A Short Story : A Story?

Allie moves on with her life attending college, volunteering as nurse’s aide for wounded soldiers. While in the hospital she meets a solider that is acceptable to her parents, and they become engaged. Meanwhile, Noah has joined the Army, lost his best friend, and returned from war to find out that his father has sold his house. This allows Noah the funds to buy a run down old house that he has always wanted to restore. It was Allie’s dream

“Earlier today, we learned that an attempt was made on your cousin’s life,” her father said to her. “Your mother has so much grief for your cousin, because of the actions that he has made since the past two years – deeds worthy of being told to all

“The horses are approaching the starting gate for the first race of the day,” Johnson’s voice booms from a mile away, and we runners eye each other a bit, maybe do a little last stretching.

"Yeah, sure. Do you even know how to ride?" Matteo chuckled, knowing that i had no clue.

Out in the yard, Allie saw a few faces she recognized, including Brandy Ingalls and Jeanette Ingalls Thomaston- Jeanette looked pale and the color of the gown she wore only served to wash out her complexion even more. Allie wondered if she looked as pale as Jeanette did. She assumed Jeanette’s paleness was due to her husband’s departure to serve the Cause, as everyone was now calling the War with the North. When she alighted from the carriage, the tension

Thomas’ ship made it to the Atlantic about an hour after daybreak- it was a lot quicker going downriver than up. He was relieved not to see any other ships a sail as he pointed the eagle figurehead toward the north and Charleston Harbor. He just hoped his luck continued and he made it in easily. The closer they came to harbor the harder it was to keep thoughts of Allie at bay. Staring ahead, he tried to keep a watchful eye on the horizon- he estimated that they should make it to Charleston about suppertime.

“I’m sure we can get you a nice docile pony,” Ann assured her friend. “Lord Donovan, where are we heading?”

A hopeful gleam in her eyes, Moira smiled. "I will keep that in mind," she said as she twitched the reigns just enough to stir the two horses from their peaceful doze.

“Yes sir it does and we’re using what we can now, but the horses are also being used for transportation by

Slender, yet tenderly framed against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it an appearance of being a peaceful, serene home- it was tall and elegant. Its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he’d seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where here-lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep from being caught by Yankee patrols. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, making love whenever they wanted; however,

Thomas was anxious to return to Charleston and to Allie- however, he figured that even if the northern forces captured the city, Allie should be safe until his return; they would not harm the citizens. He also knew that Eli was with her- Eli would see to her

Thomas’ ship made it to the Atlantic about an hour after daybreak- it was a lot quicker going downriver than up. He was relieved not to see any other ships a sail as he pointed the eagle figurehead toward the north and Charleston Harbor. He just hoped his luck continued and he made it in easily. The closer they came to harbor the harder it was to keep thoughts of Allie at bay. Staring ahead, he tried to keep a watchful eye on the horizon- he estimated that they should make it to Charleston about suppertime.

For journal 10, I wrote about Thomas, a nine year old boy, who lived with his mother. Here, I am going to take him away from this setting.

Martina had always known about her family’s situation. She knew the risk her parents had taken, she knew of people who it had happened to, but never in a million years did she think it would actually happen to them. It happened on a crisp October afternoon. Martina walked home from school, keeping her head tucked into the neck of her sweater, hands in her pockets. She approached her home and as she walked to her door, she felt an eerie silence from her house. She stuck her hand in her backpack and felt around for her keys. She didn’t like to ring the doorbell, in case her parents were sleeping after work. She found her keys and inserted it into the bronze lock. As she stepped in,

“The only way I will ride that elephant. Is if you win both the big and little steer show.” Zach emphasized.