Tim Time: A Narrative Fiction

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

They went out together every weekend and were with each other none stop. Nothing had really changed with Ivy and Mia but people began to get to know ivy and talk to her. The days began to darken and something began to feel different with Ivy. She felt left out and as though no one really liked her, like she wasn’t a part of her friend group anymore. Ivy and Lizzy began talking about how Ivy felt this way, but Lizzy didn’t take much notice of this. Lizzy told Ivy that it was fine, she is just becoming paranoid that Mia is going to mess with her again. Ivy though different, like it, wasn’t Mia that this was true and real. Days, months and years went on but still, not much changed for Ivy. Things got better but then worse again. Little did Ivy know the reasons she would always feel this way was because she was jealous of her best friends and how they could get along with so many people and she couldn’t. Ivy pushed herself away from all her friends making her not feel accepted. Lizzy and Ivy were out together when Lizzy seen and old friend and introduced Paul to Ivy, Instantly Ivy and Paul became close friends and they both feel completely in love with each

how much Ivy needs to write. She has no one to talk to and cannot

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

“Off course Momma E.” I smile to her as we finish embracing. I turn to Eli as he guides us towards the exit. All I can think is how everything went down tonight. Nino telling me he loves is just fill with bullshit to me. Marie confronting Eli that her baby might be Eli’s is heart breaking. I’m waiting for us to get home so we can talk it out about this party. I hope Eli tells me about what happen between him and Marie, because that will tell me if he’s really into me, if he really wants a relationship with me.

For this story, I will use Mrs. Mallard as the example, and will discuss her challenges and struggles. According to the text, she was “afflicted with a heart trouble," so based on that alone we know that she struggled with delicate health issues. The narrator further described her as, “young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength.” The ‘lines’ or wrinkles of repression that he speaks of is most likely caused by the stress of suppressing feelings or emotions in her life. Although she described her husband in a positive light, I do not believe she was happy and/or in love with him. My assumption is based on the fact that she demonstrated an incredible sense of relief when she thought he had passed on.

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

The pad of my thumb slides over my cheek, wiping away tears. I step closer, putting my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. “I don’t understand,” I admit. “Why are you so upset, Juliet? Why are you overreacting? I went to a bar, drank a little, and kissed a girl.”

Her eyes shot open at the noise of a loud clunk, not that her eyes were being put to much use because there was nothing around her but darkness. As she reached both her arms out, she discovered two walls on either side of her.

Ivy is a talented art student who once was Melinda’s friend. In art class they become close again and she believes Melinda

In “The Story of an Hour” we are taken through a journey. The journey is the thoughts and emotions going through Mrs. Mallards (Louise) mind. The journey only takes an hour, so everything moves at a fast pace. Louise seemed to process the news of her husband’s death without an initial element of disbelief and shock. She goes right into the reaction of grieving for her husband. She quickly begins to feel other emotions. At first she does not understand them. The journey is a way that Louise comes to her final thoughts of freedom. She looks into the future and looks forward to living a long life on her own terms.

TIM is a 21-year-old college student. He lives in a dorm with two roommates. He writes short stories as a hobby and to keep himself occupied on lonely Friday nights. Moreover, he drives a 2001 silver Honda accord with a 2008 Obama bumper sticker. Tim is a very compassionate person because he cares more about other people than himself. But that can be his downfall because Tim is gullible. He trusts people too easily and sometimes they take advantage of that fact. His roommates are always late on their rent because Tim always lets them slide believing that they would pay him next time. As a result, Tim would have to work extra shifts to pay his share and his roommates’ share.

This is a story I’ve been meaning to tell for a while, and this is also my first post here. I swear this is a true story and I’m glad I’ve found the proper forum to recollect these memories.

In “A Scrap or Time and Other Stories”, Fink 's writings challenge this idea of restraints of moral behavior on critical situations, for example those who were either compelled or forced to go to Germany to do “charitable” labor for the Reich. The question really was, can they be judged by standards that overcome in these ceasefire societies? Fink tells individual stories in a modest way, in the sense that she seems to avoid using ordinary words. Instead, she uses images, symbols, and metaphors, especially those originating from nature to highlight these facts that allude to the overall picture of the short stories. This can be seen in the opening story, “A Scrap of Time, "The Garden That Floated Away," and "A Spring Morning." This very sense of symbolism and metaphors as well as the minute details throughout the stories as a whole aid in providing a coherent pieces that allows the reader to distinguish the fact that many of the stories are not only interrelated but written by the same author. In the stories, many of the people mentioned are influenced by two types of memory the flat one which records the predictable everyday events, and the jagged one which influences deeply into the unconscious layers of the mind. In “A Scrap of Time” this very essence of a flat memory that described the predictable was quite evident within the first couple of paragraphs, “I had left my house after eating a perfectly normal breakfast, at a table that was set in a normal way.” (pg. 4)

Ivy woke up not knowing where she was. All she remembered was there was a war between two nations. There were fires and arrows everywhere. At that moment she thought of her parents and immediately broke. “Oww,” tears formed into her eyes and she felt pain in her left arm, remembering that an arrow was shot toward a man but the pilgrim missed and instead she was hit.