A Short Story : A Story?

I was four years old when my sister, Sarah, was born. I was five when she died.

My great aunt, on my grandfather’s side, was a beautiful woman in her time. She was a tall 5’5 with long french hair that rested in little curls at the ends. Her skin was a light coffee color much like mine. Her facial features displayed an uncharacteristically delicate quality for her environment. she was a nexus for all types of attention, good and bad. When she was at the ripe age of sixteen a man, almost twice her age arrived to the front porch. He intended to inquire about a date. when the doorbell rang he crooked a sly smile, not expecting to be greeted by the stoic face of my great grandfather. My great grandmother exact words were something like “That burly man weren’t expecting your grand daddy. His smiled dropped so quick you could feel the breeze.” I can

It is obvious that while the older carpenter has married a young lusty woman who is full of life, it could be a difficult situation for him depending upon how other men are viewing his new wife. On the one hand, people will see her as a lovely innocent woman, while on the other hand, because she is too picture perfect and overly concerned about her appearance, she may (with her wanton eye) be giving people the idea that is interested in more than the

A young woman converses with her mother, with a huge smile on her face. She excitedly shares details about this amazing man that she met and how happy he makes her. Her mother extends the same level of happiness to her daughter, thrilled to hear that she has finally found her true love. Moments later, a tall man walks through the door and the mother’s once joyful visage instantly changes to a more shocked and unpleasant expression. “Mom,” the young girl says, “this is John!” Clearly, the young woman talked fondly of this man, but why did the mother react strangely after getting one good look at him? Maybe it was important to point out that this tall man was also a tall black man, a man

Throughout the play, the youngest woman struggled to be honest with her partner. When he found another man’s slippers underneath her bed, she lied. She also claimed she was going to her parents’ house when she actually went to see her ex-lover, a man 30 years her elder. The differences between the two were clear. For the setting of the young woman’s house, she lived in a small flat with bright yellow wallpaper, a

Make yourselves at home! We've got a lot to talk about!" She said, seeming busy as a bee as ever. "I'll go make some tea, too, for the grown-ups!" She said, remembering that there were little ones in the room. Mrs. Knox had a way of seeming overly sincere, because it was all fake. She wasn't actually that cheery. In reality, she was a rather serious woman, who took things much too hard on herself. But she'd take comfort in hearing that most parents were that way. As she walked off, her husband stayed by the doorway. "She'll only be a second!" He said. "You guys can come in and sit on the couch if you want," he offered. The couch they had was a gaudy, old-looking one that was likely older than their son. The whole room was modestly decorated, but the ring that Mrs. Knox wore boasted a huge diamond. So it was unclear if the family had more money than they were letting onto, or if they had just lost their fortune over the years. And admittibly, Mrs. And Mr. Knox were older than parents of an eight year old ought to be, as they were in their early fifties. Perhaps they'd realized that they had nobody to look after them later when they got old, or were checking things off their bucket

Equally unrealistic is her abrupt reversion to her past when the gentleman caller is about to arrive, when the dream of a promising future seems about to be realized. On this occasion, she is dressed in the same girlish frock she wore on the day she met the children's father, attempting to conceal her shabby present and recapture part of the elegance she associates with her giddy days of entertaining many gentleman callers.

“You really should think about it, Mandy. What happened last week when you were at work was ugly.”

“It’s going pretty well, Auntie. I really like my classes.” I pasted on a smile, covering my teeth.

A ten year old girl stood still and confused in front of a slowly falling casket. The sorrowful sound of her mother’s sobbing scared her. She didn’t know who they were burying but she knew it was someone her mother loved dearly. Little did she know it was a man by the name of William whom she’d come to know as her father. Her mother described him as a tall, handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes. As soon as her mother said this she knew where she got her stunning physical appearance from.

The dawning of sunlight hit the half's face faster than desired, nor anticipated. Jazz threw her pillow at her little brother's face. Instinctively, the halfa shot up and stood up in a defensive stance. Realizing it was not a ghost, he relaxed.

Jasmine was a new introverted girl who recently moved to Greenville. She’s still trying to get used to the new town. Tomorrow is her first day at the University of Greenville. She arrived at school on schedule and but as she was hustling to her first class, she dropped her roster along with her application papers. A guy, who wore all black, pitch black silk shirt and black trousers helped her pick up the papers. “Hey, aren’t you Jasmine?” the guy uttered. Jasmine replied “Uh...yes” as she gaped openly and observed his thick black hair, flawless skin, great height and that sharp jaw. Moreover, she had to admit he was an attractive man. “I’m Aaron, from Alisha’s wedding, remember?” the guy said as his fingers ran through his short hair, which shifted back into place once his hand gone past. Jasmine recalled that day, his shiny pitch black hair, which glistened on that wedding night. She thought he was the men of any girl’s dream. This was a guy should could love for eternity. “Oh, yeah”, Jasmine answered as she snapped out of her thoughts. Aaron asked “If you need any help, I can show you around”. Notwithstanding, Jasmine said “You're going to be late for class, it’s alright” and quickly left.

“Yoongi, please, unlock the door.” The blond heard a voice, possibly Jin’s, call from outside, but there were too many thoughts swirling around his head to pay much attention. Yoongi sat against the tiled bathroom wall with his legs pulled up to his chest and his forehead resting on his knees, attempting to steady his breathing and slow the pounding in his chest. How he got this way, he wasn’t sure; he’d been examining himself in the mirror and then oh god. At some point he’d stumbled to and locked the door before backing himself against the far wall.

“Please tell me, why there is an ostrich in my living room.” Kendal said from her bedroom door. She closed it to keep her Hemingway cat and her hubsand’s new lab puppy in there.

“It was nothing I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” Delaney quickly hung up the phone so her mom couldn’t ask her questions anymore.