Avainsana-arkisto: ENA5.1

Slytherin?

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This fan fiction is based on the J.K.Rowling’s book serie ”Harry Potter”. I think that you all have some view who’s Harry Potter and what kind of books they are.

Harry Potter stood in the Great Hall, in the Hogwarts, with all others who strarted at Hogwarts in the year. All the older students were starring at them and the Sorting Hat, which was on the chair front of the Hall. The new students sat on the chair in their turn and put the Hat on their head, and the Hat told everyone what was the student’s house. Harry was waiting for his turn, and watched how some first-years were biting their fingernails. Harry felt a little pinch in his stomach, too, but he didn’t know what he should have scare about.

“Potter, Harry”, the Hat shouted finally.

Harry stood up and walked suspiciously in front of. He sat on the chair and put the Hat on his head. At first the Hat didn’t say anything, and Harry begun to think that it didn’t work. Then he heard muffled mutter.

“The Harry Potter… The big, famous Harry Potter. What should I do with you? What do you think boy?”, it said thoughtfully.

“Oh, I really don’t know what you have to do”, Harry whispered quickly. He was embarrassed because the all-knowing Hat couldn’t tell what was his house.

“Don’t you know, boy, don’t you know? Are you sure? Have you any ideas?”, the Hat continued.

“I really don’t know. Please, tell me to what kind of house I’ll go. I don’t want to go to Slytherin”, Harry begun to get nervous a little.

“You don’t want to go to Slytherin! Oh no, boy, you make me amazed. You were born to Slytherin, and I’m going to put you there”, the Hat answore slowly, but decisively.

“No, you cannot do this! You cannot! I’ll go to where ever other house than Slytherin”, Harry groaned desperately. He tried to be peaceful, but he remembered all that he had heard about the Slytherin. What have I did that I deserve that, Harry thought.

“Keep calm boy. You’ll survive it, I know it. You are created to Slytherin. You are their last hope, boy, remember that… Last hope. SLYTHERIN!”, the Hat shouted the last word so loud, that everyone in the Hall heard it.

“SLYTHERIN, SLYTHERIN, SLYTHERIN”, the voice grumbles in Harry’s head. He holds his head but the voice doesn’t stop. At the moment Harry realises that the voice comes out of him. He opens his eyes as soon as he realises he keeps them closed. Harry looks at around, and notices that he is in his own bed in the Hogwarts. For good measure he straightens his arm and touches carefully the curtains around  the bed. They feel the same than always before. Suddenly he hears the familiar voice.

“Harry? Harry, are you awake?”, Ron whispers from the next bed.

Harry breathes deeply. Yes, he’s in the Gryffindor’s bedroom in the Hogwarts. He’s at home.

O.C and the end with Marissa Cooper

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The TV show O.C  tells about young, famous and  rich people’s lives in Orange County, California. Their lives are all about partying, dating and spending money carelessly. One of the main characters were beautiful Marissa Cooper, who died in tragical car accident in the end of the season 3. The show lost lots of fans because of that and the season 4 was the last one.

You can’t kill the main characters if you want a show or a movie saga continue the same. Like here, part of the show died with Marissa. Everyone knew that Marissa and Ryan would end up together and Marissa’s final episode ends when she is with Ryan and her ex crashes into Ryan’s car. There is a flashback; Ryan carries her like in season 1 when Marissa took overdose, but then she survived.

 

Season 4 was all Ryan being weird and dark, dealing with Marissa’s death. After all that they try to mix Ryan with Taylor – not going to happen. There was the group, Ryan, Marissa, Seth and Summer, and simply Taylor doesn’t fit to it. There is no happy ending without Marissa. There was no point with all the upps and downs.

If Marissa had stayed alive the story might had continued longer and the plot would had been much different. In my ending Marissa and Ryan end up together, they would get married have children and live happily ever after, like Seth and Summer. Marissa would come back, go to collage and they would be the old Ryan and Marissa again. That happiness I would had given to them, after all, nothing is good without happy ending.

 

Why, Honey?

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Why, Honey?

