Personal Narrative Fiction

Cannery Row is a town located in Monterey, California. Despite being small, dirty and crowded, it is a well functioned town and is home to people from different walks of life. In the novel’s prologue, John Steinbeck wrote the following: “Its inhabitants are, as one man once said, ‘whores, pimps, gamblers, and sons of bitches’ by which he meant Everybody” and “[have] the man looked through another peephole he might have said: ‘Saints and angels and martyrs and holy men,’ and he would have meant the same thing” (Steinbeck 1). He basically comments that the difference in viewpoints given the same event results from the power of perspective and duality observed in people. One might see Cannery Row as a low-down place while the others might see Cannery Row as a lively, vigorous town. One would see a character’s actions disputable while the others would see their behaviors admirable. The viewpoints of readers and the way characters behave at various times explain the fact that Cannery Row and its inhabitants possess qualities crossing good and evil.

Posters are splashy, large-format images, which are accompanied by a short text. Usually, the purposes of the posters are to agitate, advertise, inform, or teach people. Posters from World War I and World War II often used metaphors, different figures, events, and places. During the First World War propaganda posters were enormously widespread. Artists used them to agitate people to conscription, subscriptions to war loans, and aid to the wounded soldiers. One of the most important posters from World War I and World War II is “I Want You for U.S. Army” by James Mantgomery Flagg. This poster is very influential because of its figure, the message, and the effect on the people.

It was a pleasant fall Tuesday when Stephanie went to work. Her day normal consisted of writing reports, and filing paperwork for her office. She turned on the television to see if there was anything alluring in the news. “NEWS FLASH: MAN CONVICTED OF MURDER HAS ESCAPED PRISON.” The warning did not phase her, considering the jail was far from her office. She concluded that she was safe. By four o’clock, it was time for her to travel home from a laborious day of work. She arranged her things into her bag, and began her trek. Walking out the door, she was met with warm rays from the sun. It was an astounding way to end a strenuous

“I have security cameras in my house. I’ll turn them on and let them record. It shouldn’t be long before they kill again if they keep up the pace they have been…” He trailed off at the end. His face contorted with the confliction inside him. Kimberly could tell that the thought of another murder was tearing him up inside. She meandered over to the living room whispering, “that’s smart,” under her breath. With a grunt she plopped down on the sofa and rubbed her temples. Axel exited the room and returned with spare clothes, a pillow, and a blanket.

For centuries, people from all latitudes have been fascinated by the night sky. The unreachable stars, the Moon, the comets and all the events happening in the sky, fired up imaginations and became symbols of life and death, of war, peace and the passing of time and the seasons. The movement of the stars was used to establish the time for planting and harvesting, to prepare for the long winters and to try to discover the future and destiny, the eternal unknown destiny of the human race. Three large human groups, the Mayans, the Aztecs and the Zapotecs populated the Central and Southeastern regions of Mexico long before the discovery of the continent by Columbus. These ancient cultures developed a very complex knowledge of

Detective Gerald stepped towards them and knelt down. “I promise you two, I will do all I can to keep that sick son of a bitch inside the jail cell. When he does get released, it won’t be for long.” He put his hand on both their shoulders before retrieving a business card from his shirt pocket. “You know where I am if you need me. I’m sorry for the bad news. I truly am,” he said in a flat tone.

Three years later, John is on death row. Vanessa is saying her goodbyes. After a few minutes, the execution takes place. Years later, it was found out that Vanessa’s father was the true murderer. Everyone felt guilty for what happened to John Doe. It turned out he was innocent all

For the first time all night, I had no idea what to do. Light from the trio of bulbs on the front of a deputy’s Impala swept over me and washed away the indecision; I put my hands up haphazardly by my shoulders. Someone had to brave the chill in the driveway to meet the cops. It was only polite, we had called them after all. As boots crunched out of the footwell and onto the gravel, the night’s events that had coalesced into this moment tried to stick to my brain one last time…

“No,” Steve thought as he shoved the small black box back into his dresser drawer. “Not tonight.” He pulled his suit coat on and strode to the elevator.

The choice is killing me, what do i do? Just 30 minutes ago i was blacked out in the trees, Now i'm thinking about getting back on, i’m crazy. But i don't even know want i want to do. I smelt the fresh pine trees and the cold snow. It was beautiful, a tunnel made up of only trees, the glistening snow sparkling.

Seeing Josh emerge from the alley, the girl from the top floor perks up from her concrete perch. “There you are.” She places her phone on the apartment steps and rises. “I hope you don’t mind, well, you were asleep, so I took your clothes from the dryer and put mine in. I didn’t go through them or anything, I am just in a hurry. My girlfriends and I are going out tonight.”

Soon, though, by the time the bonfire was growing unnecessarily large thanks to a stack of pallets being sacrificed, and the atmosphere was becoming one of drunken mischief and mellow lackadaisicalness, I was about ready for a little quality catching up time with Maria.

“Oh, last night’s footage where I was wandering around, jumping from cliff to cliff and…oh yeah over hearing some very interesting conversions,” I answer, telling the truth. There’s no point in lying. He’s going to find out sooner or later and sometimes it’s easier just to tell the truth and piss people off at the same time. I even flash a smile up at him.

The button had been pushed. The flames reminded me of the warm-colored walls in her house. As I stood behind the glass, feeling that same heat that diffused into her body; I watched her become ashes. As I witnessed my older brother break down, I questioned if I had the strength to face reality. Although I outshine my brothers at being prudent and reliable, I have always found it hard to say that I am the bravest. Normally, I felt inferior to them because they met society's standards of strength, just by being born male. Whenever my brothers said, “you can’t play Yu-Gi-Oh with us” or “you can’t beat me,” I believed that I wasn’t good enough to do “boy things” with them. I started to underestimate myself. Since I had never been to a cremation before, I didn’t know that my fear of needles and bugs were nothing compared to watching a body burn.

He spent the time going through scenarios of how he might escape. The loading bay was probably the easiest as no one would be expecting him to just walk out of the place. All he had to do was get Michelle to recall something from their past and he would take her out of here. Even if she refused to acknowledge her past love for him, he was determined to take her anyway. He always knew that if he ever met up with her again, he could rekindle the romance.