A Short Story : A Story?

Indian activist, Mahatma Gandhi, once said, “Love is one of the most powerful forces of the world.” “Cyrano de Bergerac” is a French play that’s about a man who falls for a girl who doesn’t love him back. “Sonnet 18”, also known as “Shall I compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?”, is one of Shakespeare's famous poems and it compares a woman to a summer day. Both brilliant allegories have many similarities in their massages despite being written almost three hundred years apart. Regardless of basic plot and word length, both stories posses surprisingly identical messages. Edmond Rostand's, “Cyrano de Bergerac”, and Shakespeare's, “Sonnet 18” both exhibit their themes of love, but while Rostand does it more through metaphors, Shakespeare does it more through personification.

“What mum?,” Shocked to hear her mum’s voice she calls out again. “ Mum! Is that you?”

"Nora isn't there one other thing you want to share with your sister" Dad says, chuckling slightly .

Mrs. Rowe shrugged. “I guess. I like to think we have a pretty good relationship.” Jane thought of her own mother and smiled bitterly. Mrs. Rowe seemed to notice Jane’s preoccupation and changed the subject. “Thank you for staying after to work with her. I’m sure that budget hoarding Li isn’t paying you for it.”

“You know you can call me mother if you would like, and I would love to tell you a tale.”

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“Oh, don’t you look cute in that?” my mama then said. “Girls, doesn’t she look

“If you mean your dad, then you wasted four years. He doesn 't know how to have fun.”

“Dad? Oh dad I am so glad that you are back home.” Emily screeched in a extremely happy voice.

“Never that momma.” He says kissing her cheeks. Momma E turns to me, smiling to me as she came closer hugging me like I was one of her own.

Somewhere around April I heard chirping of a bird near the alley way. I followed the sound of its thin voice until I stumbled upon this small, fragile creature covered in blood. I was afraid of hurting it even more if I attempt to touch it. Panic and despair rushed through my body as I went to the nearest house to ask for help. Several doorbells rang followed by silence.

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t start coming over to play with you. The whole reason I came over was to teach your mother something.”

“I told you no already, just go inside and stay with your Dad. I’m going to the store to get emergency supplies for the hurricane. When I come back, I hope you thought about your attitude towards me.”

“No … the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.

“It 's nice right?” My mom asked, smiling at us. No one really answered except with an upset look on our