You Liar: A Narrative Fiction

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.

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.

Hamlet believes that Fortinbras does not have good intentions for why he is leading an army against Poland but he concludes that reasons are unimportant. Young Fortinbras demonstrates a great leader by acting for any reason he finds necessary to preserve honor of his father’s death and in the end, achieves great success and becomes the King of Denmark.

John woke up to his screeching alarm at 5:30, slamming his hand down on the snooze button subsequently. “Fuck”, he bellowed in anger. He arose from his bed and rubbed his eyes as he entered his bathroom. John winced as he turned the bright light on, he grabbed a towel then hopped in his morning shower. He lathered up then rinsed off, doing the same to his hair. He dried off then headed downstairs and poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the tv, the news channel was showing live footage of a bus crash on the highway. He let out a snide laugh, “sucks to suck!”

But the Duke didn't noticed the change in the atmosphere of the hall. "Are you mocking me? Erick dressed him with the woman's clothes and put him out of the encampment on his horse disobeying his superior's orders. I'm sure that he would do something like that. All the time he lived with my family my father wasn't unable to teach him what mean to be an Imperial nobleman. He wasn't a real member of our family."

“I just don’t love you anymore Laura, it’s really not that hard to understand that I love someone else.”

"Augustus! Have you finished packing?" asked my mother. I just hate how I have to move a lot because of my father's stupid traveling job. "Yeah mom! I'll be there in a second,” I mumbled to myself, making a wry face at her. I just want to live a normal ninth grade life, but all of this moving is keeping me from doing so. I'm supposed to be making new friends, and having fun but I just have to move every year. "Katie!" I exclaimed. "Katie! Are you ready?" I called a second time. Katie is my little sister, in first grade. She is my only reason for not completely dreading my life. "I'm coming, Auggie! Let me just finish feeding Mr. Grumpy." she replied, in a cute little voice, while feeding our cat. My family and I have been moving around Italy

He sat beside Alistair on the concrete close to the door. The two had managed to stay together since leaving the bus. With thirteen men sharing an eight-bunk cell, both were resigned to a sleepless night on the cold floor.

The whole town was regarding me as some sort of hussie. Most of the people around me believed the fact that my husband was long passed and yet, they condemned me. They must not have understood what I had endured. I had overcome so many trials and tribulations, yet they persecuted me for a slip of judgement. That prison cell offered nothing but respite from the judging gaze that the others had taken to giving me. My daughter and I were waiting until the rest of our punishment was given to us. I worried about my safety, but moreso my dear baby’s. I didn’t know what they would do to her and I hoped it was nothing too severe. My escort to punishment arrived as I got my bearings back. I had finally gotten to feel the sunlight on my skin after however long I had been in that cell.

His health once again took a turn for the worst as he came down with an “inflammatory illness” that left him stricken for more than a year. While thus afflicted, his younger brother, Carl, died of tuberculosis in 1815. He had been sick for some time, as characteristic of the illness, but his passing posed a difficulty for Ludwig that extended beyond the emotional. Carl had a son, Karl, who was being left in the custody of his mother, Johanna. Ludwig had previously stepped in to oppose Johanna, as she was of a questionable moral standing. When Carl had met her, she was pregnant with another man's child and had previously been convicted of theft. What ensued was a lengthy legal battle that pulled Ludwig away from composition. When the dust had settled five years later, Ludwig won custody of his nephew. He loved the boy, but had an overbearing and coarse demeanor, driving the boy to attempt suicide. Johanna was granted custody and, though he eventually reconciled with Karl, they were never again close. Karl joined the army and never saw his uncle

Maria was a 12 year old girl in Mexico City, she had just moved in with her abuelita Karmen from San Luis Potosi. A week passed, and it was Maria's first day of school at La Secundaria 32 . Maria was a great student she always did her work and had A’s in all her subjects in class. She also has many friends which she kinda didn't talk to because they really didn't pay attention to her. You see although Maria was excellent at almost everything , her family had always been poor. Maria didn't have nice clothes like her friends did or a phone or even new shoes. This had always made Maria feel alone also because they would make fun of her for wearing the same thing.

“I, I am sorry Olive. I knew I just had to. You understand, don’t ya? I had no choice. I knew you wouldn’t have looked twice at me. Am, am I right?” Zane nervously stuttered and rumbled, as per usual whenever he gets nervous or excited.

The detective seemed to stare through my soul, if I lied, he would probably know, he does do this every day after all, it’s his job. So I shouldn’t lie, But I have to lie. I have to do it for her.

I opened my eyes and smashed the snooze button that woke me up. "Another day of being fake." I said as I scooted out from my bed. I grabbed a pair of boxers and my towel and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the lights and stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed the enormous bruise that formed under my ribs. Nobody knows this, but my dad is an alcoholic and loves to beat the crap out off me, but I've grown use to it because this has been happening since my mother passed away which was when I was twelve years old.

This is the every day life of a girl who was very suspicious. No, not like she killed someone or anything; she was just a very closed off person. She was never in the same room as everyone else, especially when it’s packed.. She only talked to someone if she has to. She was the respectful student. She never talked unless the teacher asks her to. She never liked getting put into groups because she thought no one really liked her. Her name is Taylor.