained that even though she loved me we were just too different. After hours of conversation, we agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant the following day to discuss the future of our love. As I continue to reminisce, I lie wide awake, in a paralysed state, worrying about what tomorrow may bring. I know deep down in my heart that once that shining star dies so will I. Without her, I have no reason to live, no reason to continue fighting the cruel battle of life. Thus, if I lose my one and only angel there will be no hope, no light just a deep dark meaningless void filled with despair and suffering. However, despite the heartbreak and lack of light, I continue to cling to that last bit of thread, that last bit of hope, that last bit of

After Phoebe nearly spent three-fourths of her Christmas money on carousel rides, the ride was about to close because of all this damn rain. I mean, it wasn’t like it was a tornado or anything but—. Anyways, when the ride was over, all the kids ran to their parents like they thought the rain was lava or something and it was going to melt them. Not old Phoebe though. Boy was she smooth. So smooth. She just walked on over to me and plopped right down beside me on the bench. It was as if Phoebe was as happy as I was, watching her all smiley and funny and stuff. It made me even happier; watching Phoebe was one thing, but her acting just like me, boy did that kill me. It really did.

My parents were down the street at my aunt’s house and said that I could have some people over, so that’s exactly what I did. Around eleven girls had came over and we spent the night dancing and singing loudly every word to songs that were overplayed on the radio but still so catchy. When other houses started to shut off their lights, the street lamps went on and our feet were too sore to be used anymore, we lowered the music, all sat around and gossiped—of course because that’s what girls do best. When the night had ended and almost everyone was gone, me and a couple others were so hungry that we were listening to our stomachs grumble, it was as if they were talking to each other about how they needed food. My parents offered to drive us to the Rainbow Diner where I got my favorite dish, french toast and chocolate

“Each funeral was a funeral for all of us”: Notions of Race, Identity and Mortality in Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

From the stories, I chose, ‘The Man from Snowy River’ by Banjo Patterson and ‘Guo Nian’ by Chinese Mythology both stories show totally different cultures form what we live in today.

Florence’s Uncle said “you’ll have a happy life here at Crutchfield Hall, I promise you”. Florence thought to herself “I did not say it, but the prospect of a happy life with Aunt seemed uncertain at best”. As Florence held it in, I reflected back on myself, because I have no filter, I say what I think all the time and I will straight up tell someone that I do not like them. So reflecting back on me to Florence, I can tell that she is too nice to tell the bad truth to someone. Florence is that kind of person that holds deep secrets, especially with deep feelings, with everything that she is going through just would cause her to blow up one day because she is that kind of girl that has those sad eyes. Florence has a very troubled life but she

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

Anyway, I was so happy to see old Phoebe. She was about the only friendly person whose company I'd enjoyed since I left Pencey Prep. We got home early to my surprise and I took my suitcases into my room and lay it down on my bed. I was pretty tired, having hardly slept the night before. I had a big headache. All of a sudden I got to thinking about Pencey and all their goddam

He had already packed everything he wanted to take with him, but left most of his possessions unpacked as he feared it would be a reminder of his previous life. As he was packing his items into his car, his neighbor Mr. Lauterbach came outside and noticed Arthur packing his things. “Hello Mr. Raeburn!” Greeted Mr. Lauterbach. “Why are you packing up your things?” Arthur was caught by surprise at first, he hadn’t thought about being seen by his neighbor. “I’m packing for a road trip,” lied Arthur, “I’ll be staying at a log cabin up north for a few days.” “I see. Well, I don’t want to be late for the bus now, so I’ll talk to you some more when you get back from your vacation!” Said Mr. Lauterbach. He started walking down the sidewalk towards the bus stop, and Arthur began packing quicker so he wouldn’t be caught by anymore people. After packing his things, Arthur got into his car, and started it. Pulling out of his driveway, he took a deep breath, knowing that this would be the last time he would see the town he grew up in. He began driving down the street, seeing everybody he pass smile and wave at him. However, he didn’t smile or wave back, as he had already abandoned his old life and began his new one. After he got out of town, he realized something. His depressing old life is nothing but the past; therefore, so are his sad memories. He had no reason to be sad anymore and felt something he hasn’t felt in ages, and that feeling is happiness. Nobody has heard from Mr. Raeburn