Raymond Carver

The novell ”Why, Honey?” tells about a boy who does not behave like normal. In the beginning of the story his mother is wondering why her son became a man like that. He gets outbursts and cannot tell the truth. His behavior is extremely odd and scary. The mother is scared of him and waits his return. She has had to change her name, home address and phone number as unlisted. All this started by their cat’s death when he was 15 years old.

Their neighbour tells her that he saw two boys putting firecrackers to the cat’s ears which were also cut up. She cannot believe him blaming her sun for killing their cat brutally. In other case he is working as a stockboy in a local store and buys an expensive gift to his mum. She is totally surprised and happy using his wages for her. Unfortunately she finds a stub in his pocket during doing the laundry and noticed that he had lied. The price of the gift is a lot lower as he has claimed.

He continued acting unusually. In addition of lying he got an outburst his mother and yelled that get out of here and was sick of her spying all the time. The very strange thing is that on the following day he acts like nothing would ever happened. He is psychotic. He has also a gun and a knife in his car and spends nights gone from home. As a result, on one morning the mother finds a bloody t-shirt in his car. Everything concludes his and his mother’s conversation in which he insists her mother to kneel. She runs to her room and locks the door. While she is in her room he is gone. She will ever meet him again.

In my opinion the mother has enough evidence to claim his son because of his behavior and especially the gun and the knife in the car. The bloody t-shirt is only an excuse. She is, as she says, entitled to hear the truth as his mother. The way how she is presenting the information is justifying and desperate, which makes it sound sinister. Despite all those things he will be elected governor.

It is very important to the narrator that someone knows this story besides the narrator. She is wondering how the recipient knows her address. In my opinion the narrator is reliable. Why she wrote if she would not be trustworthy? The recipient must be someone of whom she can trust. Otherwise she would not tell that story.

 

Why, Honey?

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Mom and her normal son are living a normal life in a normal suburb. But suddenly mom starts to worry about the son and even be afraid of him. The son starts to do very odd things and to act strangely.

It all started when the son and his friend put firecrackers in the mom’s and the son’s cat’s named Trudy ears and butt. Of course Trudy died. The woman who lived right next saw the boys doing that and told to mom about it. She couldn’t believe it and asked it from the son but he did not tell anything.

When the son got his own car he bought a shotgun and a knife and started to keep them in the car. One day the mom found a bloody shirt from the back of his car. There were also the gun and the knife. The son said that he had a ”bloody nose”. The son was always lying about everything and even about the little things which are not worth lying. He lied about his wages and work days and school things. And mom always find out the lies.

One day they had an argument and a fight. Because of the fight the son backed his things and left away. She and he never saw again face to face and never talked to each others again. Mom saw him on the TV and on the paper often ’cause he joined the marines, got himself in the politics and elected to governor. He became famous. Mom thought that she had better to move out, change her name and phone number. Because the son was now a powerful man and it would be easy to him to find his mom.

This short story was written as a letter. The letter was written by mom, but I did not find out to whom it was written. The text was quite easy to read but there were lots of ”would” and sometimes it was hard to read because of that. The text was not clean and straight. There were not dialogues. The text’s narrator was reliable and credible.

Old buddies

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Spiderman is the movie trilogy. It’s first part came out on year 2001. Now it have been made movie which is called Amazing Spiderman(2012). It is the new version of the first Spiderman movie. Spiderman is the superhero of New York City. In the first movie his archenemy was the green gobling. In the Amazing Spiderman his archenemy is the green, mutant, scientist lizard.
The Avengers (2012) is Marvels movie where is put on all the Marvels greatest characters all the time like Thor, Hulk, Iron-Man and Captain America. Except the Spiderman.
But here is my short story.

New Spiderman had been chasing it for a long time, the green mutant lizard, which raged free in Manhattan. It was almost midnight when it headed to the Manhattan Bridge. Spiderman believed to be soon on there and hoped that the creature wouldn’t have made a lot of destruction. But someone else was swinging at the same  time too.

Old Spiderman: ” What in the world…? Who is that? And.. It’s coming straight towards! ”

New Spiderman : ” What the.. heck..Watch out!”

