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Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Novels Aren’t JUST For Entertainment by EZ

For the longest time novels have been used as a form of entertainment; however, they can also be used for moral standards and for motivation, or to bring awareness to an extremely heavy topic.
For example, the book To Kill a Mockingbird was written not for entertainment, but to bring sense and disgust to racism against African Americans, or for non-white people in general. There’s a reason high-schoolers groan and complain when they get assigned this classic novel.
The genre of this book (literary fiction) is usually used to bring awareness to a certain heavy subject. Literary fiction is a huge genre in today’s book market, with some top hits such as Where the Crawdads Sing, The Maid, The Great Gatsby, and A Tale of Two Cities. 
Most, if not all of the classic literature taught in classrooms today is literary fiction. That being said, all of those novels were written to bring awareness to a heavy subject.
This type of style isn’t exclusive to literature, either. You can find them in movies (though most of the movies with this style are adaptations of previous novels). However, my favorite film of all time that is literary fiction/psychological drama is A Silent Voice, which tackles the severe issue of bullying, depression, social anxiety, and suicide.
Anyway, as I was saying, novels aren’t just written for entertainment. Lots of the novels coming from relevant authors are actually not written only for entertainment. You can find this application on the Dog Man graphic novels, which were originally published for humor and entertainment, but not the author incorporated good morals into the stories. If you really look, this style is incorporated into lots, if not all of the novels being written today and one-hundred years ago. A lady once said that when we open up a novel and read the words on the thin piece of paper, our brains react like we’re in the book. This allows us to see through the perspective of someone who went through something heavy, and it allows us to realize how terrifying the world is. That’s why serious fiction is so important. That is why old and irrelevant novels like To Kill a Mockingbird are so important. So the next time you find yourself shaking your head at a ridiculous graphic novel, think about this.

1924 by EZ

HORROR FICTION -- Please do not read if you don't like to be creeped out

August 2, 1924

        There was a scream. Then a moan. And then blood seeped through the door.

Jackie’s eyes enlarged. She clamped her hands against her mouth. She wanted to swing open the door and confront the killer, but she couldn’t.

She looked around, trying to find an answer. She was going to be next.

The door swung open. In the middle of the room there was a bloody corpse. A cleaver was stuck vertically in the chest of the victim. They were in a pool of blood.

Jackie screamed and slammed the door closed. She put her back against the door and caught her breath. This was not normal. She didn’t even know how she got there.

Cautiously, she creaked the door open and peeked into the room. The corpse was still there.

“I’ll just investigate, and then I’ll call the police,” she thought to herself.

She slowly creeped into the room. She noticed that the face of the corpse was a scared face. Their eyes were large, her hands seemed to be in a position of fright, and her mouth was wide open.

“What is this. . . ?” Jackie muttered to herself.

She looked down at her shoes and almost fainted. Her shoes were covered in the blood of the corpse.

She looked around. She seemed to be in some sort of dungeon—the walls were made of bricks, and there were cobwebs everywhere.

She slowly made her way deeper into the room. She noticed that there was a little lightbulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling.

There was really nothing else in the room. It was just a room made out of stone bricks, with nothing else. No windows, no table, no nothing. Just a brick box with a dead body in it.

Jackie turned around to leave, but in the doorframe she saw a silhouette of a man holding a cleaver.