Fiction

Prologue Our tale start on a dark night. Not dark and stormy but dark. Our hero roams the streets alone. Who is the hero you might ask. Well let’s just say that his name is John and continue with the story for now. Now our hero lives in an abandoned pickup truck not too far into the forest. He lives there with Brian and Megan his two best friends. Before you ask yourself “Do they steal food and other things they need?” The answer is no. People in town are very nice. The baker buys everything that

Conrad heard the panic in Claire’s voice. “No, he’s not going alone. He’s just going over the details of a mission that we have lined up for after you get out of here.” That made more sense to Claire. “Oh, okay.” Her muscles twitched with anticipation. It had been too long since she had hunted something and she couldn’t wait. After all, she was a born predator and lounging around in a hospital bed wasn’t on her to do list. “So, how are summer classes going?” Claire was envious that Conrad could

Conrad rolled his eyes at his mother’s disapproval. “Sorry mom but I did.” Mary huffed and continued to fuss over her daughter. In so many ways, Claire was envious of Conrad. He was a social chameleon. He was able to go out with people and forget about the monsters that Claire couldn’t shake, even in her dreams. A part of her wished that things were different. At times, she would think about what her life would be like without training, hunting, and fighting. Going on a date and even just hanging

It was the year 2514. New York City was in ruins and people were desperate for hope. David and Timothy were two intelligent (Adj) teenagers who were roaming the city, trying to make a life for themselves. Everything seemed completely (Adv) hopeless. The boys had grown up in a time of chaos and destruction. They felt that things would always be the same, but they wished things could be better. In their group there were others who felt like them. A secret meeting had just ended, where the group was

Banner took to walking the streets on sleepless nights, particularly by the giant A tower – his prior home. An unhealthy habit of his, to lurk nearby decisions he regretted making, that night was no different as he stalked the familiar route. His feet instinctively walked him once again –like many nights before– down the near empty boulevard. Any sane runaway would avoid his former teammate’s HQ, but because he was legally diagnosed with a bad case of Dissociative Identity Disorder --a mask he joked

“Five combatants and what appears to be one naked dude without a pilot. Marc, you’re up.” I did not like the name my dispatch officer had given me, though I knew better than to speak my mind, “Yes sir.” “We’ve talked about this man,” his voice droned whiningly in my ears, “call me Radar.” “Yes Radar.” I responded flatly, the faint singing of a summoning ritual being cast finally rooting in my mind. Suddenly I was in the familiar white armory, weapons indented in black padding all along the walls

Soon as Sam and Tucker left, Danny ghost sensed went off. He quickly changed into his ghost form and went intangible. He flew through the walls and was into Jazz room. And what he saw made him anger than he ever was. Jazz was knocked out and Skulker was holding her by her neck. Even when Danny told himself he wouldn't ever involved Jazz into ghost business, here was Jazz being attacked by Skulker. "Let her go, Skulker!" Danny yelled, " She isn't part of this! She had nothing to do with this business

Marc Forster directs a capturing anecdote through the life of Harold Crick; a man who has to face his inevitable death. The film, Stranger Than Fiction utilizes and complicates the story around the sacrificing of conventions that Harold will have to challenge to be capable of living an unconstrained existence. These sacrifices are the incomplete fiction surrounding tragedy, the warm Bavarian sugar cookies that shape his monochromatic identity into a vibrant teal, and the rejection of solace in his

Pulp Fiction by Quentin Tarantino has been a sensation since its release and has received numerous awards, including one for its original screenplay. The screenplay can be designated to several genres, mainly due to its intertwined plot sequence and events, but the genre Pulp Fiction conforms most to is gangster crime. The main characters of Pulp Fiction are gangsters who commit crimes and face struggle and conflict which they have to overcome. This induces obscure events, including murder and rape

The Comedy-Drama Stranger than Fiction directed by Marc Forster follows the life of a man named Harold Crick. Harold, a mentally unstable IRS auditor, begins to hear a voice in his head narrating his every move. He soon discovers that he is the doomed character in an author’s book. Meanwhile an author, Karen Eiffel, struggles with how she is to end her story. Harold has to go out of his comfort zone to resolve his problems, and meets new people along the way. He sets out with a Professor Jules Hilbert