A Short Story : Jordan Adams's Story

It was the beginning of October, and a 17-year-old teenager was hiding by a chain link fence. He had just stolen a purse from a nearby house, and a neighbor had called the police. An officer by the name of Elton Hymon had arrived and was trying to arrest the kid, whose name was Edward Garner. Garner began to climb the 6-foot fence, and Officer Hymon,

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

Sam R. Watkins was a Confederate soldier from Columbia, Tennessee. At age twenty-one, Watkins joined the First Tennessee Regiment along with one hundred and nineteen other young men and boys. He was one of only seven men to survive every one of its battles. He writes a memoir twenty years after being in the war about his experience as a private. Watkins juxtaposes stories of horror and gruesome death with humorous memories throughout his four years in the war.

It was just a casual, beautiful day in New York. Nothing was out of the ordinary that day, that was until a man who was oddly lurking around. Drew Bell, which is a police officer who watches over New York, was on duty that day. She didn't think much of it at first but she still kept a close eye on him. She then noticed he started to look around to see if anyone was watching him, he didn't notice Drew so he continued on his way. She then just put it into conclusion that maybe he was just a homeless man looking for shelter, or food. So she then goes back to her duty. But little did she know he was nothing like that all, and that he would be the person to destroy New York.

It was a cold night in New York city, all the lamps were dim, looking very sketchy as always. John Moore was a detective on a missing case for his brother Joshua. The incident occurred on September 19, it was now October 5. John doesn't usually look for a missing case this long, but it was his brother who went missing and he was restless to find his brother. Joshua Moore was reported missing on September 19, little did everyone know Joshua was still alive and well. He actually went missing for a reason, to keep his family safe from a murderer who John had tried to catch a while back. John went on a case for a robber and his partner who did a home invasion on a elderly couple. He soon tracked down the two and chased them till he

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

An unsettling evening wind started to blow its way through the Central Park. The sun began to set, sending a cascade of colors streaming through the evening sky. The day had started with the normal chaos that a normal Friday had encompassed. John was having difficulty finishing the last piece of business for that day, his mind kept day dreaming towards his lovely wife and wonderful children. As he set in his chair completely exhausted in his tattered office listening to the clock that was ticking in the background, and it approached the wishful hour of five o’clock.

In the weeks prior to the outbreak, Alex had been stuck in a hospital thanks to a job going wrong. He'd been in the city trying to take out a rather devious politician whom he'd been hired to kill publicly. Someone had gotten wind of the hit and it had turned into an all out gun fight the moment he got to his sniper perch. He'd managed to gun down several of the guards as well as some unfortunate police officers who took shots at him. Alex had never been a fan of killing innocent people and the cops were just doing their duty, which was why he'd aimed at their chests to hit the vests they were wearing. The guards took a bullet to the head. This didn't stop him from getting stabbed by a guard and shot a few times. Most of the rounds had hit

It was the day that changed everything. The day that someone had died. Isaiah Thompson a 17-year-old boy shot dead in an alleyway. Nobody knows why he died or why he was shot dead in front of his best friend, Kirsha Campbell. Kirsha is a 16-year-old girl who saw her friend die. Being the best friend of his from birth, they have known each other since forever. They do everything together. Both have two younger siblings and live right next to each other and live in a nice neighborhood, as we thought they did. That night in that alley, shot dead not to be seen ever again. It was right after basketball practice, the day before finals. Heading to Kirsha’s place for a study session they took a shortcut which leads to a

This will be nothing like my last story, as I’m such an infant that I don’t have enough information to really grasp just what the future of the internet holds or could hold, so I’ll use my imagination. I also don’t know how to make this into a “story” rather than a “brain-storming session” if trying to follow my interpretation of the instructions.

The men in the booth behind him started to talk after they had received their drinks. John was having a hard time trying not to listen in on the conversation that the two men were having. He was drifting in and out the conversation and some of the things he heard were unusual. One mentioned something about some sort of chemicals and blowing everything up. John knew he had to report what he had just heard, and he also knew that thousands of lives depended on it. Now John had to decide on whether or not to get up and leave his booth risking being noticed by these men. He had made his decision, John had to leave. He slinked out of the safety of his seat and carefully made his way past the two menacing men. “HEY!” yelled one of the men. They had just realised where John had come from. They scrambled out of their booth and chased him out of the restaurant and down the street. John ran as fast as a cheetah chasing its prey, terror gripped him like a vice. He could hear the two men getting closer, their rasping breathing was just behind him. He had to think quickly, how could he elude them? He nearly slipped over as he turned a corner. John felt like he just died inside because he now faced a dead end. He ran down the alley way looking desperately for somewhere to hide, but there was nothing. The two men grabbed him and threw him up against a wall, one of the men whispered in his ear, “No eves dropping,” before hitting him over and over. John could feel his vison fading as he sponged punches but stayed

As the hairstylist was brushing Bella’s hair back, she was bored out of her mind waiting for the perfect gift to come to mind for her loving husband, Jason. As she looked down upon her makeup table, it was covered with Mac products galore, eyeliners, brushes, and her Kylie Jenner makeup box, with 3 Kylie Jenner lip kits she adored. They were one of the only 100 in the world that had diamonds and rhinestones picked out by Kylie Jenner herself. They were special to her heart, almost as much as Jason. “Come on people were on in 10...9…” as he counted down Bella rushed over to the news table where she was ready to go on air. “Good morning New York, and welcome to today’s show.

This morning was a rough one! I attempted to bring Jayden to school today, however once we reached the doors he was in tears and wouldn't go inside the building. He ended up running all the way back to the car at which point I caught up with him and he got sick...all over me. I'm assuming that this was brought on by nerves and I now feel like a horrible parent! Beginning last week Jayden had expressed several concerns to me regarding Mrs. Thill. This continued throughout the week and over the weekend. I didn't think too much of it because it was my understanding that he had just started spending time with this teacher and perhaps he needed some time to adjust to her rules and expectations. I had planned on messaging you today regarding this issue (even before the incident this morning) so we could figure out what is going on and resolve any problems.

Jim was walking through a corridor in his school and bumped into a girl, Kaylee. Jim’s face was bright red as he saw her, she said hi to him and he said hi back. “So what class do you have next?” Kaylee asked. Jim, a little hesitant, responded, “I think I have math class next.” “Me too,” Kaylee said. “Cool,” said Jim.

At the beginning, Aiken comes up with mysterious it which is related to Paul, and it is not explained until the end of the story. Paul enjoys this delicious experience that it gives him, and he is addicted by this feeling. Although he thinks it is strange and odd, he can’t stop thinking about it. According to :