All Lies Come To Light

 

The short story, " Bluffing" by author Gail Helgason, is about a bear attack that happened to a neglectful, irresponsible and egotistical man named Liam and his girlfriend Gabriella. Exploring someones ability to bend and distrort the truth is interesting to me, as you eventually see their reason behind deception. Such is the topic of this blog post. Is Liam lying to his fiancee about making " the bear... come after [him] instead of her] ? Or is he simply lying to try and recover from the fact that she had been right in telling him not to run, which he had entirely ignored? Well if one takes a look at what they know of Liam, they can make the assumption of whether or not he is a good , honest person. Liam is a controlling, insistent person, as he insists that Gabriella " [make] homemade cleaning solution" instead of using an easier store brand. He is also inconsiderate, as Gabriella [ had to run... [ to keep up with] Liam's pace". There is also the Grand Finale of Liam's awful personality trio, which shows that he has absolutely no problem lying to get his own way. Having expressed a desire to have " have the lake all to [themselves]", Liam, with Gabriella, comes across 2 hikers heading to the lake as well. Liam almost instantly tells them that they had "came across an elk carcass by the lake[, which] some grizzly had [ as] a dandy breakfast." despite never having seen either an elk corpse or a grizzly. This goes to show that he already finds lying quite easy and that he doesn't have any problems with it. It is more likely that having seen the grizzly by Gabriella, he thought that the bear would be more interested in the closer victim and that he could make a very fast escape. When he woke in his hospital bed, He immediately tries to place himself as the hero by saying that he " wasn't trying to run away up" in the woods. Question is: Does Gabriella believe that as little as everyone else?

The Living Tree

There once was a town. In this place, there was a moving, living tree that terrified and disturbed all the children. The living tree, of course, was the name given to the ancient, bark skinned, and make up wearing old lady. Her name was probably Phyllis or Lucile. Smoking like a chimney, she left an ooze and odor the like of gasoline and a bon fire in her wake. The looming; ominous abode in which she dwelled was reminiscent of the ghost stories of our youth. Exuding a feeling of dread and horror, this was truly a fortress of evil and not a simple, run-down and colonial style rancher house. Here, The Living Tree spent her nights perusing her books, taking care of her 18 and a half cats and generally being a normal, quiet citizen. But when all in the town were sleeping, then came the cackles, and the booms and bangs, and the dreadful, colored mists that gave strange effects to all who dared enter their long, swirling fingers. One day, as all the people of this place had had enough of her late night experiments or "witchcraft", as they called it, they all converged on this mountain of darkness in an otherwise bright sea of utopian sprawl. Gaining the courage to take that last step, the leader of the lynch rose to the door, softly pushed it open and entered. He was never seen again. Nor was any other resident of this town, for as swiftly as he had entered a fell chanting rose from the living tree atop her mountain of shadow. In this instant, all went silent, and a tremendous tremble came through the ground, sinking the city far underground. Forgotten through the ages, another prosperous was built over this once vibrant graveyard. This town was named Penticton and over the mountain of the living tree, there was built a school. Princess Margaret it was dubbed.