True Or False: A Fictional Narrative

“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.”

The Drawer Boy expresses the theme of truth and falsehood ; a theme that most humans can relate to. Many humans face the dillema of avoiding or confronting truth. And not only does every human experience ‘true lies’, but they also share the feelings of liberation that result from confession. Truth and falsehood, as expressed in the play, is a universal theme.

"I needed to kill him for the greater good of our town and to protect my family at any cost, and I do not regret anything and will face any punishment for what

The issue in chapter two that struck me was when the author began to discuss the meaning of success and how in the last twenty years’ American culture has perpetrated this non-truth, “if you work hard enough, you can be anything you want to be,” (Whelchel, 2012, p. 44). This statement clearly has both pros and cons, since, if an individual believes this then he or she will strive for a goal that can seem out of reach and of a person does not believe this then he or she will never strive for something they perceive as too difficult to obtain. The other point that Whelchel states, “you can be the best in the world,” (2012, p. 44). This problem that I believe the author is pointing out is that when both Christians and non-Christians combine

"Don't sit here and pretend to know who I am and what I do," he's defensive. I realise this is the most amount of words he has spoken to me in a long time.

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’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.

He turns at the sound of scraping, the quiet shrill of metal as a sword is pulled from its scabbard. “I was not in poor form tonight,” she says, “And I will prove it.”

He says, “ I look back on the way I was then, a young stupid kid that committed the terrible crime. I wanna try to talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can’t, that kid’s long gone. This old man is all that’s left. I gotta live with 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.

“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.”

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

"I started believe that you weren't capable of being so much like me. Maybe it was too late; The Bat had ruined you first," There was a vicious smirk on the one-eyed man's lips as he spoke," I was wrong."

“I know. I know”! he exclaimed. Life’s been difficult recently, but I’m going to do right by you.”

“I saw what you did, to these helpless people, you slaughtered them you goddamn monster; and because of that, I cannot let you leave here alive!”