Tracie's Troubles: A Narrative Fiction

“Oh no,” whispered mother with her handed across her mouth. “What are we going to do?”

Suddenly a low noise came from outside the dorm startling Caroline causing her to hit her head on the fridge “Shit!” rubbing her head she decided to go check it out “probably some frat kids”

“What are you saying?” I ask already knowing the answer. She already has tears forming in the corner of her eyes , “I’m saying that maybe we should call off the wedding for now. Just until you have everything sorted out and everything goes back to normal.”

“Hello there, Timminy, would you like to come in? Abby is in the kitchen.” I nodded and squeezed my way through the barely open door. The Petersons always had to only crack the door open when someone was coming in or out, afraid that

The main character in this story is a Jewish girl named Alicia. When the book

When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montanna. When I was 12 I still dreamed of becoming a pop-star, but figured I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m seventeen now and I’ve have read Maya Angalou and Ralph Waldo Emerson; I’ve studied American history, marvled at astounding scientific discoveries, and cheered for political revolutions. I've traveled to different states and analyzed geological features for the aesthetic beauty and for the geological history. I've done many things, the logical step here would be then for me to pick; speak or forever hold my peace, but in all honesty, I don't know what I want to be. My six-year old self would say it's because I've seen too much, I think it's because I haven't seen enough. I want to

Penny was feeling uncomfortable and painful as a result of Caleb squeezing her arm extremely tight. Caleb had found out about them messing up his car. He asked Penny, “So… Do you still play with those boys?” Penny answered, yes. He also asked, “Why were you guys messing with my car?” Penny didn’t

“So this is where he works?” I asked through gritted teeth, staring at Blake from across the table. He told me everything there was to know about Talia Evers the other day, along with several fun facts about Staten Island that I would’ve been happy not knowing. Him being him, he seemed to have a natural knack for knowing girls better than they knew themselves. But when he brought up her older brother, who I remembered as her uninvited ‘guest’ to my birthday party, things took an interesting turn.

“Mom, just relax. Everything is okay; it isn’t what it seems. I’ll explain from the very beginning.”

Lela wouldn’t say that moving to the Bronx wasn’t a great idea but she thought it. The only good thing that came from moving was her best friend, Jake and even that wasn’t everything she thought it would be. Jake wasn’t the problem, she loved Jake, he was great. The problem was his mom, Mrs. Johnson. Lela wasn’t a troublemaker. She got good grades, was a good influence, did everything she was supposed to and more, but that had nothing to do with the fact that Mrs. Johnson didn’t like her. Mrs. Johnson didn’t like Lela because Lela was white.

“Fine!” Tannie said, firmly. She spent a few minutes trying to tie them, but the loop kept on coming out. Tannie sighed, looking up. Nereth just stood there with arms folded. Instead of being frustrated, she pulled them tight, and wrapped them around and around her ankle and tucked them into the top of her shoe. She would teach herself how to tie her shoes, but she was too bored of this place.

After reading this article I agree with Tom Hallman to a point. I do believe that a story has to hold the attention of the reader. If the statement reporters who are making the leap from features to narrative often gravitate toward templates, systems or exercises at the back of a book. If all reporters wrote stories of a template they would all be the same. After a while they would not hold the attention of the reader. Stories are told in many ways. Flannery O'Connor wrote southern poems. She tells a story of a family going on a vacation in "A good man is hard to find." When she tells this story the people are waiting to see what is coming next. Dolly Parton and Tom T. Hall tells stories in there songs. Bill Cosby a stand up comedian

There they encounter one more sexual act in one of the motel bedrooms, but this time it’s by force. Already disgusted by her knowledge of his participation in the sex-slave business, you can tell by the look on her face that she desperately wants him to stop, but at the same time she doesn’t want to alarm him that something is wrong and that she knows what he’s been up to.

I was about four or five years old when my Auntie Deion left me alone with my cousin Tario. He was about sixteen at the time, much older and stronger than I. I was excited, who wouldn't be, it was just us kids and there was plenty fun to come. Right?

When Saturday came, I did not know I would feel confused or fell as out of place as I did. However, on the way to the church I figured this would be the typical wedding, where they would say their vows and the preacher would say “you may kiss the bride”, then I could make it home to watch the end of the buckeye’s game. Nevertheless, this is not how the wedding would go.