Josie couldn’t think of how she ended up at the dim playground she once roamed some years ago. Her lips parch and throat sore, she walked amongst the equipment feeling nostalgic. Before she found herself here, she was sleeping next to her long-time friend, Mark. Since she could remember, Josie was a victim to numerous sleeping illnesses, such as the terrifying sleep paralysis, the common sleep walking, and these all caused her insomnia. Mark took it upon himself to ease Josie’s nerves that came around
Chapter 1 “Good boys don’t fight,” said mom, when I asked her about fighting. But when I asked dad about it, he said,” it is okay to fight, but only if it is necessary.” I was confused. If I refused to fight, Toby always gave me a beating in front of my friends. But if I tried to fight, he used to beat me up anyways. He was big – too big, and I was small, weak and not so tough. I wished that I was tough like Toby – no, no! I wished I was tougher than him, because I could beat him up that way. It
Chapter One: A Delicate Situation Present Day I stared out into the night, stars stretched across the endless midnight sky. I sat perched on the railing of the balcony six stories high, admiring the cloudless night. A slight breeze blew my auburn strands in different directions. I smiled, soaking in the moonlight. I closed my eyes, and pictured the sun in the moon's place. The stars were replaced with a blue suburban sky. I tried to feel the
:'s eyes shifted following the child around the room while listening to his story. The story itself started out like any other sob story but it quickly became apparent that this kid was a sociopath. She huffed, before raising her face fully. " I should have known the Marines would have someone as sick as you in their midst." when Manillo explained to her that he knew all about Eledia her eyes widened. Didn't he mention something about pulling my knowledge from me with his freaky power. Damn i wasn't
When one thinks to compare the beautiful marvel that is ‘The Great Gatsby’, ‘Fight Club’ would seem barbaric, however it’s the message where we see the ‘updated Great Gatsby’ that Palahniuk describes. Fitzgerald unmasks the façade of a 1920’s America, revealing the deluded generation entranced by the possibilities of a consumerist world, and 70 years on the same warning remains. Palahniuk’s cataclysmic metanarrative shows the societal breakdown of human emotions, and the extremes one must go to find