A Short Story : The Story Of Genisus Stockwood

It was a cold, dark night and I could not sleep whatsoever, because all I could think about was that I start my adventure in the morning. I am a new graduate of a post bachelorette Anthropology program. My first assignment is to travel to the island of Bijangi, and live with and study the culture of the Bijangi tribe. The world knows very little about this tribe other that where they live and some other minute facts. I plan on discovering everything possible and making a name for myself on my very first adventure. This is everything I have been going to school for and I just cannot wait. I finally fell asleep and am now waking up to the blaring scream of my alarm telling me it is time to get up and get a move on. My brother James dropped

We fell out of the sky today. I don’t know where we crashed. Other boys were on the plane so they had to be around here somewhere, but there are no grownups—that’s what Ralph said. Ralph thinks we’re on an island and he’s been calling me “Piggy.” I don’t want him to call me that; that’s what the boys at school call me. He’s been making fun of my asthma too. Anyways, he said his dad is in the Navy and he’s going to come rescue us. Ralph spotted a shell in the water—I told him it was a conch—and I remember someone that had one and would blow into it and his mum would come. Ralph blew into it (it took a couple of tries), and then children started appearing. There were a bunch. There were these twins, Sam ‘n Eric and Jack Merridew and his choir.

“Sleep” is a short story by Haruki Murakami. It is part of the seventeen stories that constitute his short story collection “The Elephant Vanishes”. The collection was published in 1993; however, “Sleep” was published separately in “The New Yorker” magazine in 1989. “Sleep” is the longest short story of the seventeen. The protagonist and the narrator of the story is a woman who has not slept for seventeen days. She is married, and she has a child with her husband. At first sight, her life seems immaculate, but later the circumstances become more complicated. Murakami’s characters have numerous common characteristics, and the protagonist of “Sleep” is not an exception

I looked at mom and dad with a frown, dad who knew the most came up and helped me talked to the kid. Soon we all had to leave, we got back in the car and headed to a hotel. Something that I found very pleasing to me, and it seemed like it felt the same for my brother and sister. Mom was very amused with the hotel we were in. Dad found it normal since he worked around places he had to sleep in hotel’s often. Dad got a room and my brother, sister and me were hoping to get an upstairs room. We got a room on the third floor, we all jumped with excitement . Soon time for bed came it’s way and we tucked ourselves in and fell into a warm deep

We were having a great time with the birds in the air. Well we were joking I said ‘’Morning It just felt good , too good if you ask me”.So there I was, jogged with my sister. I first thought we brought my dog and I said ‘ She’s just a bother”, I wouldn't know what was about to happen, that I would need her dreadfully. Like I always am, I was in the front of my sister far in the distance until she yelled “stop when you crossed the street” I had to take Bella with me because I was too fast for the others and Bela had the same story and I said “ Ok comon bella we have to go go GO”. There we were jogging and crossing the street and out of nowhere Bam a red car coming fast toward us. I petrified in fear . I looked both ways like my mom always tells me but the street was curved. I froze in fear and just shacked but believe it or not she saved my life by pulling me to the sidewalk with her in that moment I felt like if someone’s love hit me in the face and it was bela. She pulled me to the

I wake to a knock at my door. I open my eyes and startle. I'm in an unfamiliar room. Where am I? Suddenly, a million devastating memories flow through my mind at once. There's blood, and tears, and anger. I'm pulled from my mind by my Aunt Julia's voice, "It's happenin' again, ain't it dear?" she asked, her southern drawl more apparent than usual.

