In “The Truth about Stories”, Thomas King, demonstrate connection between the Native storytelling and the authentic world. He examines various themes in the stories such as; oppression, racism, identity and discrimination. He uses the creational stories and implies in to the world today and points out the racism and identity issues the Native people went through and are going through. The surroundings shape individuals’ life and a story plays vital roles. How one tells a story has huge impact on the listeners and readers. King uses sarcastic tone as he tells the current stories of Native people and his experiences. He points out to the events and incidents such as the government apologizing for the colonialism, however, words remains as
“I hope you are a better listener when I explain what job I have for you.” He added. “It’s clear you are better than the rest of us, rich boy and all that. But, in here your life is in my hands. If I say the word, you’re dead. If I don’t say anything, you will sign your own death warrant sooner than later.”
Why was I the one to get pulled? There were so many people at the party and I was the one to get interrogated? My luck. The officer sat me down at a table in a bland room with non-transparent glass. He sat down across from me and looked at me with a death stare. After about a minute or so, he said “ Hello Mr. Khalifa, I’m officer Marcus Hopson”. I sat apprehensively thinking about what to say. “Okay well you already know what you’re in here for, so start talking” Hopson said. All I could do was look down. Once I decided to talk, I said “What are you wanting to hear from me?”. Hopson laughed and turned around to look at me in the reflective glass. Looking at me more intensely in the glass, he said “Don’t play stupid. We know you were at that
“AHH!” I screamed. I was at Lazer Tag with my friends when I had suddenly fallen on the ramp. A little kid was chasing me down the ramp and I was running back trying to make sure that he didn’t shoot me. That’s when suddenly I had misplaced my foot and fell down at least 3 feet and landed on my wrist. “AGH”, I tried so hard not to cry but tears raced down my face faster than Usain Bolt.
“I’m not afraid of you, you can’t hurt me. At least not in the sense you are speaking of. That was years ago, I’ve gotten stronger, and threats like that don’t bother me anymore. So anything you thought you could do to hurt me, they just became irrelevant. You’ve got nothing, so as soon as you come to your senses and relax, I’m going to walk out of that door to my freedom.
"Well, I'm afraid this time is partly my fault – I asked Merlin to make some deliveries for me a few days ago and he's not had any time. Even though I told him it was fine, you know what he's like. He was obviously feeling guilty for not getting them done … in fact, he almost said me as much this afternoon. And I'm sure the cold he caught didn't help any. It wouldn't have allowed him to slip into the deep, restful sleep that he so needs."
Greg sat up in bed and peered out of His window looking at the dull, dead and dry city that used to be New York. He loved the mornings, every one in is family was happy, his Mum would smile as she made the beds, his dad would sing as he lifted his ten year old sister, Lizzy, high in the air and then there was Penny, she was two and Greg adored her and it broke his heart when her health started to deteriorate one year ago, he couldn't do anything but she is strong for her age and although the circumstances even she can giggle when she wakes up to this cruel world. But in a few hours like every other day the happiness would fade away when the real world
"I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.”
“If you would please kindly put down your swords, it would be greatly appreciated,” I said. The swords clunked down with a Clink!. “Now, if you would follow me, I would like to take you to your places.”
“Well I think that would be very nice, in fact, i was wondering if I could question you on a certain event or two.” the bulging man retorted. At that statement my heart started racing. Was it possible that he knew of my deed?! Had he came to arrest my sorry soul and send me to a dungeon? No! Not Possible! No one must know. Retaining my internal anger I replied coolly.