Old Spiderman: ” Goddamn! I’m swinging on here! ”

New Spiderman: ” I’m sorry but I’m in hurry..wait a second? Why do you look just like me?!”

Old Spiderman: ”No! Why do you look like me? No..I’m much better looking, and more muscular. You are just a fan.”

New Spiderman: ” I’m not a fan? I am the real Spiderman! Who the heck are you? I didn’t know I have fans like you?”

Old Spiderman: ” This isn’t fun anymore. I know that I have lot of fans but some respect please! But you’re pretty well taken care of those cobweb machine and everything.”

New Spiderman: ”Yeah cobweb came out a little awkward place so I did such equipment in my arms that shoot the web.”

Old Spiderman: ”. Nice I don’t wanna know from where it came.”

New Spiderman: ” But really who are you, and I’m the real Spiderman not a fan. And I’m chacing a giant green mutant lizard. Have you seen it?”

Old Spiderman: ”Hahah! Pretty good one! But that what I was chased on my time was  the green goblin, not a lizard.  But it’s pretty well invented. You have a wild imagination.”

New Spiderman: ”I haven’t invented it. It reportedly is raging right now in Manhattan Bridge. If you were the original spiderman, why haven’t I heard about you?”

Old Spiderman: ” Some the 2000’s kids again. Well I have used to it that everybody in the world know about me. Have you lived in the barrel or something. But green lizard, green goblin .. kind of weird if you speak the truth.”

New Spiderman: ” Oh… Really..Hmm.. Yeah pretty weird, but you won it anyway? Maybe you could help me? We could work together?”

Old Spiderman: ” Hmph! I have kind a finished these things. I really do not want to chase anything green creep creatures who just destroy everything! All green creatures are stinky and ugly!”

Suddenly like the lightning strike came a terrible thud, and soon somebody green creature breathed the old Spiderman’s back.

New Spiderman: ”Who is he? Some of your friends..did you just said that all the green creatures are ugly and stinky.”

Old Spiderman: ” Oh God! No! You damn idiot!”

New Spiderman: ” Wait a second.. is that a Hulk? Oh! Now I know why didn’t you were in the Avengers movie !

Old Spiderman: ” Shut up!”

 

Why, honey?

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Mom has a son who has made a psychopathic acts. Her son was first normal child (expet for occasional outbursts) but at some point in his actions became really sick.

Years ago they had a cat named Trudy. Cat had crept into the neighbor’s yard so that it was ”cutted up”. Ears and ass hole was put firecrackers.  Neigtbour suggested that the author had run in the direction of their house. Mother didn`t first imagined that his son would have made such a creepy thing. When she realized that her son was lying and not anymore cared about Trudy he was sure that the boy was quilty.

Her son luying increasing. He claimed that he had been at work many times, but the mother later found out that he had ended work a long time ago. He lied already after the first day of him salary.

Even though son was very girfted at school he lied of field trip. He said he was on a school trip but later mom found out that the field trip was only later.

First he lied about the little things but sudden things changed bigger and bigger. One night  the son did not come home at all. The next morning the mother found his tailgate bloody shirt and a knife. The son said that he had a nose bleed but mom knew that he lied. When the mother asked the son why he is lying the son told her to kneel down when the mother ran to her room. After this she has not seen her son.

I think that the mother telling the truth. Each example is descriped very closely. Text to find out that the mother`s fear is real. It seems that the mother was not told everything whick make the text seem sinister. It also affects adjectives. I think that she written that because she wants that somebody to understand her. The story is very reliable bacause the mother has so many evidences which are closely narrated.

I suspect that the mother wrote to someone who also has doubts about her son. Or maybe he is someone who cares about the mother.

 

 

A Daedra’s Best Friend

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Notes:

  • The milieu takes place in Skyrim, an enormous province of the fantasy land called Tamriel. The climate is similar to Finland, and it is homeland to the Nords, large and hardy men and women who resemble vikings or barbarians.

