A Short Story Of A Book : Finding Out '

out of here. I give him a puzzled look, but after staring into his grinning face, I realize what he means. After thirty nine hard years, he has finally found the home he has always wanted.

A lithe form slinked through the pristine snow, her paws going numb from the constant unbridling unsuccessful search of prey. Being an experienced hunter now, PigeonEye knew that this was no small dilemma, but an ominous sign. She and a hunting party of three warriors had been sent out to hunt hours ago, and yet still, the terrain seemed barren, devoid of a stable amount of prey to feed their clan. The she-cat shivered and paused for a moment to survey they area, her fellow clan-mates halted and watched her with weary appearances, each thin and poignant. PigeonEye ignored them, an unshattered defiance and determination to serve her clan burning within her. If they did not bring back food when they returned, why return anyway. She was willing to die for her clan, even if she would die for a cause that might be remembered as pitiful foolhardy stubbornness.

The three friends looked at each other with big smiles on their faces. Living on Flower Mountain would be a dream come true. Lyla kept her promise to Snok and rejoined her new family at the top of Flower Mountain.

The endorphins rushed through Tische's body, making every nerve end tingle, and the entire outside world to seem as if it didn't exist. He and Harper were the universe. The smoothness of her skin, the sound of her moans, the feel of her walls clenching and convulsing around hir engorged cock as he filled her with his hot cum, and their combined juices flowed down their thighs, his grunts and pants, the bang of wood against the wall, the slap of flesh against flesh; each movement, sound, sight and sensation occurred in slow motion, and was captured in his memory, forever to be seared into his mind and senses. His primal scream cut through the air, and he shuddered, writhed and moaned without restraint until every last ounce of his seed had been

“Ok?” He said staring into space, she abandoned him and the tube outside the hole that was their door.. Soon he grew arid, and being an idiot, he drank a sip from the tube. He fell to a long slumber, snoring.

Jewel leaned back and watched Alexander pet Gavin. She smiled. She had a nice open smile that bloomed in her cheeks.

She liked the place. Its walls were painted a dark blue, and the place had wooden floors. The candles on the walls reminded her of the stars. Although there wasn't much around, it was small and comforting.

He chuckles, “I’m teasing, Jenny. It is not that far. We’ll arrive tomorrow, if we find transportation. For now we will use the grass as our bed. Sleep, ma chérie, sleep.” He lights a Lucky. Two more to go. I lie back on the soft grass and fell asleep as the night darkens.

Skyhold, for all its fancy tapestries and burnished gold candelabras, was so poorly insulated that come autumn, its corridors became cold and gloomy as tombs. Frost left its fingerprints smeared across every surface, and when the weak heat of bodies desperately huddled for warmth began to melt it, the smell of damp hung heavily in the air. It was a scent that imbedded itself in fabric and left every man's shirt soggy and limp, punishing mankind with dank bedsheets and clammy, mottled skin. No corner remained wholly untouched, but there were a few spots where the windows opened a touch more, and as such, the walls were a little drier, and the ventilation fresher.

“Hardly. Since I took your advice and offered the option to order gift certificates electronically, and I had the website updated, like you suggested, the store is more profitable than ever. You deserve this, and I won’t hear another word about it. Now go home. You worked your ass off today.”

“Hello?” Harper answered. “Yes dear she will be fine with us here. Okay darling. Yes. Okay, see you tomorrow. Okay goodnight. Eva dear.”

During the beginning of the story, Ana explains all about her life. She attends West Torrence High

Kate opened the car door and she ignored whatever her mom was saying, she didn’t care. She was too excited for the rest of the night. When she got to Amelia's door, she paused and thought about what they were about to do. She knew that if they were caught, that they would get into serious trouble. Kate knocked anyways. Amelia’s dad answered the door. “Did you bring all of your stuff?”, he asked.

“Home,” he repeated, with a sigh. His eyes were distant and clouded, as if beholding a scene that was miles and miles away.

Short stories often present the single experience of a character or set of characters where its climax is marked by a moment of crisis, either in a literal or more emotional and spiritual sense. Unlike the novel, a short story does not provide the full details of the circumstances or backstory of the situation at hand, nor does it allow the reader to develop an in-depth relationship with these characters. Despite its condensed form, the short story can possess layers of subtexts and a sort of narrative ambiguity where pressure is placed on the reader to make something of these literary texts. To make sense of these subtexts, the reader should pay particular attention to the narrative voice being utilized because the narrator has the ability to influence how a reader may respond to a literary text by setting up a perspective from which the reader sees it.