A Short Story : I Like It Out?

The dusty woven curtains at the end of the hall flapped halfheartedly in the breeze. The window was open, letting in any random bug that happened to pass by, since it had no screen. Margery’s doing, probably. She was Queen of the Hot Flashes. Stopping in front of her apartment, I was annoyed to see ketchup smeared under the brass numeral two.

“My mother would gently set herself down in her customary chair near the stove. I sat across from her, my father and sister to my left and right, and crammed in the center was all the food I had made-a spicy codfish stew,

The King rose from his chair, dabbing the corner of his mouth. “It was?” he utters, his gray eyes void of expression. “The pie I had was divine. You do not know what you’re missing,” he comments, setting down his napkin. He catches a glimpse of the Taster’s body. “Oh, such a shame,” he voice, matter-of-factly.

Boffin's eyes lit up when he saw the room full of books. Next door was the snug. A very cosy snug. They put their head around the door to see it was filled with furniture. Clemmie counted ten squishy cushions. Nine table lamps. Eight beanbags. Seven armchairs. Six coffee tables. Five-foot stools. Four double sofas. Three window seats. Two rocking chairs. And a painting of a partridge on a pear tree. She imagined it was a lovely place to be on Christmas Day, full of presents and pantomimes.

“Sir, does this outfit meet your approval?” asked Will as he stared at himself in the mirror. He saw his master’s reflection twirl a finger at him. He slowly spun, hoping his skirt wouldn’t float up - that was for later.

She would like for her readers to enjoy reading about her culinary adventures. For her introduction she will engage the reader with questions.

The odor of the meal was as delectable as the food itself. It consumed the original scent of the house and warmed up the entire room. This same maid set the table and placed the utensils in place and meekly left the room.

Sally is not a proficient cook, and is dependent on her husband’s income for her lifestyle, which appears to be very mundane, and she worries about things that seem insignificant, like being able to make breakfast for her husband, or the fact that he will not learn how to play cards. Her husband is self-centered, more concerned about how his wife dotes on him, expecting her to be able to react to his whims. Admonishing her for suggesting that he eat breakfast downtown, as remarking that a good wife would never send her husband out to work hungry. Sally self blames herself as her maid Mary Elizabeth is late arriving to work and she has to try to prepare breakfast which turns

“I heard. I guess you had a wonderful Christmas.” Anne hugged the little girl tightly before standing. “Why don’t you let me take your coats? Pop and I decided to wait until you came to open gifts.” She smiled up at Kyle.

Clemmie looked at Doctor Pax. He bent down to do the buttons on her coat then stopped when she asked, ‘Do you think they will fall in love?’

One night ago a kid named james went to the store to go get food for his sister and his mom .They lived in St.Louis at the woods where they didn't have signal for phones or anything.In ST.Louis the water is not good to drink because they haven't cleaned the pipes and if you drink it you will die from poisining.So when he went to the store he felt like if someone was following him but he didn't care because he goes to karate.He got tired and sat next to a tree with a sad face because he felt bad for his family because they didn't have that much money and also no signal.When he stood up to walk to the store he saw a big shadow and was ready to hit someone but when he saw what he saw ,he fainted.

I couldn’t believe it. Well actually I could. I had caught my first boyfriend cheating on me with some bitchy hoe from school.

Today is Friday, October 30th and I’m biking home from school with Calum and Natalia, my best friends. It was a warm and sunny day, well enough to wear my favorite shorts. I was about to turn on to my street when I called out, “See ya tomorrow and make sure you don’t come unprepared. We need to give Henry a piece of our minds.”

“ Mom I don’t want to go to the stupid concert tonight please don’t make me go,” I whined

“Mom?” I squealed. My mom had went back to her work with the kitchen counter. I got up from my bed and peeked through my bedroom door.