A Short Story : A Story?

Mrs. Cadwaladers remarks…He lies about handing in homework. He doesn’t communicate for himself. Her comments were inconsistent with those of the other teachers.

The problems that one encounters in coping with the death of a dear one are portrayed in the novel and how it make them realise is death most be understood so life is understood. R.K Narayan Narayan English teacher says that everyone in life is separated by one and another and death is the start of the new road and a new journey.

The man ran through the cold, biting rain. A run fueled by pure terror and adrenaline. Dashing down a ruined street corner, he finds refuge in a small, worn down building. Entering slowly, he looked around and seeing no threats, he deemed it safe. Using scattered pieces of broken wooden pieces, he started a small fire and began to dry his clothes as he waited for the end of the storm outside. He’s been through this before; at first, a sound like a rat scattering across the floor of an attic. After the sound is first heard, there is no stopping it. The sound continues, growing louder and louder until finally a figure jumps from the shadows, a man, identical to the man in appearance. After jumping from the shadow, he begins his ruthless attack on the man, but this isn’t the first time that he’s been through this. Using the flaming sticks from the fire, he fights back against the figure, but alas, no matter how hard he fights back he will always die.

“My mother kicked me out of the house and I don’t want to go to Mr. Aranda’s class right now. Can you please tell him I am not here today or something?”

“10 days from now, you’re going to stop going to daycare, okay? You’re gonna go to big girl school, doesn't that sound fun?” She looked in the rearview mirror.

Jaune felt terrible. After seeing his teammate vomiting in the bathroom and being told she was running a 101°F fever he knew she was sick. And he felt responsible. The only thing that could cause her to get so sick so fast would be the weather at the cabin. It was much colder than in Vale and her had forgotten to warn his team about it. And now one of them was sick. Jacqueline said that it was just a stomach bug, but he still felt bad. Ruby had gotten sick last night while he was bunking with team PLNR. he didn’t hear her rather Weiss came and got him because Ruby was asking for him. There was no way that he could turn her down. She was sick and miserable and she had asked for him. So he went and ended up holding her hair as she threw up in the bathroom that was the farthest from the bedrooms. When she had finished cleaned her up, and rubbed her back as he carried her back to her bed. He tucked her in and then went to take a shower.

“Are you coming dear?” Mary yelled up the stairs, for the third time. She was waiting to see if I was ready yet.

“Oh, my God, Jerry, do you think they had anything to do with Mom’s death?” Marlene asked.

He was very angry. He said, “How can a young girl take care of Indra's hospitality while the wife of the principal teacher was there? If Indra gets satisfied by the hospitality of Madhukshara, do you know what kind of danger will fall on us?”

A loud banging noise woke up the sleep deprived Yoongi at 5 AM, frightened by the loud noise, Yoongi stumbled out of bed rushing towards the door. Opening the door and trying to see who it was while squinting his eyes, two of the warpers stood in front of him. Blurred faces staring back at Yoongi one of them spoke up, “Yoongi, we require you at the office.”

I wanted to bury the buzzing alarm and sleep my life away. There was still two days till Sunday. I had one more day of combat training and the next I’d spend with my dad, both included waking up early.Dragging my body out of bed, I slammed my hand on the shaking clock. 6:00AM was too early.

It was 11:45 PM and I wasn’t not home. I was at my grandparents’ house waiting for a call from my mom or dad. My little brother was with me the whole time. It’s late at night and everyone’s sound asleep except for me. I couldn’t sleep, at least not until I received a call from my dad. Every five minutes I would text him; “ Anything new?”, and the answer; “ Not yet, no, or nothing.”

A chestnut brown haired naive boy sat in the gloomy shadow of his cabin. The delicate spring air wafted the smoky smell of fresh cut grass into a sharply pointed nose and put his mind to ease. He felt his bare feet touch against the damp tender soil as the silver glow of the moonlight spilled from the sky upon the pages of his book. Lost in the adventure of thought he had almost escaped reality until the sound of his father’s heavy unsteady footsteps rushed into his ears. Immediately in shock, he stood up and scampered toward the narrow, pale backdoor and once inside the darkness of his home he stumbled around trying to find a hidden location for his treasured book.

Tears pour out as I sob uncontrollably. I walk around with grief and regret. I drag my feet along the chilly floor wandering around the house as if I was lost. I hold onto my pounding heart as tears fall from my eyes nonstop. I grasp the knob that leads to an empty room. I stare at the dull pink walls surrounding the room that used to be filled with joy and happiness, but it’s now a quiet place filled with dread. The whole house was filled with despair. I completely zone out and stumble upon a rock solid bed. Curling up I buried my tear stained face into a soft and fluffy pillow. Slowly my body starts to fall into a deep sleep. That night I did not have a breathtaking dream, but instead a memory. A memory that would forever leave a profound bruise on my soul.

"Now go to your room and go to sleep for school tomorrow. You better not