  • This fan-fiction is based on The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Kiiski was an unsual nord. She wasn’t interested in cracking skulls or breaking bones at all. She was a mage, a battlemage to be exact since she wore armor. Very few Nords were mages or used any kind of magic at all, the magic was seen evil and weak, since it was directly connected to the Elves, and by most Nords, the Elves were considered to be weaker than Nords, but the feeling was mutual on the both sides. The both sides had their lunatic fringes.

The young mage walked the streets of Falkreath. Falkreath was one of the biggest cities of   Skyrim and it was famous for it’s graveyard. Many honorable dead had been buried there. As walking the rocky streets she heard approaching footsteps. A city quard was walking towards her. Kiiski stopped and turned towards the guard.

”You don’t seem to have any work, so I have a simply request for you.”, the guard said.

”Go on.”, Kiiski added.

”Our city’s blacksmith Lod, he has been looking for a dog and spotted one near the entrance of the city. You should go to speak to him. He might reward you with some gold.”,   the guard answered.

Kiiski’s eyes glistened when she heard the words of gold. After that she thanked the guard from useful information. She walked directly trough the streets to the blacksmith’s smithy.

”I heard you will reward someone who retrieves a dog for you”, the mage spoke.

The blacksmith stopped forging his latest work, and turned around. The blacksmith who was called Lod, was a tall man with short brown hair and he was all dirty, since forging was  dirty and challenging work, and his face was almost covered in soot.

”Did you see a hound on the road ? A fine strong creature that’s been wandering near town ?”, Lod asked curiously.

”The guard mentioned a dog.”, the mage added.

She wanted to get directly to the work and wasn’t really interested in the chatter of this man. But then she opened her mouth and said:

”I would be convinced to catch him.”

She didn’t mean what she said, she was only interested in the reward.

The blacksmith replied eagerly:

”It’s a smart human being that demands something up front for her work. Here’s some meat, I’ll give you the gold when I have my dog.”

After that the mage dashed through the city. Then she stopped and looked at the forest. ”The dog must be somewhere”, she tought. And she continued to stroll in the forest. Suddenly she heard a voice.

”You are exactly what I was looking for.”, said the voice.

The surprised woman turned around, and she wouldn’t believed her eyes. She saw a dog. Did that voice really came from that ? It can’t be possible.

”Did you just speak ?”, Kiiski said a doubt in her voice.

”Skyrim is now home to giants, flying lizards as you know as dragons and two-legged cat-men, and you’re surprised by me? Yes. I just talked. And am continuing to do so”, the dog replied with a mischievous tone.

”Really funny.”, Kiiski said annoyed.

”My name is Barbas and you must help me human, my Master has banished me. I want you to help me with this problem. We had an argument…”

Then the mage interrupted his speech before he could finish what he was trying to say: ”Very well, you flea bag. Let’s go see this Master of yours.”

”That wasn’t really nice ”, Barbas growled, but then added: ”I will lead you to the Haemar’s Shame, my Master lives there.

”Who exactly is your Master ? Kiiski asked. She was greatly interested in why anyone would simply abandon a speaking dog, that was madness since the dog was really valuable.

”My Master is Clavicus Vile, the Daedric Prince of Wishes and Bargains”, Barbas answered, pride in his voice.

Kiiski cringed. Clavicus Vile was a Daedra. Daedras were evil creatures from a different  dimension called Oblivion, and they despised mortals.

”So I’m making deals with Daedras. I’m not risking my life on this, you foul creature.” Kiiski shouted. She didn’t want to get involved with Daedras. Daedras weren’t fools and they were highly intelligent.

”I will promise that you won’t get hurt, I swear”, Barbas said and then added: ”Shall we travel to Haemar’s Shame ?”

”Very well. But remember what you have promised Daedra.”, Kiiski said.

The traveled together. Through forests, through different roads. The ground became more hostile and snow-covered. Roads became more rockier and more dangerous. A careless traveler would easily broke one’s ankle, so one had to be really careful and watch every footstep. The climate got colder. Kiiski was tired. She had traveled with that Daedra for couple of days. But yet she gathered all her power to just keep going. Finally they came to the end of their journey. Haemar’s Shame was a cave in the snowy mountain area. The atmosphere of the area was repulsive.

