Fictional Story Essay

At the end of the novel of The Great Gatsby, Nick recounts all the things that had just occurred and says “ I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all —Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.” Nick says it was a story of the West because they all had the common trait of being lured and accustomed into the Eastern style instead of their origins in the West. The

Frankenstein was the type of “mad scientist” who would isolate himself in a laboratory, secretly creating another human life, only to discover he created a monster (Haynes, 2006). The Frankenstein story was a product of the subconscious rather than the conscious mind of its own author (Haynes, 2006). The monster replied to the beauties of nature, to the joys of domesticity and ideas of excellent novels (Haynes, 2006). The monster had both an alter ego and even denied that he had a child while married

Frankenstein by author Mary Shelley is a Gothic science fiction novel written in Switzerland between 1816–1817, and published January 1, 1818. Set in eighteenth century Geneva, Frankenstein tells the story of a young man by the name of Victor who goes away to college to study natural philosophy, chemistry, and alchemy. When armed with the knowledge he has long been seeking, Victor spends months constructing a creature out of old body parts, and in the secrecy of his apartment, brings his creation

be shot? Do you know what it’s like to drown in your own pool of blood? Your body sinking to the bottom as the water engulfs you. Your lungs now only filled with blood, and only thing you can do is lie in the abyss of your death. This is Gatsby’s story as he was killed in his own home. You may ask, “Who would do such a thing, killing a innocent man?” “And, on top of that to kill him in his beautiful home?” Well I have the answer for you ladies and gentleman. The person guilty of this monstrous crime

Imagine having a strong bond with a person who you are completely different in ways you view the world and as to ways you live your own life. Young children such as Tom and Huck grow to proceed a strong bond but battle different opticales throughout their lives because they share no connection in their households. A life filled with an enlightened home and supportive family was the life Tom was growing up to live in. However, a life filled with emptiness and no place to call home was the route his

Tom Sawyer has had quite a few mental experiences and I can relate to that. I feel like if I knew Tom I would be pretty close to him because of our similar personalities. We both like to explore and get our freedom and we both just want to be a good person. Tom just wants to live life the best he can and have fun he has many friends to help him conquer that. As for me I also enjoy life and think of life like there is many years to live for and just to have fun. I chose to do D.A.R.E

Years have passed since Alan Austen bought the mysterious love potion. In the beginning it was wonderful pure bliss, everything Alan had hoped or even imagined, but soon after, his world came crashing down. Alan had just woken up and began getting ready for work when he gets a call, Alan didn’t even need to look at the caller ID to know who it was. “Same time as usual” Alan muttered to himself as he picked up his phone he greeted his beloved girlfriend. “Hello Diana. Don’t worry i’m just getting

What are fairytales, and what is the point of them? Fairytales are fictional stories collected through folklore, and Maria Tatar states that fairy tales’ extensive and lasting popularity “suggests that they must be addressing issues that have a significant social function- whether critical, conservative, compensatory, or therapeutic.” Over the years, fairytales have been analyzed and approached by different critics, and these critics dismantle the fairytales to find their fundamental meaning. Among

Removing the limiter and going back to her Division, Aoi was in a happy mood, but she was still worried about life back in the World of Living. "Aoi~!" A bubbly voice cried and Aoi stilled herself and prepared for the death hug- Rangiku Matsumoto wrapped her arms around the shorter girl, and Aoi wondered again how in the blaze does one have such huge breasts. "I missed you! Without you, taicho is giving all the work to me!!" Rangiku clutched the short the girl harder, and Aoi pat Rangiku's back

Alan leaned against the wall and sighed, staring at the newspaper he held in his hand that he’d payed extra for. For him it embodied his whole struggle. Ever since the stamp act was passed, he was losing money fast, and he knew it. With his ever-increasingly prevalent tuberculosis and another upcoming baby, he felt his hope and his future come out his mouth in deep red blood. “Come help with Lance, Al,” called Jane. Jane was Alan’s wife. She had brown hair, but insisted on calling it “dirty blond”