A Short Story : A Story?

He once told me of his father, a hard man, who came home at nights blackened by coal dust, and of his mother, a hardworking woman who seems always to have been a source of comfort. Not wanting him to follow his father and grandfathers and great-grandfathers into the tunnels beneath the town, his parents encouraged him to get a trade. And he did. He got an apprenticeship in carpentry and joinery at the local funeral parlour, building coffins for the dead.

One of the most important things I've learned while working in this factory is to never forget the little details. Never forget the way the birds looked when they would take off into flight; never forget the bright blue of the sky, and the clouds that cover the sun's modesty; and to never forget how important this job is to my family. Before I had gotten my job working at the Bibb Mill, I imaged I would work in a quiet factory with only the chatter of employees breaking the silence. I wouldn't have imagined the loud spin of the mills deafening both my mother and I. I certainly didn't imagine waking up in the wee hours of the morning, changing into my second pair of overalls, eating whatever I leftover from dinner, and heading to work. I wasn't really assigned to any specific work, but I would help my mother to whatever she couldn’t handle. Often times covering for her during her break to add a few extra cents to her paycheck. Whenever I was unsure of what to do, I would follow the lead of the children I work next to.

He walks in through those doors every day, Monday to Friday, first man in, last man out. A limp follows his every step telling the story of a body that has long seen its best days. He has White hair, wrinkles, and round glasses, that allow him to look cartoonish, if you didn’t know him better. He stands tall and proud, working as hard if not harder than any young man in the company. At 66 years old, Julian still feels strong and willful enough to manage a crew of 6 in Atlas refinery, where he’s worked for over 30 years and can be contributed for a lot of the company’s continued success. He’s the version of the kind of man his father taught him to be, growing up in Cincinnati, Ohio. His children are all grown up now, but he still goes to

Two months had passed and it had still been the same routine. Westley was just hoping that he could make it through the day when there was an earsplitting noise coming from the other end of the mill. He rushed to check. One of the machines had exploded and cotton was flying everywhere. The manager was running around frantically like a fox chasing after a rabbit and everyone else either stood horrified or ran out of the mill. One thought came to Westley’s mind: his friends! He didn’t know where they were or what had happened. All he knew is that both Thomas and Richard worked on machines. He started to run around frantically.

“Good job, I’m proud of you.” Howie acknowledged Kevin, whilst he grabbed his hat to go work outside. Kevin smiled and opened the door. He left it ajar for his father, but took off down the street to go and get started on his new job with Cromwell shadowing him.

He rang all the doorbells asking for the job. "No get out little boy!" said an Old man down the street. Kevin did not have much success, until he went to a broke college student. “Hello, are you interested in hiring me for mowing your lawn?” Kevin ask nervously. “Um, actually, yes, I’ve been looking for someone for the job and you would be perfect.” Kevin was very surprised; he would have never of thought of someone hiring him. The two discussed salary and work hours.

George’s father is a construction worker. He hasn’t been supportive of George’s college ambitions. He has five other children to provide for and just doesn’t see how he can afford to send George to college. Instead, he wants George to take a summer job as a laborer, so he can start “working his way up” at the construction company. George feels the pressure to follow in his father’s footsteps because his father and uncles keep saying that “real men work for a living” instead of “laying around

The new job consisted of just three things: tend to the man’s needs, keep a close eye on him, and make him happy. The man? Will Traynor, a 31 year old, successful and adventurous. At least–– he used to be. Two years prior; Will was in an accident with a motorcycle as he was crossing the street, permanently paralyzing him from the neck down. A man stripped of his ability to do things for himself, isn’t a happy man. Indeed this was Will, a

The first segment of this essay is there to show how Joe Cool can make his job fun. It shows how much of an amusing person Joe Cool can be. Even though he is old, he doesn’t act like it; he is a youngster at heart. When he works, he makes it seem like he wants to be there; especially for the children.

He runs up and down the stairs making sure everyone was okay. That is until he hears a cry of help from down the next floor. It is Reve, he is crushed under a big piece of siding of the building. Reve is struggling with his scrawny arms to try and pry from under the rock, but it is no use with the weight of that siding. Brusco sprints over there dodging flying residue. When he reaches to Reve, he immediately tries to push the siding over. Reve watches in disbelief as Brusco is trying to save him before the building completely crashes down. Sweat beads falling from Brusco’s head until he finally lifts up the siding with one last push and Reve scrambling out of the siding’s way. Brusco drops the siding a few inches away from Reve, and picks Reve up over his shoulder. Brusco and Reve dodge residue until finally they reach the bottom. All the other men who were working during the accident, were outside the construction site and shocked about the building. Although, when they seen Brusco with Reve over his shoulder they were even more shocked. Brusco arrived next to the other construction men and the men cheered. While the men were cheering, Brusco looks around the construction site and his co-workers and smiles. Smiles because the thing he did for Reve made him feel good on the inside. He smiled because for once he didn’t dread going to work. He smiled as the police and

and had his mind on only one thing, getting a day job. Getting a day job was innocuous, and it could not hurt to have a steady stream of income. Even though he had an aversion for giving up on his dream, he knew he had to get a full time job. That night he submitted applications to become a cashier at several stores such as Walmart and Target. The next morning when he woke up he checked his computer and saw an email from Target, he had been hired, and his first shift started in 2 hours. Despite the fact that his dreams had been shattered he was actually excited for his first day, he was making progress in his

The major inventions that lead to the industrial revolution in the area of textile industry were: The spinning jenny was invented around 1764, by Englishman James Hargreaves (1722-1778) invented the spinning jenny (“jenny” was an early abbreviation of the word “engine”), a machine that enabled an individual to produce multiple spools of threads simultaneously. By the time of Hargreaves’ death, there were over 20,000 spinning jennys in use across Britain. The spinning jenny was improved upon by British inventor Samuel Compton’s (1753-1827) spinning mule, as well as later machines. Another key innovation in textiles, the power loom, which mechanized the process of weaving cloth, was developed in the 1780s by English inventor Edmund Cartwright (1743-1823).

From his house, Cole starts walking down the main street of the city. People bustle all around him, and he is shoved in all directions. Desperate to avoid the flow of pedestrians, Cole pushes through to the side of the road, out of the way. I can finally rest, he thought to himself. Just when all seemed calm, he hears a loud sound on his right. Turning, he sees that there is a huge machine passing on a bridge near him. I think it’s called a train , he wonders. The massive machine speeds across the city with a thundering noise. What a monstrous yet beautiful invention. How could anyone even think of something of such complexity… His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by another man who shouts, “Get out of the way kid, I’ve got a job to be at!” He then shoves Cole, knocking him to the side, and continues walking.

"Yes, yes we are. I quite like that name you know!" Simons says offended. "Also I don't think you could come up with anything better," he says smugly.

It was early in the morning as Will Mead, CEO of the Mead Corporation woke up. Although he weighed a lot, most of it was pure muscle. His small eyes always appeared to be glaring at anyone who dared to look. His appearance was rough may be rough, but his personality was the opposite. He was sweet and caring but vicious to anyone who hurt him or his family. Will was wondering why his alarm didn’t wake him up until it dawned on him. He was on winter break!