A Short Story : The Story Of St. Vincent's Life

Grandma hasn’t walked for a year, and Cesia was desperate to keep her mother alive. “Please, leave me a little water, leave me a bible, and bread and I know God will help me,” remarked grandma. Cesia insisted that if grandmother wanted to stay behind, then let her be, but Cesia’s mom asked her, “Would you leave me?”

This lady always sweating me. “Where is your lanyard”? I quickly pull it out and start jetting for the stairs praying to god i get to put my things in my locker and make it to my seat before the bell. We had to be in our seats or we’ll get a tardy demerit that nobody wants. Demerits added up. If you had 4 demerits, it ended up with you in a 3 hour detention. I walk with a sense of urgency passed all teachers and students since we cannot run in the hallway or that ends in getting a demerit. Only if you get caught. I skip past all students trying to at least put my bag and jacket away. It’s 7:26am and I’m still trying to rush. Just in time I made it to my seat “Ding”. Saved by the bell. I go to school just looking forward to new knowledge, and my boys. The twins are my homies. The call them that cause they so identical you really could not tell them apart at all. Their real names was Demacio and Demario. Demario was the oldest by one whole minute. They were humble kids. They were only sophomores. Today I learnt more on the Trayvon Martin case. Y’all do not know about that unless i’m assuming. My boy was shot and killed because he looked suspicious. That’s very crazy how people think because we’re black that they should be scared. My guy only hand

Dustin was at home he wanted to see where Jimmy was. Dustin looked at his phone it started ringing. The words read, TORNADO WARNING GET IN YOUR HOUSES,AND TAKE COVER NOW. Dustin’s heart started pounding.”MOM,There’s a tornado.” then he remembered his mom said she would be working late. Dustin grabbed his coat,and put on his shoes and went out the door. It was very windy,and the rain was deafening. He could barely see ten steps in front of him. It looked like the air was polluted. The streets were flooded with water as he could barely walk.Dustin managed to see the alley,he tried to walk to the alley but the water was weighing him down. It was like a river,Dustin tried to stand up but then the water surged and he was rushed downhill with

There was bright lightening. They looked up, frightened. Above them black furious clouds started to gather. They began to run. Then the thunder roared, and the rain came down in torrents. <<

In “Storm Country”, by Paul Crenshaw, an unidentified narrator describes his hometown’s reputation for storms and shares his first tornado experience with his audience. His story shows how powerful and destructive tornados can be and what impact they had on his childhood. Paul Crenshaw’s use of detail and vivid descriptions were effective; I was able to see a clear picture in my mind of what he was describing. He also used flashbacks to further describe his relations with storms and feelings about them.

The dark green colored sky was enormous; sirens went round the bend to alert people, no lights to find ways to basements and bathrooms. “It was crazier than a bat without eyes,” Darrell Allen had said. The storm got closer as people found ways to us

tiredness. She look at everyone and while taking off her gloves she stated “this man was attacked prior to being a zombie. Looking around for a safe place to throw her gloves away she stated “this is like the attacks in Saint Venard. Take a good at the precise damage that was caused. It went through his back and compromised his lungs. He must have dies within a few seconds, from this attack.”

“You know how grandma is. She doesn’t want me to go which makes it that much

My experience at Saint Vincent de Paul has been humbling. I went in expecting to work the more glamorous duties such as kitchen duty, but what I’ve found is that the lowliest tasks are the most fulfilling. On a typical day, I do odd jobs to prepare the dining room. This includes filling water pitchers, moving boxes of food, etc. After, the volunteers are assigned specific jobs. I almost always raise my hand for trash duty, because when the attendees are finished with their food they aren’t in as much of a rush and have more time to interact. The people I serve are impoverished, and a large demographic is disabled. Though, the group is so diverse that these labels oversimplify the individuals. Many of them will stop to chat, which is by far the most rewarding part of my service. Others approach volunteers seemingly ashamed, eyes downcast, which pains me. Early on I took some of these interactions as a sign of ungratefulness. A story that sticks out

I have been a part of my school’s annual clothing drive since the start of the 2015 school year. The clothing drive runs in November every year and its purpose is to collect unwanted clothes by students and their families, which are donated to people in need in Toronto via the St. Vincent de Paul Society. In both the years that I have been a volunteer in this organization, about 3000+ articles of clothing have been donated by my school, Brebeuf College. My position in the organization was Lead Representative and volunteer. My role was to promote the organization to the student body within the school through announcements, attend daily meetings, collect and organize donated clothes, move all the sorted articles of clothing to the St. Vincent

My alarm shrieks piercingly through the air, and my eyelids fly open. I carelessly toss my covers aside, and begin my morning routine. Five minutes before my bus arrives I begin to rush out of the house. “Don’t forget I’m picking you up at school early today so we can go to Miami,” my mom reminds me on my way out. “Sure, okay,” I toss back at her and close the door. Just like any other school day, I traveled the day with laughs, semi focusing in classes, and other teenage fanatics. Like in most high schools, when inside the school walls there is this false sense of security that overcomes each student. Most believe that nothing can hurt them, and that nothing will happen. Failing to realize that no one is invincible and things can change at the blink of an eye. As the day proceeds, I approach my least favorite class, Biology. There was never a day that I didn’t complain about how much I hated that class and how I could not wait to leave. But today was different; It wasn’t as dreadful because this would be the period that my mom would pick me up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back to my old ways, whispering “I cannot wait to get out of here!” to my neighbor who felt the same way I did. Finally, I heard over the loud speaker: “Roshonda Bissainthe to the office” and a smile creeped across my

“Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.

It is then at that moment that the sky bursts into tears. I shudder violently; I can almost feel the anguish the heavens are screaming out. I can almost feel the pain. There wasn’t even a warning drizzle; it simply started to pour. My window’s half open, revealing the storm behind my flimsy window screen, and I’m getting pelted by raindrops. I rush to close the sliding window, but not the entire way; I leave a small crack to let in relieving gusts of fresh air and return to my seat, a little wet, but I’ll survive.

My mother danced all night and Roberta's was sick. That's why we were taken to St. Bonny's. People want to put their arms around you when you tell them you were in a shelter, but it really wasn't bad. No big long room with one hundred beds like Bellevue. There were four to a room, and when Roberta and me came, there was a shortage of state kids, so we were the only ones assigned to 406 and could go from bed to bed if we wanted to. And we wanted to, too. We changed beds every night and for the whole four months we were there we never picked one out as our own permanent bed.

While searching for food Rj stumbles upon the cave of Vincent the bear. He sees theres a stash of snacks behind the bear. He eventually gets the wagon of snacks but accidentally woke the bear. The wagon fell out of the cave and hit by a car. Vincent was furious and wanted to Rj. Rj said he would pay him back and get all the food for him. RJ finds him self in the middle of suburbia looking for food. He meets Verne, Hammy, Stella, penny, Lou,spike, Bucky, quillo, Ozzie, and heather. They're upset because houses are being built and afraid they won't be able to get food. Rj shows the animals that they can get their food from humans. They start to go and steal food from humans while Rj helps them. Verne doesn't know how he feels about Rj. In all reality the animals are really getting food for Vincent.The animals did not know they were going through Gladys sharps