Fiction

resurgence at the dawn of the new century, often dubbed as “neo-noir” films. One film in the neo-noir category is Pulp Fiction, directed by Quentin Tarantino. The title, “pulp fiction,” owes itself to the “cheap fiction magazines printed in the United States from the end of the nineteenth century until the middle of the twentieth” (Bailey). The disposable wood pulp-based paper the fiction was printed on was meant to be thrown away and passed on. The public considered pulps to be…

It was raining again. Recently, that is all it ever seemed to do. My dark eyes watched the blanketed sky with mild fascination. The droplets, more fragile than glass, shattered against everything they touched. The rain painted the town of Ashville with hues of gray. In the glass of the window, I could see my own transparent reflection. To the glass, I was just a ghost with a rainy face, though it showed me all that I was. Coal eyes, cotton hair, and snowy skin. My eyes had always reminded…

“I’ll take a beer, any kind is fine,” Trig replies. “And for the lady,” she ask smiling even bigger at me. “I don’t give a shit what you serve me. Just keep the liquor coming.” Trig squeezes my hand. “I have to use the restroom. I’ll be back.” I say, moving around her. “Sorry,” Trig says, apologizing for my behavior. “It’s been one of those days.” I don’t even look at either of them. I pass through the aisle and make my way to the back of the plane. I go in and do my business and when I come…

"I wish it was Eden, the Stars were there, you used to love the stars Lilith, I remember," he murmured, slumping back against the bed. His eyes closed "I liked eden, but there's no point in thinking about it....father he...traps me here..." He brushed his hands through his hair, he'd never spoken of his father...he didn't like to think about it. Though, he distracted himself from the troubling thoughts by groping the younger. His hands tailed over the pale skin, indulging himself in it hungrily.…

Water poured over the lip of the rock in a smooth curve and roared down into a chasm. Far below, it tumbled and foamed into a pool. The rays of the setting sun set a myriad of trapped rainbows dancing in the spray. Three cats sat on the edge of the river just upstream of the waterfall. They watched as a fourth cat approached, stalking delicately across the shaggy moss that covered the riverbank. Starlight sparkled at her paws and misted on her gray-blue fur. The newcomer halted and raked the…

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, she sounds excited.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to sleeping, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s yellow Jeep swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a complete stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I…

Outside the diner, a black pickup rolled to a stop while I peered out the window at the drizzling rain, a constant in the sleepy little town of Forks. If I were honest with myself, I didn’t believe that he would show up, even after conceding to meet him at his request; however, there he was getting out of his truck, striding determinedly to the diner’s door. Shortly after the bell over the front door jingled, he stood next to my booth at the back of the diner at our appointed time. “You showed…

The damp concrete met his bare feet when he landed. Dark barrels lined the walls as far as the light would allow him to see, though he knew what many of them were; along with the taste of dirt and wet stone, the smell and taste of beer tickled his tongue and filled his nose. Besides the pattering of a dark rat that crossed in front of him, Macduff heard nothing. He looked back at the hatch, knowing that it was the only exit. He walked calmly further into the cellar. He had not been in the cellar…

Ok so I guess imma do this, let's see where this leads ( btw you are the person where the POV is coming from) And i tried... Note:Don't do anything that happened in this book... ... I looked around at a funeral for my best friend, Lizabeth. no one was talking or crying, not even trying to comfort her family. They were just being silent and staying in place, while I would comfort the family, I knew I shouldn't due to the fact that they didn't like me. Flashback "HOW COULD…

The lake is a long way from here. The walk through the forest is a tiring one, I can feel drops of rain fall down my face as I stumble across the bridge into the forest. My heavy backpack starts to weigh me down. I turn behind me to make sure Kayla has not fallen behind, her face looks like she's ready to keel over and stop, but I have no time to let her. It is becoming dark, and every minute we waste is another minute we are away from home. I didn't mean to get us lost, I just wanted to explore…