I hold the paper in my hands. It’s crumpling under my grip, but in it I get to live in the footsteps of others. My old dress is wrinkled and torn much like the paper, but I can’t spare the money on a new one. As much as I try to focus on the crinkled piece of paper with scrawly handwriting, I can’t. I just can’t. Tears run down my face and I wipe them away. It has been awhile since I have cried, so long in fact that I was afraid that there was something wrong with me. I push myself up from the old oak I sit at the base of. There’s no use in dwelling in what I can’t change. I fold the paper back in my dress pocket and walk into the field. I used to think there was beauty in the way that the grass grows in the street; standing low next to the

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

On 9/9/2015, at approximately, 11am, CM met with Esther Toro in the cafeteria, to follow up on Ms. Toro High Blood pressure medication. Ms. Toro was sitting in the Cafeteria and she seems disoriented. She wasn’t oriented to person, place, time and situation, because client stated she didn’t went to the emergency room yesterday. She continues to mentioned she went last week. CM asked Ms. Toro if she was able to pick up her blood pressure medication yesterday, September 8, 20015. Ms. Toro replies “yes” she picked up her blood pressure medication. CM asked to see the blood pressure medication bottle. Ms. Toro shows CM the blood pressure medication bottle with only 9 pills. CM mentioned to the client the bottle stated that she received 30 pills

She made a few friends because she was still a little bit shy towards other people because of what happened in her old school. Kids used to make fun of her, didn’t want to be friends with her, many kids also bullied her so bad she’d come home crying. Avondale, however, wasn’t like that at all. She made friends here. Nevertheless, she tried to keep herself on the down-low so it wouldn’t be a repeat of her previous schools. Monica’s first day in the town of Avondale, her parents were unloading the moving truck and she asked if she could look around the town and get used to it, before school. They moved over summer break to get settled in. After her parents said yes, she started walking down the street and found a little book store. Surrounded it was a surf shop, Ice cream shop, and across the street was a little grocery store. Many of the stores looked run-down and neglected. Inside the bookstore it smelled musty. Dust was on the shelves where the books stayed, it looked like no one has been here in ages. The lighting in there wasn’t the best either. There was a little spot in the back corner of the store that little a little bit like a sitting area. It had a little bit better lighting in it then the rest of the store. Monica decided she was going to pick up a book and take it back to the sitting area to read

When Allie reads this in the newspaper, all her feelings for Noah returned. Confused, Allie decided to go back home. Allie wanted and needed to see this house. While in the town, Noah sees Allie from a store window. Noah is in shock, wants her back. Allie shows up to the house he renovated and can’t believe her eyes. After all these years and separation, Noah made the house exactly has he had promised her. It is evident she feels the same way, but she now has a fiancé. Allie decides to spend the days with Noah and this time became as it was when they were teenagers. Noah wants forever, Allie is confused because she is to be married soon. Noah asks her to stay with him but she can’t. Noah tells Allie that he stills loves her, he never stopped. Noah asks "What do you want?" Allie repeatedly cries, “I don’t know”, but he does not take this as an answer. Noah does not want to lose her for a second time. Allie screams she has to go and tells him this is not right, she is about to be married. Allie leaves Noah and heads back to the hotel. Now Allie is confused and has to decide which love she wants. Noah stops reading the notebook and Allies memories fade after a few minutes again. Allie doesn’t know who the man that is sitting next to her and starts screaming for help. A nurse runs in the room to help her and asks Noah to please leave and to stop reading to her, this will not help.

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.