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Immortality and Identity: Exploring the Profound Connection in Fictional Works
In the realm of fiction, the concept of immortality has long fascinated both authors and readers alike. The eternal existence of characters raises intriguing questions about the nature of personal identity and the profound impact that immortality can have on one's sense of self. This article delves into the exploration of immortality and its intricate relationship with personal identity in fictional works. By examining various literary examples, we will uncover the complexities, challenges, and philosophical implications that arise when characters are granted the gift—or curse—of eternal life.
By Johnte Official3 years ago in Fiction
Marine Corps Stories: Mickey Mouse Boots
“Goddamn it’s cold!” Marine Corporal Trinner Montclair declared. “She’s on my mind!” Sergeant Dawser Milne exclaimed. “What? We’re out here with these Mickey Mouse boots fighting in Korea and for what I don’t know and you’re up here talking about some gal!”
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Marine Corps Stories: Gulf War Bombs
“That’s probably the only time I ever liked the Air Force. When those Warthogs fly overhead, it’s an amazing feeling,” First Sergeant Click Warsaw laughed.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Marine Corps Stories: Saved by a Black Devil Dog
It was prideful and honorable. When Staff Sergeant Jayden Hawkley raised up First Lieutenant Armie Shuttleman in a fireman’s carry, he knew the rounds would fly. The Iraqi sun would beat down on him. He, nevertheless, marched close to sixty yards to get back to the humvee.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Marine Corps Stories: Delaware’s Own
The Navy sailor who sat with her arms folded, remembered that day on the beach in the Pacific. It was a battle. It was what happened after the fight, too.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Brain Chip Dip
“Something’s happened to the stock,” Grafton Grale mentioned. He turned the screen to his superior. A black man named Kingfisher Tole, he headed the firm that produced microchips for brain research.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Everybody Gets One
The cash for guns program didn’t work in Wilmington, Delaware as much as cash with guns worked. From about age four all the way up, people were given rifles and money.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Marine Corps Stories: Blacker than the Dead of Night
Two fighter pilots hover over Saudi Arabia. “They’re going to think that because we’re black, we are committing black on black crime,” Marine Second Lieutenant Sammy Hauser remarked.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
When We Land
The plane was a bit larger than a pickup truck. It could go ninety to a hundred and twenty miles per hour. The pilot sat in the seat with the controls. He looked at the two women. Their faces looked like putty or something else to be shaped. They didn’t look angry or sad or happy. They just wanted to board.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The War on the War on Drugs
Rice Pillar looked at the vaporizer with liquid cocaine in it. He took other drugs that fought his addiction to the first drug. He sat around other professors who exhaled marijuana from vaporizers as well.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Don’t Write Them Down as Arrogant
Strong. Steady. The Admiral of a fleet of six hundred thousand sailors and Marines, this man did not have to lean on his color. Admiral Dodson Bickerman stood also as the Chief of Staff to United States President Haddish Cormac.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Frames of the Brain
Tiny cameras pervaded the brain. They took snapshots. “We’ll just squirt them on the big screen,” Dr. deHavilland said. His black skin blended in with the screen until it illuminated.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction