Hemingway vs. Fitzgerald

Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald were best friends. That, dear reader, was a lie. Much like Fitzgerald’s writing.

When Fitzgerald wrote his stories, he wrote them for money, and Hemingway hated him for that.  He liked to party all the time, but his writing was usually about a false life he wished he had. When he was younger, he thought that he had found the love of his life, but she wouldn’t date him because he didn’t have money. He tends to write happy-ish stories, unlike Hemingway.

Hemingway’s writing was, for lack of a better word, dismal. His writing is dreary and mysterious, even though the vocabulary in his pieces are rudimentary at best. They are basic, but at the same time they have extremely complex symbolism. In his writing, he uses certain words or phrases that always lead to death or despair. These key phrases are usually something like ‘against the wall’, ‘in the dark’, ‘in the shadows’ or ‘in the rain’. In his stories, You really have to read between the lines to really get what the story means. You may also have to read it more than once.

Hemingway and Fitzgerald were very different people, and so they had very different writing styles. Hemingway’s writing is dark and mysterious. Fitzgerald’s writing was usually more up-beat, or about rich and popular teenagers.

"A Clean Well Lighted Place" Response

I hated the little film of "A Clean Well Lighted Place". I personally think that they ruined the short story. In the story, there was the symbolism of Light and Dark. In the story, there was an old man drinking his Brandy in the shadows of the cafe, while in the film he was just sitting there. The film followed the story exactly, but the scenery was way off. It was written in the 1940's, and the film was made in the 1990's. There was a TV in the cafe for crying out loud! Also, the characters were Irish, which to me made absolutely no sense. I just didn't appreciate how the film was completely off from the story.

Superficial Worlds (Theme)

Have you ever read a book or watched a movie, and the further in you got, the less you trusted the narrator? But did you ever think, that may be they were telling the truth, and that is what they saw, but they were the ones being lied to, they were in a counterfeit world that was staged around them?

There are plenty of books and movies where everything just seems a little… off: The Maze Runner trilogy, The Matrix, The Giver, and so many more. These all take place in superficial worlds that are either built around the main character and their friends, or around a community of people, and the main character wants to break free of these binds.

Each main character of The Maze Runner trilogy, The Matrix, and The Giver, all figure out at one point or another, that the world is false, and so is almost everything they see, feel, and hear. As they strive to break free of the binds of their fake reality, either they realize that the real world is just as bad as the fake one, the evil things they encounter break free along with them, or as they break free of one, they are pulled into another and have to break free all over again.

In The Maze Runner Trilogy, the main characters break free- or at least they think they break free, but are then sent to the real world, which doubles as a fake reality, and are required to travel across the treacherous landscape full of insane people trying to kill them. After that, they are then pulled into the real world, but they figure out that it is not as nice as they thought, and are nearly killed several times, but in the end, they survive, but with some losses.

In The Matrix, the world itself is a dream, and the main character needs to wake up. However, when he does, the evil entities follow him out to the real world, and he has to purge the world of them.

In The Giver, the main character discovers some disturbing things that his “community” does. His community frowns upon anybody being different or better than anyone else. At first it sounds efficient, but then he slowly starts to realize  that the community isn’t the only place to go, and in the end he escapes with a little boy, and ends in a way you’ll have to read for yourself.

So, in the end, almost all superficial worlds end well enough, but may have some sort of a tragic ending, that leaves something, or someone behind.

Zombie Story

Author's Note: Hey people, I need some help. Now, I have been debating whether or not to write a zombie story, and I have been back and forth, but I can't decide, thus why I need your help. For anyone who likes zombie stories, I need your advice. Here is the prologue to my story, and if anybody thinks I should or shouldn't continue it, please comment on it, and if there is anything you think I should change, also comment it, and I will take it into consideration. Thank you!
(P.S. I won't always change what you think I should.)

Prologue

Spring

Bank

“Oh… you’re right. I should have told you.”

“It’s too late now,” he replied.

“But-“

“No! He’s gone now, there ain’t nothin we can do,” he stated, cutting her off.

“I’m sorry Jack, I thought you were okay alone,” she said to the decayed corpse lying on the ground in front of them. It started to move, and he quickly put a bullet in its head.

“We gotta get outta here before more of ’em arrive, you know what happens when they howl,” James said, gesturing to all of the dead corpses on the ground, each one with at least one bullet hole in the skull.

“Okay, “ Maya replied with a little sob.

“I know he was our son, but it’s the Thaw, and there are bound to be more comin soon,” James quickly stated, suddenly in a hurry looking out the glass doors.

As she turns to look, she asks “What’s wro-“

She was cut off by the sound of breaking glass and moans from the double doors.

“Too late, here they come!” he shouted to her, as swarms started flowing in.

 The only thing to be heard were the moans of the infected, and gunfire.

After several hours, the gunfire stopped but the hordes were still flowing in, and the horrid screams of the undead continued.

In the dismal night from bird’s eye, two figures were seen fleeing from the bank, and into the night.

What if...

What if your entire life, everything you saw, felt, smelt, tasted, heard, was all fake-- all just a dream-- it was all counterfeit? Everything you lived through, what if it was all just a test-- an illusion, to see if you could understand-- to see if  you could make it out alive, or how you would end? What if, on top of everything you've seen been fake, you were constantly being lied to? Everyone around you- no, everything around you, was all fake and there to scare you? Maybe, just maybe, there is one person there- just one person, that was telling the truth- that was real. They were also seeing all of the lies and illusions just as you see them, felt things as you feel them, heard things as you hear them, and in the end, after all of the lies and illusions, you just disappeared, and you never came back-- you never saw the real light of day-- the real you-- your real life? What if...