”Shall we go in ?”, Barbas barked.

”It seems we don’t have any choice, after you dog.”, Kiiski stated.

They stepped inside the cave. The cave smelled disgusting. The mage wrinkle her nose in disgust. Then she gazed at the floor of the cave. She was as if poleaxed. There was mutilated bodies, limbs and bloody bones.

”Vampires”, she whispered.

”Barbas we should be really careful now..”, she couldn’t end her talk as she noticed that the dog was gone.

”Dammit”, she thought. Now she was alone with vampires. Then she heard an unhuman scream. Quicky she murmured, and opened her palms. Small flames surrounded her hands. Now she was ready. If a vampire decided to attack her, she could cast a fire spell and possibly even burn that monster in to dust. She started to run. The light that was caused by the flames improved her sight. But that also made her easier to detect.

”Another intruder !”

A vampire saw her. Actually there were two vampires. Barbas was trying to fight them both. Barbas fiercely tried to kill them, but he was weak. He had no match for two vampires. Kiiski casted a spell, a blast of fire ejected from her hands. The fire hit the another vampire who had noticed her. The vampire screamed in pain, then collapsed to death, still burning.

”You’re next.”, Kiiski said calmly.

The remaining vampire hissed: ”You’re not getting out of here alive.”

The vampire pulled out his dagger, and in a blink of an eye slashed Barbas with his dagger. Barbas whined when the dagger slashed his back, but the mage prepared to attack. She hurled a fire ball towards the vampire, but it didn’t seem to work. Determinedly the vampire walked toward the mage, this determination scared the mage. She had ever encountered a vampire who was this strong. Barbas had recovered a little from the strike, he grabbed vampire’s leg and pulled him down. The fire had weakened him and Barbas easily tore his throat.

”You seem to be okay, let’s go burn all these bloodsuckers.”, Kiiski said a laugh in her tone.

”It has been a while I have had a challenging fight like this.”

”There is no time for chatting, woman, let’s go to find my Master.”, Barbas said angrily.

After clearing the whole cave of vampires. They arrived into a hall, in the middle of it there was a huge statue of a horned man wearing a toga raising a helmet in his hand.

”There is my Master. But a word of warning. Don’t accept any offers from him, no matter how tempting they are, okay ? But if you succeed to convince him to take me back, I’ll make sure that you will be rewarded.”, Barbas stated.

”Just talk to the statue. It will go well.”

Kiiski felt like an idiot. Talking to a statue. A talking dog. These events were like a really strange dream. But she decided to fill the dog reguest.

”Clavicus Vile, I came here to reunite you and Barbas.”, the mage stated.

A great and audible voice came from the statue:

”Why I, Clavicus Vile should take that mutt back, and you mortal, killed my last worshipers, but it doesn’t really matter since you granted their wishes and ended their misery. They were suffering from their vampirism, and came here for a cure and you gave it to them, by burning them all to death !”

The mage felt uncomfortable, she had never encountered a real Daedra before. And now she was talking to one and yet very strong one.

”Why you don’t want your dog back ? You are his Master after all.”, Kiiski mumbled.

”Hmm.. If you get me an axe, an incredibly powerful axe. If you bring it to me, I might take my dog back. The axe might rest in Rimerock Burrow. If I remember right.”

Then the statue silenced. Kiiski turned to Barbas.

”Do you know anything about this axe, he was talking about ? It might help, if you knew.”, Kiiski asked.

”There was a wizard named Sebastian Lort, he had a daughter, who was worshiping Hircine, the father of the werewolves. When his daughter became a werewolf, it depressed Sebastian. He didn’t want to see his daughter take such a bestial form.”, Barbas stated.

”Was your Master involved in this, I have my doubts..” Kiiski answered.

”Actually, yes, the wizard wished for the ability to cure his daughter’s curse. Clavicus gave him an axe.”

Kiiski remained quiet then said: ”Let’s go find this axe and end this.”

Barbas agreed and nodded. Then they left the cave. Rimerock Burrow was far away, on the other side of Skyrim, but the mage had a plan to get there. While walking she searched  for an open place.

