A Short Story : A Story?

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I am really interested in applying for the HND sports coaching course because since a young age I have always been interested in how the human body works and how to maximize the effects exercise has on your body. I feel going onto the HND would really help enhance my coaching skills and really benefit me, not only in the short term but also in the long term, it would really help me further my coaching experience and to also get me ready and prepared for my career path and goals, both in the short term and the long term. I really enjoy working with and coaching children of all ages and I take great pride when coaching them, especially when I see the children develop throughout my sessions and over the following weeks. I have always had a keen

A gust of wind blew through my thick blond hair as I opened the door; the music was pumping, flowing from the speakers, some weird techno tune. Seconds later I found myself in the grips of a stranger, tightening around my waist “Hands off bro!” I mumbled unfortunately for me the alcohol had slurred my speech, but before I knew it, I was shoved face first into the door of a van “Ouch, stop!” I could hear the hum of that good-awful techno tune fade into silence, I could feel the waves of aggression flowing from this person I was still

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

The media attention this scandal has received has sparked an ongoing debate on the role of the IRS moving forward. As new information is surfacing, the conversation is continuously changing. In October of 2015, after over two years of investigation Lerner and the IRS were not found to be guilty. Assistant Attorney General Peter Kadzik noted, “Our investigation uncovered substantial evidence of mismanagement, poor judgment and institutional inertia, leading to the belief by many tax-exempt applicants that the IRS targeted them based on their political viewpoints. But poor management is not a crime.”

Allen’s heart seized as he watched his father’s body crumple to the ground before him. The smile on Ellie’s face told him she’d hit exactly who she wanted to and that wasn’t going to go unanswered.

through the peephole. He first notices a shiny star badge on a bulky mid 40s man and a big cowboy hat looking down at his shoes.Tanner slowly opens the door see two dark hazel eyes of remorse. He says “ Can I help you officer”

“Have you ever thought about using a gun?” McCree asked as they sat on the deck. Gabriel sat on top of a storage container watching the two as they practiced. Genji had his full gear on as he watched Jesse spinning his peacemaker on his finger. He wanted to throw a shuriken and knock it off him, but he knew how well that would go over.

Bruce woke with a start, feeling a warm comforting embrace he hadn’t felt in a couple hours. His groggy mind caused the images around him to be blurred, so he forcefully rubbed his eyes in an attempt to help clear his vision.

The sun bakes down across her shoulders as she trudges forward. With every kick, a bit of sand flies upward into Nix's eyes. Her arms burn with exertion and her legs scream with every single step she takes. There's nothing around her but a myriad of sand. Two backpacks are tied on her shoulders, but they feel like boulders, weighing her down. Nix grinds her bicuspids into powder, pure stubbornness giving her the strength to keep going. She wasn't going to die out here; she wouldn't give those monsters the satisfaction. So she kept walking, each step strengthening her spirit, yet draining her body. No matter what happened, she would continue.

“Watch it Tyrek!”I cry.Tyrek just smiles and runs off.I rub my shin,moaning.Tyrek sprinted back with two popsicles,one cherry which I take,and the other lime,which he keeps. “What?Is little miss June mad?”Tyrek crooned.”Oh shut up will you?” I say,licking my already-melting popsicle. We live right next to each other,so we visit each other by opening the loose wooden panel in the gate and letting ourselves in or out.Right now we're sitting on Tyrek’s porch my pet dog, or our dog, Sprinkles in between us.”So,what are you going to do after school this year?”Tyrek asks. ”Well,I might be joining the newspaper,I mean like,be a writer or something.” Me and Tyrek are now moving from Martin Luther Jr. elementary to Martin Luther Jr. Middle school.Kind of a coincidence if you think about it. “I should have known,” Tyrek says. “What do you mean?”. “I mean,I knew you would have done something as boring as doing stories for the newspaper and whatnot.”. “Really?Then what are you gonna do?” I ask,a smug smile on my face.But it quickly fades away when I see the other June,or Corky,as I like to call her,walking toward us. “Oh hey Tyrek!” she says. “I just wanted to give you an invitation to totally FAB birthday party!”. “Oh hello June!” Corky says,a sooo fake smile on her face. “I would like to invite you to my B-day,but um.. oops!I guess I have no more!” Corky,said twirling her short curls.Notice I’m still using her nickname..ha! “Ok Cor- I mean June.I never wanted to come anyway,” I say a

The next morning, back in his cell, Lincoln had time to think. He had always been taught to think positively and never give up. This mantra had got him through some pretty sticky situations. However, this current one was going to top them all. There just seemed to be no way out of there and their captors are not showing themselves at all.

Once upon a time, there was a young, wealthy girl named Rose More. It was close to midnight, and she still couldn’t sleep so she woke up, went outside, and began walking through her neighborhood. A little while later, a small house caught her attention, and there was an old, wretched woman staring at her through the window the whole time. Terrified, she tried looking away, but she couldn’t help but look at her. She didn’t want to ask her who she is but it just rolled off her tongue.

"You told everyone to meet at the school at six o'clock, right?" Chia said as we sat alone in the student parking lot.

I see a boy sitting behind me reading over my shoulder, so I snap my laptop shut. I hate writing in public, but I wanted to get some in during this long, boring flight. I’m having a bit of trouble getting across the setting of my story without it sounding like an information dump, so I wanted to figure out that on my long trip. But, I think with a sigh, I suppose that isn’t going to happen. The afternoon sun has painted the layer of clouds below me brilliant gold, so I lean my head against the window to look at the view.