A Short Story : The End Of The Room?

“I’ll get him for you.” Harry said. He was dying to get out of Grimshaw's room. He bolted out the door and down the steps towards Calum's room.

As Chay got near the front doors of the hospital he jumped off his bike, ran through the doors, down the hallway to the glass windows where he had last seen his mother. Chay looked through the glass window, but he couldn’t see her, so he ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the

She pushes it, the doors horizontally close and as the elevator rides up, she frantically pushes the button.

Failure, noun an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success. Santiago did indeed fail for several weeks or months. People who say that he failed are not wrong. He could not catch one single fish for a very long time and he did not quit so he didn’t totally fail he just couldn’t catch any fish for a long time. He did fail for a short amount of time but he did succeed in the end. Failing for Santiago was not an option. He caught that huge fish not for everyone else but he caught it just so he knew he could succeed

The mother and grandmother sat at the house in panic thinking about Chris. But they could not do anything are they would be shot by the people left there with them. Chris began to fight for his life and his family’s. Everyone was surprised of the heart that Chris shown. The boys started to hit him all at one time and told him not to fall! One of the younger gang members muttered quietly to

“Caitlin, it’s good to see you again,” Jessie Wells said to me as I signed into the hospital, it seemed sad that I had been there so much the staff knew my name.

Seven seniors made the traveling squad, including “Battling Ted Evans”, who paced the hallway with head bowed and clenched fists. Miguel and Lillian Canales, a habitual infirmary resident, shared the bench closest to where few would find sanctuary. She fiddled with a hospital band, as he eyeballed the door, willing it to open. But the barrier would not yield.

“Come on” I walked to the storage room and opened the door. Jamal gave a creepy grin and looked at Tito. The room was smaller than a classroom and had old books in it. The storage room smelled of cigarettes used by older kids. It could lock from the inside and had a window to release smoke. Jamal locked the door.

arm pit and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” I

THREE turns his back on them. There is silence for a moment and then the FOREMAN goes to the door and knocks on it. It opens. The GUARD looks in and sees them all standing. The GUARD holds the door for them as they begin slowly to file out.

“I think I know where that is...” she mused and turned around to leave the padded room just in time to see the door slam shut! She raced forwards but she heard the three clicks-there

In the excerpt from “A Room of One’s Own,” by Virginia Wolf, she creates a distinction between women portrayed in fiction and their experiences in reality.

“Then do you want to be on this hook by room 213.” Which was his math class.

“OK, let’s go.” I responded. Once we walked in I said bye to Adeline and she went the other direction as Mr.wells helped me to my locker.

I walked into the plain, white room, and although I was with six other people I had never felt more alone than at that moment. I didn’t belong in a place like that, and I felt how out of place I was. There were two colored benches, against two of the walls in the room. The man whom had led us into the treacherous place demanded that we sat and waited for further instructions. On the bench, to the left, all seven of us had taken a seat and, without speaking a word to one another, we waited. I remember thinking to myself, “I’m not like these people, I’m 19 years old. What in the hell am I doing in this godforsaken hellhole?”