What Really Happened: A Fictional Narrative

Richard held Lexi's sweat-slicked body against his, tenderly kissing and caressing as they both came down from the heights of pleasure. Content to have seemingly satiated her needs as much as she had his, the Hacker possessed not the slightest inkling that her assumption of control stemmed not purely from desire, but because of Karl Williams. A man Richard despised, but who had also recently been allowed the satisfaction of bringing Lexi to orgasm by fucking her with a roughness much more brutal than that she'd denied him. Mustn't that mean, at least in some way, she'd enjoyed it? Despite his love for Alexandra, that question would likely always prey on Richard's mind if the truth ever emerged.

“Of course dear, I love you, and forgive you for your mistake. I’m so happy to have you back.”

The Vietnam war was a fight that almost lasted fifteen years. With two hundred and eighty two thousand allied deaths. Soldiers dealt with the grueling fear and pain of comrades dying, not knowing if they would live to see their families again. Over twelve thousand miles from home. Tim O’Brien describes the many ways men deal with the uncertain fear and death around them, often in surprising ways.

“It is going to be okay, we will get through this as a family.” Mom said, softly.

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

“ I don't know what upset you like that, but I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere, ” he smiled softly.

“Fine, but before I do it, I just want you to know that you are my best friend in the whole world and I’m gonna miss you so much and that I wish I didn’t do but it was for the best, in your case at least.”

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

“Never let it be said that I’m ungrateful, so thank you for saving me,” she said

A sharp, brisk wave of cold air comes passes over me as I look around me and see death surrounding me. The trees are exposed and lifeless, and the only sound present is the passing cars with trails of dark exhaust. There are shadows of past summers that have passed filled with fun and enjoyment, but they get fainter each day. The winter has taken all of my enjoyment and happiness and thrust it into a cold, bitter wasteland. My hope of someday escaping this nightmare is extinguished by each snow fall. But there remains one last refuge for my happiness, spring break. It seems like it gets further and further away with each dreadful morning I have I have lo face the real world. But finally, the day comes and life returns to this planet. Children

The bar tender smiles as he points over to the table where Baiken was sitting at and was drinking down a bottle of sake. She waved over as she giggles pouring him a drink as she was in a good mood. It was clear that she was drunk but that did not mean that her blade or her wit was any duller than if she was not drinking. When he had sit down across the table from her did she put photos on the table of him battling.

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a

As the sun slowly set, the fading light of day found Ronon seated outside on the doorstep of his sister's house. With his hulking frame blocking the entrance, the brooding Satedan was an effective deterrent. Nobody was getting in; not until Dr. Keller gave the go ahead, of course.

"Dalla is dead." After Cherrie words echo through Brendon ears. His heart just feel, he pushed past Cherrie and ran somewhere.

Negative thoughts rushed my head, but there was nothing I could've done. I walked along the broken twigs and shrubs to the end of the tree line. Looking at my house gave me relief and discomfort. But then I noticed something. The blinds in the window had opened up, to which revealed my sister, Mai. All the burden over my heart had just been lifted upon seeing her face. I rubbed my eyes, with disbelief, then looked up upon the window. That's when I noticed something odd. There was a person next to her, she was pointing at something. I couldn't make out the person but I noticed she was pointing right at me. I took a closer look, that person was me. It was from my