Then Barbas asked: ”Shouldn’t we go to Rimerock Burrow, there is long way to there, we should be walking already.

Kiiski ignored Barbas, stared at the sky and suddenly shouted at the sky: ”Odahviing! Hear my voice and come forth. I summon you in my time of need.”

Nothing happened. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. But then a magnificent roar was heard from the sky. A giant red dragon appeared, he circled around them, then landed. Just in front of them.

”My friend, here I am”, the great dragon said while stretching his neck. The dragon was a mighty specimen of his kind. His scales were bright red and he looked extremely powerful.

”We need your help, Odahviing, my friend. Take us to Rimerock Burrow.”, Kiiski said with great respect for the beast.

”Does that dog come too as well ?” Odahviing asked.

”Yes, the dog comes with us, you liked it or not.”, Kiiski said.

Odahviing looked at Barbas, grunted load. Then lowered his head towards the land, that it would be easier to climb on his back. Kiiski climbed to the great dragon’s back, grabbed from his back and pulled him up. Then the red dragon spread his massive wings, started to flap his wings. A short moment passed and then they flew. The journey was much faster. Then Odahviing landed and let his riders jump out of his back.

”Wait here, don’t go anywhere we need to get back as we fulfill our task here.”, Kiiski ordered.

The great dragon nodded, flew and landed on a huge rock, it was better place to sit than snow. Then Kiiski and Barbas went to search for Rimerock Burrow.

”If Rimerock Burrow is an another cave, I swear..”, Kiiski muttered.

Unluckily for her, Rimerock Burrow was a cave and she wasn’t happy with that fact. She hated caves, since they were dark and who knows what dwells there. They walked into the cave. The cave was chilly. Really chilly, and it looked inhabited. But this time there was no mutilated bodies or anything like that, but fresh footsteps that seemed to belong for a human being.

At the the end of the cave, there was book shelves, barrels, tables and a chair. There was an old man sitting on the chair. He seemed to read some kind of book. Kiiski looked around and noticed an axe on a table. ”That must be that axe, I’m sure of it”, she thought.

She sneaked towards the table, grabbed the axe and sneaked back to Barbas, who was sitting down and waiting for the mage’s return.

”Was that man Sebastian Lort ?”, Kiiski asked Barbas.

”Yes, that man is Sebastian Lort. It seems he has isolated himself from others.”, Barbas answered.

”I don’t wonder that.”, Kiiski said while walking. Then they left the cave. Odahviing seemed to have taken a nap since he flinched suddenly. Then flew off from the rock, where he was sitting. Then landed to next to the mage and his companion. Then they flew back to the Haemar’s Shame.

”You can go now Odahviing, I don’t need your service anymore.”, Kiiski said.

The great dragon nodded and let out an roar, while flying away. The mage watched his flight away until he could not be noticed from the sky. Then Barbas and his mage friend. Stepped into the cave. This time the cave smell was different, now it smelled burnt flesh, but at least it was more tolerable smell than smell of bodies. When they arrived at the statue, the statue started to talk before either Kiiski or Barbas had opened their mouths:

”You got the axe. And my dog. Splendid.”

”We’re back, now take Barbas back as you promised”, Kiiski said.

”A hero and his faithful companion, fetching an artifact for the prince. It’s almost like a fairytail.”, Clavicus Vile answered.

”What if you kept the axe ? But only if you kill Barbas. Simply as that.”

”No deal, just take the axe and your dog.”, Kiiski yelled. This time she didn’t care if she made this Daedra angry, she was fed up with him.

”You’re not fun at all, but yeah yeah, dog gets his Master back, the Master gets an axe, everyone is happy. Now Barbas get over here.”, Clavicus Vile said annoyed.

Then there was a sudden blinding light. Kiiski closed her eyes since the light was too bright. Then she opened her eyes, Barbas was missing. Where was that dog ? No dog can’t simply vanish into thin air. But then she saw it. The statue was changed. Now there was a dog standing majestically next to the horned man. The mage smiled. Her work was now done here.