My six brothers and I traveled for hours on end and finally found a cottage in the woods. We were not the family of eight anymore. And we weren’t the size of regular humans either. We were the seven dwarfs. For months we had tested out hundreds of plans to get Smiley back but nothing was working. As all of our ideas were failing, so was my optimism. I started to become moody. So moody that my name had been changed by my brothers to Grumpy. Soon after that we all had given up and moved on. We worked in a mine, everyday warbling this obnoxious tune of hi-ho, hi-ho, every single solitary second. For eleven years we did this, until a girl had appeared out of the woods outside of our cottage one day. She said that her name was Snow White, she was seventeen years old, lived in a castle with her evil stepmother, and was looking for a place to stay. Doc made the decision to allow her to stay at our tiny little house, and we all took shifts each day to keep an eye on her while the rest of us went working in the mines. When it was my turn, I argued with Doc almost all night. I was definitely not going to be a babysitter. But Doc was the oldest, so ultimately there was no getting out of it. The next morning, despite my better judgement, she got me to go outside, and we talked under a shade tree by the

Sleep was terrifying. Ever since Allie and her mother, Eva, had ran off from her murderous father, Allie had been avoiding falling into the darkness called sleep. Her father was a madman, he convinced Allie from a young age that everything he was doing was for her. Every week, Allie saw another man go into their basement, and never come out. What her father did to these men was left to question.

We approached the factory, and we were all frightened. We saw soldiers, rallying the workers. The soldiers came to us, and they talked to mom. When mom told them that she was the owner of the factory, they arrested her. The soldiers realized that we were mom’s children, so we were also arrested. I recall how scared I was during the arrest, yet I tried to remain brave. The soldiers did not hesitate; they took us to a train station. Everything happened so fast. One second I was with my family, the other I was on a train headed to an unknown destination. At this point I wasn’t with my family anymore, for they were separated from me at the train station. The train was very claustrophobic, many others were in it. I was merely a child, and everyone else in

“So how is this supposed to help me again?” [Name] drawled, her eyes slowly detaching from the giant bird towering above her and locking on Genos.

As a child, I would wake up in the morning before my older brother went to school. Together we would walk down the street to a neighbor’s house and have breakfast with the three boys and their mom, Jackie. As I got older, I started walking to breakfast on my own but my mother would wake up very concerned on where I was at 6 a.m. We soon got a magnet to put on the fridge and when I left to Jackie’s, I was instructed to put the magnet on one side of the fridge so my mom would know. I grew up with the two younger boys, Kyle and Jacob, and my brother grew up with the oldest one, Larry. We were very adventurous kids, running through the woods, on bikes, running around bare foot, I even stepped on a few rusty nails in my childhood.

The next morning, I woke up and went on my usual routine of lying in bed for 10 minutes after my alarm started to ring. My eleven-year-old sister came in and said,”Brian! Get up!” I replied with,”No.” After she got out of my room, I turned off my

Therefore, the timber wolf proceeded forward without consequence; thus, behind her a trail of dust emerged leaving small particles in the air sparkling as the sun rays penetrated through them. The wolf proceeded through rivers filled with salmon, however, she did not stop to enjoy another quick snack. Next, she traveled through rough terrain of rocks and mud, nothing would be able to stop her from reaching her destination. The female pushed herself up the hills and through the valleys, through the dark moist caves and thorn thickets. Finally, she had reached the outskirts of the forest and the rocky edges of the fallen boulders of the mountains. Ultimately, she had reached not only her goal, but her dreams of starting a new life. She examined

Have you ever had your life flash before your eyes or hear the sound of your bone crack? Well that happened to me. It was a cold and gloomy morning. My Mom asked “do you want to go skiing?” I replied with a “yes.” My Mom called Lee’s Mom to see if she and her daughter Lee wanted to go skiing. They replied with a “yes.” Lee’s Dad asked if we wanted a ride to the train station and we said “sure.”

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to sleep forever? It won’t seem like a bad thing for us sleep-deprived-busy-bodies. But for those who suffer from Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, will it be like a fairy tale? In the fairy tale a simple kiss can wake up the princess and there’s always a happy ending. But did you notice that when the princess fell asleep, she was unable to move forward and remained stuck in bed while the world outside keeps on living? Did you notice that the princess became