A Short Story : A Story On The City

She headed to the adjoining bathroom to wash up and change clothing. Trenor stood outside the door, waiting diligently for her to open it once she was done.

It was a hard rain that woke him up, the pitter patter on the windows and the clunking against the metal shackles. Tennent lifted his head off his blocky, drink stained pillow and headed toward the door. The sound of glass breaking whistled behind him as the liquor bottles sprung off his bed, being dragged by the blanket he held onto, like the pain and regret that were held in the shards would always follow him. He finally reached the door as he turned the bolts to lock as he always forget too, and started crawling to the mini refrigerator that hid in the back corner of the room. As Tennent crawled to the iced bar he remembered why he was only supposed to stay in this over expensive motel for a few nights, having to help his mother though the latest and recent flu that’s been going around.

I finish carving the tally into the leather strips wrapped around my forearm, the wind attempting to whip my braided hair into my face. I lean back against the brick building, staring at each tally.

Nick fidgeted with his train ticket and bent the corners. He buttoned and unbuttoned his flannel shirt and he re-tied his shoelaces. He could now see the train slowing to a stop as it pulled into the station. It was big and loud. Nick couldn’t remember the last time he had been on a train. Nick stood up. He picked up his things.

Emma walked along the hot ground with her friend, Ebony. “Should I even walk this way or not?” thought Emma, “I should really tell Ebony. No, I won’t tell her.” The sun shone down, rabbits and lizards scurried, and birds flew. “Great,” said Ebony, “Just great. Our car breaks down and we don’t have any supplies. We’ll die out here.” Emma stopped and retorted, “Calm down, we’ll set camp here and see how to get back tomorrow.” They walked on with the torrid sun hitting their heads. Night fell and Emma and Ebony decided to set camp. “Set this tent here,” said Emma, “put this here and that goes there…” Ebony watched and said, “I’ll cook the food stuff, I guess.” It became pitch dark, wind came through, and all the two girls had was a small tent, some blankets, a change of clothes, meals for two times, and some other small items. “It’s freezing cold!” exclaimed Ebony, “We’ll freeze to death.” Emma scowled and said, “Shut up! Stop your complaining and let me sleep. We’ll discuss this in the

Last night at 8 p.m. there was a tremendous, drenching thunderstorm. It swept down from the west and it struck Toronto, the city on the shore of the lake, with unrelenting fury. The storm raged for more than an hour, damaging trees, flooding basements and driving pedestrians into doorways like small animals into burrows. As suddenly as it arrived, it was gone and a strange peace descended on the dripping, streaming streets. The full moon rose over the ragged clouds and the city

Standing amongst the crowd of people gazing hopefully at the stage in the center of Times Square was a girl named Laina, standing bundled up outside in one of the busiest spots in New York. The announcer was preparing to hand out the grand prize for the contest she had entered in: an all-paid for cruise around the world--well, actually only to the Caribbean, but that was still good enough for Laina. With ports in Bermuda, the Bahamas, Bora Bora, Aruba...this had only been Laina’s dream since she was a toddler.

It had not seemed this bright since he first laid eyes on Anna’s mother twenty years ago. He loved her the moment he laid eyes on her. She, unfortunately, loved John. If things had only been different, but they weren’t. Stephen continued drinking the scotch as he reminisced about Emily Wellington, the love of his life, although so unrequited. He thought of her long flowing blonde hair and her innocent blue eyes. Why hadn’t she been wearing her seat belt the day of the accident? Emily always wore a seat belt. A tear began to stream down Stephen’s cheek as the thought of the possibilities that would never be, not now. Anna crossed his mind for a moment. Since she looked just like her father, Stephen’s thoughts quickly returned to Emily. As the bottle of scotch neared the bottom, Stephen’s guilt of Emily’s death urged him to apologize to her. He took some stationary from the old oak wood desk’s top drawer and began to pen a letter to Emily. He explained all the details of his horrific plan in detail, the payoff, the cut brake lines, his hope of her surviving the crash and eventually marrying

After carefully checking her appearance in the bathroom and making sure she looked her usual best, she retrieved her bag and phone from her room, and headed out the door. It was only twelve minutes until she was due in form class for

A person who belittles others, is truly belittling himself. In early paris, lots of innocent people were wrongly accused of crimes they did not commit. They did not even have fair trials and if they did it would be by a bias judge. Since the fair trial system is unfair, it leads to people who will rebel. Through Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities, oppression leads to vengeance and rebellion causing France’s monarchy to fall.

Braddock a town located in eastern suburbs of Pittsburgh in Allegheny county, Pennsylvania loses nearly 90% of its population and more than 90% of its businesses after the steel industry collapses in 1980,s. John Fetterman became the new mayor of Braddock in the summer of 2001. Fetterman hopes that he will bring back Braddock to its normal economy with his new ideas and innovations. He also mentions that he can not guarantee that it is going to be an easy task or that it can be successful at the end.

A deep, gnawing feeling of being unsettled seated itself within his gut and bit at him incessantly that afternoon, when the bleached seas of fog finally began rolling back and exposing the ghostly monoliths of steel and glass, complimented by the vaguely red bridge on the edge of the city that stretched into the thicket of mist like a pathway to eternal salvation.

“Stay here and don’t come out,” Spencer began. “because I have no idea how this is going to go.” None of us dared to say a word. The other driver opened her door. Out stepped young woman of no more than thirty, her face creased from the unattractive frown on her reddened face. She and Spencer began to converse. After a while of sweating within the confines of the van, I opened the doors to let some air in. Finally, some conversation broke out between

Early morning, just before sunrise His Majesty Gregory Acer King of Brugmansia and his armed Royal guards take a stroll through the well-lit business district of The Capital City. Gregory is greeted by an adoring crowd of at least a thousand who cheer and wave prompting Gregory to wave back. Gregory's guards casually walk over to the crowd, The guards then take aim and fire!, Killing dozens Instantly. The survivors shocked by what had just transpired freeze, as does Gregory. Moments later as the guards take aim again Gregory and the survivors regain their senses, the survivors flee from the area, As they flee the guards mow them down. Gregory shouts “I ORDER YOU ALL TO SEIZE FIRE IMMEDIATELY I REPEAT SEIZE FIRE IMMEDIATELY!” Gregory's order is ignored and the massacre continues. Around the corner a police officer patrolling the city in his Police cruiser hears gun shots so decides to investigate. As the police officer drives to the scene he is flagged down by a person running towards him, The police officer pulls over and asks “how may I help you?,” their heart still racing The person takes a moment to catch their breath, then they tell The Police Officer “the Royal Guards Are shooting people in the street!” “Where!?” The Police officer asks “Spring Avenue in the C.B.D” The Person replies while hyperventilating. The Police officer radios Dispatch “This is Senior Constable Francis Agastache requesting immediate back up, I've received a report that members of The Royal Guard

I felt my heart hammer and my legs weak. That tiny dot, the city, from the start of the day had made me the tiny specimen instead as I stood under its giant wall. A girl can’t help but feel nervous as she entered a new chapter in her life.