A Short Story : The Story Of A Robber?

In both short stories, Campbell and Bowen had wrote a modern adaptation of classic stories. These tales and ballads are adapted to incorporate the author’s culture and life. Offer a different variation that is contextually significant. Both stories are like an expanded version of the tales and ballad. They modified some aspects of the story while maintaining the essence, or offer a different perspective of the concept of tales and ballad.

As I looked up from my book, I saw my mom sit down next to me, crossing her legs as she turned the tv on to some weird show on the history channel. Not paying attention to anything other than my book, I was startled when my mom gasped. Suddenly, I was startled when my mom gasped, then I was overwhelmed with the strangest, but somewhat familiar sensation. As my ears started to ring, the only thing I heard was my mom shouting “Scarlet!” and the balding man on the tv say something along the lines of “painting, 1600’s, stolen, found.” in between the loud ringing. As I looked at the painting, the woman in the painting was overwhelming familiar, I gawked at her hair that looked as though it was the darkest depths of the night sky with eyes being

I arrive at the scene at approximately 11:30am. It appeared to be a white two-story house with entry-level stairs along the right-hand side of the house. As I enter the house I noticed two bodies that were unresponsive, so I immediately follow up with a

I woke up the next morning with someone hitting my face repeatedly. I instantly lost it, “WHAT”, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I stared at what seems to be two police officers. You

One by one the police started arriving at the scene.I knew that I could over power one cop but not anymore. I hit the gas in the car and took off. They were following me, I did not know what to do. Wait, think about the movies. That’s it, take someone hostage. I ran into a superstructure. I heart the police running through the door. I took cover behind a

Details: We got a call at 8:15 AM about mysterious gunshots going off in the house of John Doe. We headed to 4th street to find out what was going on. The police had already been there and described that John Doe is dead. I walked through the door of the house and saw there were multiple footsteps from the officer, and multiple people that had already been

It was a routine Wednesday morning while I was walking to my bus stop when I heard someone shout in my general direction. I slowly glanced around, looking for the source through the dimly lit street in the dark, only to spot a hooded figure to my left leaning on a car. I quickly averted my eyes, my hand tightening around my messenger bag and picked up my pace. Not long after I heard heavy footsteps falling behind me, another shadow joining mine on the cracked sidewalks and another shout,

Seeing how the cup they gave me was huge I started feeling very funny, kind of dizzy, I walked around looking for my friends while simultaneously checking out my surroundings. I catch up with my friends and tell them I’m ready to leave, I’m drunk off my ass and I’m already starting to feel sick; I just wanted to go home. We ended up not leaving and staying until about 1 in the morning, around 2-2:30 everything was put to a screeching halt when I along with everyone else heard the muzzled ringing of police sirens slowly growing louder and louder by the second. Immediately everyone scatters headed in what seemed like a million different directions my friends and I parked in the very front of the house causing us to be blocked in by the hundreds of cars so we had nothing to do except to run and hide. A few moments later we hear this loud

The sun had just turned but I knew I needed to keep on running and finish my jog. As the trees formed around me, I saw something flash into the woods, I swear it was a person. Nevertheless I kept on going at a faster pace, this place could be scary at night! Halfway down the track, the sun had just disappeared when I heard a scream. I ran even faster knowing there was something bad going on. Just before my eyes fell a body with a cut in the throat. I also screamed myself, then sprinted out of the woods up the road and straight to the police office. It was closing time and the door was locked so I banged on it furiously with my fists. Thinking back now that was probably not a smart thing to do, but I had just seen a dead body. An old lady opened

As I was going down the street I heard steps just behind me gradually getting closer, as the sound of heels resonated with the concrete sending shivers down my spine. It was an unusual occurrence in the area I was currently in, people lingering after dark, especially on this specific night: Halloween. All I could sense was this eerie feeling as if my own body was sending quiet, almost whispered signals telling me to quicken my pace. My hands began to sweat as my breathing got increasingly louder as the set of footsteps followed my actions. I was certain now, this person was following me for a reason still unknown to my shaking figure trying to compose itself for a possible physical fight. It was the worst scenario I could think of: having

I got out and saw someone standing maybe 200 yards down the road with some matches and paper crumpled in their hand. He wore a white mask with a black shirt and black jeans. He also held a gold pistol in the other hand but he wasn’t pointing it at me yet. He lit the paper and dropped it on the ground next to his foot. I was thinking what would be the point of dropping it on the ground, until suddenly a trail of fire kindled and I remembered the gas trail behind my car. The fire slowly made its way to the car and the creepy guy walked with it as it got closer. Panic took over my entire body and my mind froze as i desperately tried to think of what i needed to do. On instinct I tried to turn and run, but when I turned around, I saw another figure with a knife standing where I wanted to run. I glanced to the sides of the roads and saw dark trees towering over me. Something told me that the forest wouldn’t be any safer than out in the open because I wouldn’t be able to see where they were. I desperately thought of what I could do when I remembered that I had a pump shotgun in my glove department. The two guys had gotten even closer to me though so i had to do it fast or they’d blast me into oblivion.

I then checked every single part of my house assuming it was a robber but it looked like everything was untouched so all I did was just go to sleep

I'm walking home, through a rough street hoping i don't get jumped, instead something worse happens. I hear sirens getting louder and louder as if they were getting closer , and i soon as i turn around to see if a cop is anywhere near me a black car, maybe a bmw but it pulls up and as quickly as i can blink they

Hands on hips, Carter leaned back looked up at the tower and then down at the body working out angles and positioning.

Around 6:30pm all I could hear was a loud voice echoing from the street, “Everyone Evacuate Immediately!” Local law enforcement evacuating everyone in the neighborhood.