A Short Story : A Story?

Having the ability to manipulate people may concern others. However, not for a character named Abigail in the book “The Crucible” by Arthur Miller. Furthermore, Abigail manipulates people in the village into thinking she is not a witch. In addition, she cause this drama because she wants to maintain a good reputation to the peers around her. Not to mention, later in the book she threatens the girls who performed witchcraft with her not to confess. On the other hand, the Puritans in this story has a strong faith to their savior name God. This has an impact onto the story written by Miller because it highlights their true values to God and how far they are willing to go just to prove their devotion. In this essay, I will discuss how reputation

“Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Tell-Tale Heart." Http://poestories.com/. Robert Giordano. Web. 8 Feb. 2016. “It is the beating of his hideous Heart!” It was about a mentally ill man who committed a murder and heard things because of guilt. The story “The Tell-Tale Heart” and “The Black Cat” by Edgar Allan Poe shows the cause-and-effect relationship for murder and guilt.

There are a multitude of purposes for gothic literary elements to be used within fictional stories. The interconnectedness of the elements—such as a fascination with the past leading to isolation or the presence of the supernatural causing someone to obtain a fear of the unknown—allows Gothicism as a whole to span over a wide range of effects within a story. In many cases, gothic elements are used to either prove or disprove the innate evil of humankind or the circumstances of which they live amongst. Similarly, Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Black Cat” and “The Fall of the House of Usher,” as well as Gillian Flynn’s Sharp Objects can be related in that each story uses the gothic elements of psychological issues and violence to further enhance the

As the sun was rising the RV returned in the same spot that it was before parked right in front of us. The door flew open and Dad came flying out the door.Negan then spoke "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Dad didn't know how to answer him and was looking around in shock and disbelief. Negan then yelled "Speak when you're spoken to." Which made me jump at the sudden elevation in his voice. Dad said "Okay, Okay." Negan said "It was about the way you looked at me I wanted to change that.I wanted you to understand.But you're still looking at me the same damn way like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?" Dad said "Yeah." Negan laughed and said "Alright.And here it is -- the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess."Negan pointed to Carl and said "Kid right here. Kidnow." Carl got up and walked over to Negan and as Carl walked over to him Negan smiled at me. Then he looked back at Carl and said "You a southpaw?" Carl asked "Am I a what?" Negan rephrased "You a lefty?" Carl said "No." "Negan said "Good." and he took off his belt and wrapped it around Carl's arm and asked "That hurt?" "No." Carl replied. Negan had a smile on his face and said "Should. It's supposed to. Alright get

He left the office and went straight to the bedroom. He was going to see if there was anything that he could change into, but he immediately just collapsed on the bed.

into her. Capri popped the cork off the champagne bottle, and it ‘accidentally’ sprayed down over her front. The bubbly wine shot all over her, white and frothy.

A light rain pitter-pattered against the windshield of Tom’s Mustang. Every few minutes, a burst of sunlight exploded through the clouds, creating gasoline rainbows in the opalescent puddles pitting the asphalt. Stifling a yawn, the young officer stared into the distance, his concentration waning with each passing mile. Maybe it was the hypnotic swish of the windshield wipers, or maybe, it was the knowledge he was about to face Booker for the first time since their disastrous date. Either way, his focus wasn’t on the road, and he failed to notice the red light. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white sedan heading toward him, but it was too late for him to react. The vehicle crashed into his door, the impact spinning the car around and slamming it into a light post. With no seatbelt to protect him, his body jerked forward, the force smashing his temple against the windshield. A bolt of pain exploded inside his head, and he slumped against the steering wheel, the loud blare of the horn following him into oblivion.

Clemmie woke in a strange room. Where was she? The only noise came from a fire where logs burned and crackled in a grate. Framed photos lined the top of a mantle but they were too far away to see. She stared for a while into the flames and let her mind drift. Shapes formed in the flames. First a gargoyle, and then a girl’s face. The bright orange light hurt her eyes so she let them close. A few minutes later she jerked herself awake again. She felt hot. She kicked off the blankets only to find she was naked underneath. She blushed and covered herself before anyone came in the room.

After waiting more than an hour in the parking lot for Marlene to arrive, Katherine was ready to go home when she saw the old familiar Malibu pull into the parking lot, and rushed behind the building so her daughter wouldn’t see her. Peeking around the corner, Katherine watched Marlene get out of the car, go to the driver’s side and kissed him passionately, before waltzing across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. Katherine watched as her the raven-haired beauty with a reputation for being high maintenance get in the red Mercedes and drive out of the parking lot.

“Where is my brush? I swear I just filled up my bottle, too! Where is everything?” Alex sighs, her frustration displayed on her face. Groaning, she turns and puts her hair into two high pigtails, her hair cascading down her shoulders, flowing like black froth. Although her hair was curly, it fell in soft waves when brushed. If she doesn’t brush her hair, soft ringlets fall down her back, cascading over her shoulders. She groans, her face scrunching up, as she walks outside with another bottle. A slight blur sounds on her right, but as she looks, it’s gone.

In was a nice summer day in a quiet neighborhood and Timmy spent his summer days riding his bike. He would ride to his friend’s house and spend half of his day doing, summer school work, play football, and talk about cars. His friend Roger, told Timmy that his family will going be going on vacation for the next two weeks and had invited Tim to come join them. Timmy ran home excited to tell his mom about the invitation. Timmy ran through the door, slammed it shut and asked his mom if he was able to go.

“Why bother,” Penny huffed. “We already know it’ll be something crazy. They’ll probably tell us to jump off the building, to just trust them! What’ll you do then, Lennon?”

Amanda Addams gazed out into the room full of her new classmates. She had just moved, and today was the dreaded day- the first day at her new school, the Grove Street School. Her teacher had introduced her in front of the class, which was exactly what her nightmares had been about. Her palms were sweating bullets as she took her seat, which was behind a girl with curly, long blonde hair. The girl looked up and groaned. Introducing herself as Sara Gardner, she warned Amanda to stay out of her way. Then with a dramatic hair flip, she turned back around. Amanda wanted to speak up, but she was too shy. Not a good start.

My eyes slightly open to the bright light in front of me. What happened last night? i look up slowly opening my squinted eyes. thats not my ceiling... i look over and see a dark skined back. Oh right..

It was a normal afternoon, and I was just getting ready to start my day. As I grab my maroon jeggings out of the closet, I hear my mother scream my name down the stairs. What could she possibly want now? She woke me up 20 minutes ago.