Fictional Story Essay

In the fictional story “Desiree Baby” illustrates a married white couple dealing with their half black son. Soon the father does not accept that their baby is black. The father disowns his son as well as Desiree, but little does the husband know that he has part slave in his blood. Desiree foreshadow the theme of racism being wrong to develop a memorable plot. Early in the story, the reader learns about Desiree having a mixed baby. In a way Desiree subtly hinted at Armand, the husband that their

As soon as me and dad got back from saint Anthony's, we had a feeling in our stomach that some thing bad happened and that it had to do with Erik. "Mr. Fisher it seem that your boy has chosen to fight the evidence and say that he did not kill Luis." As soon as that happened, dad linked eyes with Erik and the cop with Erick left. Dad yelled, "what the hell do you think your doing" Erik shrugged "does any body else now about this. Erik looked at dad with a face I've never seen before, Dad turned the

Cold breeze, a sour wind is blowing, leaves falling, dark, foggy sky. A princess, a rocker, a gamer, a traveler, and cat boy. A group of kids walked from their old run down school in there small old run down town to the park which was never used. The town was like a ghost town. Very little people lived around there unless they had no other choice. Molly Kendal was 10 and she was a princess, a diva, and her family lost a lot of money and even their house when her mom died, Meg Cruise was 15 and

Fuck" Yoongi said as he hit his hip at the edge of the table. He clutched his hip and pouted. It didn't hurt that much. In fact, it was a minor pain, but it was enough to make Yoongi cry. "Daddyyy" he whined out. Jungkook walked into the room. "What's wrong Gummy Bear?" "Table hurt" Yoongi pouted. "Aww, my poor baby" Jungkook cooed as he rubbed Yoongi's hip in hopes to sooth the pain. Jungkook glared at the table and said, "Bad table. Don't heart my baby anymore" which made Yoongi giggle. Jungkook

“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.” Dean’s voice was low as he let go of her arm and leaned back on the couch. “Though I guess my timing isn’t the best for it to sound sincere.” “You know someone wanting to murder me really isn’t a good time for anything, if I’m being honest,” Rachel tried to laugh it off, but she was a little breathless and her heart was fluttering just a bit from his touch. The best time for what to sound sincere? Was there more to that statement than Rachel wanted to believe

He had a blank face on but it did nothing to ease Isak’s nerves because it was just feeling like a calm before the storm. Then he finally talked. "So, we did a little research about you and found out that you father is really something. And I'm guessing that's what fueled your little act this morning huh?" Now he had a little mocking smirk on and while it looked quite good on him it was equally scary. Isak wanted to tell him how wrong he was but he felt like if he opened his mouth he would just

“Sweet! Let's go then, I'm tired as fuck.” “Alright.” They said good night to the rest of the creatures, and headed up the 2 floors they needed to get to their room. “Pray to Jesus himself there is no vomit smell or planes flying over this room now.” Aleks said just before he swiped the card down to unlock it. “I'm praying.” James connected his fingers and immitated someone praying towards the sky. With a satisfying click, the red little light turned into green, and Aleks pressed the handlebar

Eli was in the shop checking on the shipment that had come in this morning. Glad to see that the parts he had ordered for his current restoration project were all here and in good condition. This put him in a great mood. He was about to head out of the shop to check in at the front desk when Mike caught up to him. “Tandy just called.” “Augh. What now?” “She didn’t say. She just said to have you call her.” “Yeah I’ll get right on that.” Eli didn’t bother to reign in the sarcasm. Mike chuckled and

Branson walked across the street knife in hand. Branson's coat ruffled in the wind as he went into the alleyway. Branson looked around for the man in the darkness but could not find him. Minutes passed and the man was still not there. Branson looked down at his watch. It was 12:56 PM “He was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago,” he said to himself. Then just as Branson looked up he saw him. It was him. A man dressed in a black suit and a red tie walked up to him. He handed him a bag full of pills

The elevator went to a complete stop, and Martin cried out for help, but somehow no one heard him. Then the fat lady pulled out a wrench, and before Martin could do anything everything went dark. After the fat lady knocked out Martin she dragged his unconscious body into the back of the apartment building where no one would see her. Once she got to the back of the building she picked up Martin and tossed him in the trunk of her car. She put the keys in her car and she was off. Martin woke up