1.07 Am Short Story

After months and months of preparing for the big race, the day has finally come. It was a perfect summer day, when Ronald Raptor and his friends Tiffany, Travis, and Barbra strolled up to the Blaze’n Race’n Track. Someone else was walking up too, a ginormous, mean, green, dinosaur named Tyrone the T-rex. Just a glance in his direction makes the hairs on the back of your neck spike up, but he was jealous of Ronald. To sum it up, Ronald wins at life, he has friends , he’s cool, and he beats Tyrone every year. “But, this year would be different” Tyrone thought with a evil smirk on his face, “I have a plan”. Interrupting Tyrone’s mastermind plot was Ronald’s laugh, making him remember how lonely he was, but nevermind that. It was time to start.

Exhausted, Mr. Bruneel came out of the school he volunteered at. Somehow, he didn’t feel his students were improving academically. Half of his class was out this semester harvesting rice to make money for their families. He remembered when he taught at Whitman, the biggest problems were little things like technology issues, now he truly understood what a problem was. He finally got to the home he resided at.

Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.

“Okay class now that you know how to multiply decimals here’s a question“Mr.Smith said. “The question is what is 1.2345 multiplied by 10,000 ?” Margaret raises her hand and replied “12345.10”. Margaret got the question wrong, after that Mr.Smith asked ”are there any questions” on the question. No one had any questions because they knew the answer to the question. Ring, ring, ring alarmed the bell “Class dismissed” said Mr.Smith, everyone went running out the door. There were four people still there Margaret ,Max Tom and George and there was a reason why they were there.The reason why was because they wanted to and make fun of Margaret Max lead her out the room.Max and his friends made fun of her for getting the question wrong because it

Five minutes more would be nice. Five minutes more is all I need to stay awake.

One hour. That is all the time my brothers got to live. Only a short glimpse of life before it was taken. One hour. That was all that their miniature lungs could take. Who knew that such tiny babies only weighing one pound each, could have such a big impact on my family. One hour. That was all it took for my life, from the time I was born, to completely change.

This paper is on the story of an hour and the machine that won the war. These are both very well written stories. These two are different and yet have some similarities. The story of an hour and the machine that won the war are different but the same.

You growled and lashed out at the boy who stood in front of you with a knife wielded in their hand. The person simply dodged and kicked in the back of your legs,making you fall back onto the muddy grass that you were training on.

The electric green numbers blink mechanically from my alarm clock. Why do I keep waking up? I shut my eyes tight and try to focus on falling asleep again.

“Fuck…” Taehyung whispered in shellshock, watching the man in front of him fall limply, causing a very loud thud as blood splurge out of him. Taehyung swallowed thickly, lowering the gun slowly and shakily, the back of his hand raising up to his left cheek, removing the left over blood. Taehyung just killed someone. Taehyung, the happy go lucky-the animal loving-have blonde moment man, killed someone. “Fuck…” Taehyung hissed loudly, dropping down his knees, quickly crawling over to the dead body before remembering who the man was and what he was second away from doing. Joon-ho didn’t deserve to die though, but it was either him… or Taehyung.

My eyes fall to Thorn and there’s a similar softness gracing her features. She doesn’t blame me either. But it doesn’t matter if they don’t blame me because guess what?

It looked like the forest was dead, and that it had been dead for years. A cold chill ran against their skin, making it crawl.

Looming near the cave entrance, rays of golden sunlight streaming in, Cathaldus stretches. The storm has been silenced and he can already feel the familiar tingle in his wings as they flutter in desperation to feel the sun again. He gives them a shake, flapping and stretching outwards before once again pulling them around him tightly to feel their warmth. Deasun’s cloak weighs heavy against his skin, worn but soft from rubbing against Deasun’s armor plates as he pulls it closer. The garment still smells of the Esu, reminding the lonely Ceo of smoke and the smell of charcoal. It makes his chest tighten, his entire being aching to once again embrace the male close against him.

Hidden from view by the thick copse of trees bordering the east side of Westview High’s running track, Tyrell Carson watched with interest as Dennis approached Harry. The two ‘teenagers’ exchanged a few words before Dennis turned and walked away. Although out of earshot, Tyrell could see well enough to know the meeting was not a drug deal, and his eyebrows drew together into a frown. Something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was that had his spider-sense tingling. That morning, he’d attempted to bribe a student office aide to steal Brady and McQuaid’s files, but despite offering money and threatening violence, he’d failed his mission statement. Failure did not sit well with the arrogant teen, and

Well, let's go inside,” said her grandmother. The expression on her grandmother’s face showed her excitement for a new granddaughter. Sophia saw the reflection of her bright smile on the hospital door and wondered, “Will she look like mom? What color hair will she have? I don’t know, I just want to see her.”