Please read the following extracts and identify the genres of the stories extracts.

TWIST
A man is living in an old house with his two children, who complain of ghosts living in the same house. The man dismisses it but at the end comes face to face with these ghosts, finding out that they are from the future and he and his children are in fact the ghosts.

A spaceship with aliens is due to land on earth. Scientists on earth have been in contact with the spacecraft and everything is set to welcome the aliens to our planet. The government heads of state are at the space base and the coordinates have been checked. The spaceship lands safely and the instruments say that it landed at the correct spot; however, the scientists cannot see it. One of the heads of state steps backwards and accidentally crushes the alien spacecraft with his foot.

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FIRST-PERSON NARRATION
After ten minutes of knocking, I still didnt have that cup of sugar for my dear old grannys birthday cake, so I went to the next house. This pig was the First and Second Little Pigs brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of bricks. I knocked on the brick house. No answer. I called, Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in? He answered, Get out of here, Wolf. Dont bother me again. The True Story of the Three Little Pigs
(Adapted from http://www.shol.com/agita/wolfside.htm)

I don't know why I found it so hard to talk to you. Perhaps because you were so cute? To be honest, I still don't know. But now, there you are, over a year later. Across the room. Alone. This is my moment. Carpe diem, as they say. But I'm shaking. My heart is pounding against my ribcage so fiercely I begin to fear it will burst out of my chest. My hands are trembling. I can't move, I can't breathe. Dear Robert
(Adapted from http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/246844-dear-robert)

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Theme development
Once when a Lion was asleep a little Mouse began running up and down upon him; this soon wakened the Lion, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his big jaws to swallow him. Pardon, O King, cried the little Mouse: forgive me this time, I shall never forget it: who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some of these days? The Lion was so tickled at the idea of the Mouse being able to help him that he lifted up his paw and let him go. After some time the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry him alive to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search of a wagon to carry him on. Just then the little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight, in which the Lion was, went up to him and soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the King of the Beasts. Was I not right?" said the little Mouse. Little friends may prove great friends. The Lion and the Mouse
(Adapted from http://www.bartleby.com/17/1/11.html)

He watched the flames for a while. It was a peculiar sight; the zombies seemed not to notice the fire even as it destroyed them. He tried not to think of who they were before; those people were long gone, their consciousness replaced by mindless hunger for anything living. Hopefully. Darkness came like a thief, stealing the suns rays one by one. As night plucked the last ray from the horizon, he leapt silently from rooftop to rooftop, making his way out of town to wait. He would travel through the night, arriving at his destination by morning. He smiled. One more day. My Short Zombie Story
(Adapted from http://noelle89.hubpages.com/hub/My-Short-Zombie-Story)