A Short Story : The Story Of The City?

I finish carving the tally into the leather strips wrapped around my forearm, the wind attempting to whip my braided hair into my face. I lean back against the brick building, staring at each tally.

At night, dogs prowled the streets, their heavy paws slamming against the cold, hard concrete. Their masters holding them from behind, restraining them from running away wild, rampaging along the quiet city. The civilians called them the Guards, always roaming the streets, keeping us “safe”. The city itself was dark, bleak and dying. The smell of pollution wafted throughout the buildings and roads.

Last night at 8 p.m. there was a tremendous, drenching thunderstorm. It swept down from the west and it struck Toronto, the city on the shore of the lake, with unrelenting fury. The storm raged for more than an hour, damaging trees, flooding basements and driving pedestrians into doorways like small animals into burrows. As suddenly as it arrived, it was gone and a strange peace descended on the dripping, streaming streets. The full moon rose over the ragged clouds and the city

My friend and I ran to a guard and asked him for more food. He did not reply. He grabbed us and threw us into a group of about 50 other men. Officers shoved all 50 of us into the “showers”. We were striped naked and sat there for five minutes. As I looked on the walls, I saw scratch marks and it smelled like rotting flesh. I noticed openings on the roof of the building. The officers outside were screaming at each other. I couldn’t understand what they were saying. They both ran to the camps for whatever they needed, I don’t know. I saw the opportunity to escape. My friend and I ran towards the fence. I noticed an opening under the fence. We were able to crawl our way under the fence. I could feel the metal scraping along my back. I felt the cold blood dripping down my back. Once we cleared the fence, I gained enough strength to get on my feet and start running. We saw a younger gentleman working on his yard. He told us to follow him. He gave us warm germless clothes. The sensation of being safe and escaping those monsters alive brought me to tears. Not knowing if my family would survive and possibly not seeing them again, but at the same time, knowing they loved me brought joy to my heart. It was a very

He was flying through some sort of a futuristic city. People were bustling about through the roads and in between vehicles. The tall structures above him were unlike anything he had seen before. It was a dream, he was sure of it but it was just so life like. so real.

They started at the border of mexico and texas where the night looked very long and dark for the 20 of them. They started to run for their freedom and their new life. Juan, maria, marco, and emmanuel all stock together as one and went up towards new york. They were off with only what they could carry in their backpacks and all the money that they had. The sky was very dark and you couldn't see within 100 feet in front of you. It was very cold approximately 55 degrees climbing up very tough terrain. The mountains were very high to try to keep mexicans like themselves from getting over. The sand was all picking up because of all the wind and some got in their face. All you could here is the wind whistling like a wolf which scared you because out in the desert there was nothing to protect. Their shoes barely had any soul left because they were saving up their money to move to america so every step felt like you were stepping

I finally got out of bed a little after six, but I took my time. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and pressed my dress. I even polished my heels. Anything to stall the minutes before I had to walk into the diner hall and see him again. I had a mixture of feelings still lingering from last night. Embarrassment for running out of Charles’s room like a moron. Fear because he knew too much. More than I recognized about myself. And I felt that little attachment. A small attraction. Not physical, although there was plenty of physical wants forming, no matter how much I wanted to run from them, but I also felt something emotional. My heart and body developed this need to be around him more. Fighting me to stay in close proximity. And it scared me to death. If I let myself get close, let myself give in to those feelings. Well, then, the Mother Country had won. They had taken my family and dispersed

In the novel Another City many of the authors have their own opinions of how Los Angeles is or how it shapes them as a person. Other stories are very short and tell stories of how Los Angeles isn’t as great a place even though we may have people fooled to think so. In the short story Interesting Times the author Judith Lewis tells us about how she adjusted to living in Los Angeles and how she views the city before and after lives there. Whether she felt she didn’t belong, people were too distracted with their own lives, or people were united by tragic events, Los Angeles became her home and a place she lived in interesting times. These themes come up often in the story and are the base of how Lewis feels about Los Angeles as she settles in to the new city.

Tiananmen Gate was originally a part of a group of gates that served as “formal entrance[s] to a number of subcities”. Emphasis on gates and walls in dynastic China was a manifestation of the belief that “power could be maintained only by keeping it secret”. Gates and walls were therefore made to conceal the emperor and to prevent outsiders from accessing power. The multiple layers of walls and gates of imperial Beijing produced a visually dominating effect which emphasized the grand authority of the emperor while conjuring admiration in those who approached it.

“I’m off to work!” Cole shouts to his parents as he closes the house door behind him.

Suicide mention near the end of the story, please do not read if you are not ok with things like that.

Archetypal Characters: Characters are presented from the start of the novel as good or evil. There are no characters that the reader see as good and turn out to be evil at the end or vica versa. Their goodness or evilness is clearly shown from the beginning. 	

Our story starts off in a small, war ravaged greek village. It is not technologically advanced, nor do they know a lot about science and how the world functions. Here, we find Ventra, a young teenage boy, using his wind powers to destroy a small market to steal the delicious fruits. As Ventra is on the run, he bumps into a middle aged woman named Brite. She thought he did it on purpose, so she blinded him with her light powers, knocked him out, and took him to her hideout. When Ventra woke up all he could hear is a woman walking towards him. The room was pitch black, until many torches were lit to light up the room.

Early morning, just before sunrise His Majesty Gregory Acer King of Brugmansia and his armed Royal guards take a stroll through the well-lit business district of The Capital City. Gregory is greeted by an adoring crowd of at least a thousand who cheer and wave prompting Gregory to wave back. Gregory's guards casually walk over to the crowd, The guards then take aim and fire!, Killing dozens Instantly. The survivors shocked by what had just transpired freeze, as does Gregory. Moments later as the guards take aim again Gregory and the survivors regain their senses, the survivors flee from the area, As they flee the guards mow them down. Gregory shouts “I ORDER YOU ALL TO SEIZE FIRE IMMEDIATELY I REPEAT SEIZE FIRE IMMEDIATELY!” Gregory's order is ignored and the massacre continues. Around the corner a police officer patrolling the city in his Police cruiser hears gun shots so decides to investigate. As the police officer drives to the scene he is flagged down by a person running towards him, The police officer pulls over and asks “how may I help you?,” their heart still racing The person takes a moment to catch their breath, then they tell The Police Officer “the Royal Guards Are shooting people in the street!” “Where!?” The Police officer asks “Spring Avenue in the C.B.D” The Person replies while hyperventilating. The Police officer radios Dispatch “This is Senior Constable Francis Agastache requesting immediate back up, I've received a report that members of The Royal Guard

The feeling of adrenaline rushed through his veins, the pounding sound of his friends chanting for him do do it,