True Or False: A Fictional Narrative

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

“The Truth About Stories is that that’s all we are”.(King 2003,p. 2).Stories have a great importance as they make people more joyous and creative. Stories let the narrator to speak but he is not really the one who is speaking. The narrator retells the stories in merely same language but totally in different tone. These stories improve ones belief towards life. The narrator interacts with the listener through

“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.”

"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.

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

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.”

“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 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."

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.”

“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.”

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

“What the hell are you, your speed is too great for that sword you’re holding, are you some sort of