 

The Last Spin

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The Last Spin is a short story about two men whose gangs have chosen them to settle their disagreement’s by playing Russian Roulette. It is written by Evan Hunter who lived in New York where  the story takes place.

The story begins in a dreary basement where two men from enemy gangs ,Tigo and Danny, are preparing to start playing Russian Roulette. Before getting to the point they make clear that they have nothing personally against each other and then they start the nerve-wracking game of life. Tigo volunteers to go first. He squeezes the trigger but it clicks on an empty chamber. On Danny’s turn happens the same; it clicks. This happens again and again and again and then Tigo decides to add one bullet more to lower the odds .

During the game they have a conversation about their girlfriends, the army, guns, gangs and life…. When time goes by they realize that they actually have quite much in common. Soon Tigo decides to add a one more bullet. Now the chances are 3:6. At the same time Tigo suggests that they could tell the gang they don’t want to be a part of it anymore, get real friends and go for a rowboating on a lake just they and their girlfriends. Danny agrees him and they decide that Danny’s spin is going to be the very last one. He puts the gun to his head, pulls the trigger and against all odds the gun fires and Danny’s head rips off. The story ends Tigo putting his head on the table starting to cry.

The story is very compelling. When you once start reading it, you just can’t stop anymore. It has a very thrilling atmosphere, mainly because of the game; you never know when the fateful gunshot comes and to who. Of course the setting is ideal for creating the atmosphere; the dreary and dark basement where the gunshots echo. It reflects perfectly the death.

Hunter writes in a very descriptive and interesting way. For example “the lethal grace of the weapon” and “ a look of incredulous shock knifed his eyes” are very ingenious ways to express the matter. But still the text is mostly the two men’s dialog  which sometimes is quite hard to understand.

I didn’t expect the story to end up like the way it did; Danny shooting his head off and shattering his face in front of his new friend. I admit that it was quite thrilling to read it but in the same time, very depressing and shocking. I would recommend this story for everyone who would like to know a little about the life in gangs and who is not afraid of shocking and honest stories.

Short story: A Shocking Accident

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The story begins when a little boy, Jerome is called into his housemaster’s room for a conversation with Mr Wordsworth. Mr Wordsworth tells Jerome that his father has died in a street accident in Naples, so of course Jerome asks whether his father was shot. Mr Wordsworth tells him that he died inexplicably when too a fat pig fell on him from a house’s balcony.

After telling about the accident Mr Wordsworth turns his back on Jerome because he smiles to Jerome’s father’s death’s circumstances which he obviously found funny. Jerome also told the story to some of her friends but before that, he practiced telling it so as not to make it sound ridiculous.

After his studies, Jerome got engaged to be married with Sally who loved kids. When she sees the old picture of Jerome’s father she wants  to know what really happened to him. While telling her, his aunt kind of says unintentionally that the pig fell on him. Sally was the one and only who didn’t laugh, which was surprising and this was the moment when Jerome started to love her more and more.

I found the story very odd partially because the subject matter but also because of its constrained humor. I had to read the text many times to totally understand it but I don’t think I still know exactly what it was about. I prefer reading books or magazines instead of this kind of short stories with strange plots but a positive thing is that I didn’t have to read longer text with this topic, so there was something positive in this exercise too.

The Last Spin

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I chose The Last Spin, it’s written by Evan Hunter. The story tells about two guys, Danny and Tigo. They are from two different gangs. Their gans’s have a problem to solve and they chose Danny and Tigo to solve it. They solved it gang’s style; alternately they put the barrel to their temple and pulled the trigger. While they were pulling the trigger they talked to each other and started to like each others. When they decided to stop the game and Danny pulled last time, his wasn’t so lucky anymore and he died.

Danny and Tigo ultimately decided that they shouldn’t pleased their own gang members. They realized they should live their lifes like they want not the way what the others wants. So they stopped ”playing” with the gun and do the final round. But their decision never came true.

The colloquial language I could find in the story was slang. For example ”I dig” = ” I like” or ”chick”= ”girl”. Using slang makes the story more convincing because the clubs or any other people usually don’t speak literary language in the conversation between two equal persons. Also that Hunter use the slang revitalized the short story.