A Short Story : A Story?

The themes High Noon and The Most Dangerous Game are actually mostly alike. In both of the stories, the main characters are alone, being hunted, learn about how selfish people can be, and are usually the people who hunt. In The Most Dangerous Game, Zaroff doesn't care about anyone or anything, and only shows the slightest bit of emotion when Rainsford kills one of his best dogs. "'You've done well, Rainsford,' the voice of the general called. 'Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one of my best dogs. Again you score, I think, Mr. Rainsford.'" This happened again when Ivan gets killed. General Zaroff stops for a moment, and then moves on like Ivan was just another one of his toys that had to be replaced. In High Noon, Will Kane is left for dead by his friends and then told to leave the town. Also, he gets no help from anybody when they learn that Frank Miller is coming back to town to kill him. Even though the themes might be alike in many ways, in High Noon,

On July 28, 1914 the largest War the World had ever seen found its way into the life of every human on the Planet. During this conflict, the Americans vowed they would sit back while millions lost their lives. In addition, they claimed that the War had nothing to do with them, also that it would be difficult to choose a side due to the diversity of immigrants that resided in America. While the United States declared neutrality, it seemed they already knew who they wanted to support before they entered the War.

I’ve decided to finish telling about how I got sick, After all there is nothing else for me to do while I am stuck here. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me. And of course she was mad and I had to hear the “young man I am very disappointed in you, you’re better than this talk” Even though was barely listening my dad lectured me on and on about how they paid good money for me to attend Pency Prep, it’s not like I didn’t care but I didn’t really care and eventually I got up and went to my room. They were really stressing me out and I was depressed again so I sat down and I began to talk to Allie, because that’s what I do when I’m depressed. It comforts me and takes me back to a time when everything was ok. “Okay now, go home and get your bike and meet me out front of Bobby’s house. Hurry up.”

“Your mother is one hundred percent correct, we love you Ashlyn, and we will do anything and everything for you. You know that.” My father squeezed my hand and I tried to find comfort. My family would be there for me, that fact is never going to change and I will be forever

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

“YO!! I am home!” I shouted into my mom’s new house. After I said that I heard the sobbing and the heartbreak coming from my mom’s room. My mom came down to greet me with tears in her eyes.

I know mom died, Rosie, but it's better than seeing you like this." The words stabbed mercilessly into her, winding in-between bones and cartilage to strike her very core. "You dropped out, I know you've been stealing from me, and I can't support you the way you are anymore. It's been years, Rose. I've moved on. Your brother moved on. You need to move on, too." Pale blue-green eyes stared, blankly, at the weary older man leaning against the frame of her bedroom door--her father. Beleaguered with stress and a faint sense of hopelessness, he just stared at the floor as he addressed his twenty-three-year-old daughter. "I talked to (Your Character) the other day, about you. People were worried for a while, now they've just about given up. You've

After a long pause, my mom spoke up and said, “oh honey. He is at the store. I should probably call him.” Is everyone going to be okay, I thought. I really wish this wasn’t happening right now. I rushed downstairs and sat on the couch impatiently. Then, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Dad, I thought happily, but no, it was Matt. Atleast he is okay, I tried to think. My mom was on the phone with my dad and was hugging me at the same time.

Everything was very quiet and still and Mandy’s eyes were the size of a fifty cent piece. “Well, Madison,” my dad looked at me with terrified eyes, “I’m sorry but I choose her. It will always be her.” I stood there and could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. I heard nothing but the chuckles of Mandy and Kaleigh. They won. I went and got my bags out of my room and left without a second thought or turning back. My dad and I’s relationship could never be

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

I suddenly stopped breathing, like my lungs filled with water. I felt like I was drowning. my lungs screamed for air, but they weren’t loud enough. I jolted my arms up trying to draw their attention. Then images started to flash before my eyes. my first birthday party with the exploding cake. The satisfaction that filled my dad’s face when I rode my bike for the first time. My older brothers grabbing my hands and flinging me into the air and coming down into a warm summer pool. Lucas running up to a random door ringing the doorbell and ducking behind the bush. I wanted to go back to those moments. I had to. This couldn’t be it. I had so much to tell my parents and my brothers. I miss them. I love them. I knew what I had to do. Then the images

The heat burning under my cheeks grew with my annoyance as I peered at my mom fervishly pacing towards my band of friends, undoubtedly preparing to brisk me away, once again spoiling another night. While she drew closer, I noticed her puffy red eyes and flushed face, for she had been crying, a repeating occurrence since the divorce. Seeing this, concern quickly snuffed my fiery anger, and I accompanied her without hesitation. Nevertheless, we walked in silence for a few moments, yet I couldn't tolerate the suspense, throwing a barrage of questions at her trying to uncover the latest dilemma. Since I wouldn’t wait a moment longer she stopped dead in the middle of the street. Following this, my trembling mother gazed into my eyes, barely above a whisper said that my father had killed himself.

I told her what had happened except for the whole shovel, secret door thing. But, I mentioned something about Claire and a stalker. She had no clue what I was talking about. We finally said our goodbyes and both left without another word. Later that night I came home both my parents stood in front of me with surprised faces on their face. “Where have you been” “Just out,” I replied “well it’s nice to see you up on your feet again” dad said I rolled my eyes and set for upstairs. “And where do you think you're going young lady, you have been stuck up in your room for weeks can’t we see our daughter,” my dad yelled, “My friend just was murdered what do you expect!” I left without another word and, I slammed my bedroom door.

Society predetermines a specific life course for each person of their community. Missing any stage of this course is detrimental to the development of the human life. But not all societies have these stages of life; ergo different cultures define stages differently.

My legs won’t stop jittering in the passenger footwell of Jacob’s ute. I’m so nervous. I haven’t been back to the city since I left for Hope over three years ago. It has been easier to ignore the life I left behind when it was over a six hour drive away. But now here I am, sitting next to man too handsome and kind for his own good, heading straight back into that lion’s den. It’s not that I didn’t have a great life there. I did. However it’s a completely different life to what I want and what I live now. And I haven’t been away long enough to forget how bitchy and snobby my old friends can be. To be really honest, I’m not sure what I’m more nervous about, facing my past or my past meeting Jacob. Jacob squeezes my thigh, interrupting my thoughts, “Hey over there, you alright?” He asks.