A Short Story : There's A Boy '

Throughout the story Kevin is trying to convince his dad to put their dog Cromwell in training. Howie says that there is no point that it’s not a sport., Kevin is getting really angry and trying the hardest he can to convince Howie to put their dog in training in order to commit to paw patch. Howie says no and that Kevin is not making a good case. Kevin just doesn’t understand what he means by that and is confused.

“Emma honey, can you come here for a second?” My mothers soft voice calls from the downstairs kitchen. I grudgingly pull myself from the plush office chair, and stroll out into the light less hallway. Out of nowhere a forceful grip strikes out, engulfing my upper arm. My eyes widen with fear, but before I can chirp out in surprise, a soft hand is placed across my month, promptly silencing my shrike. In a fit of desperation I spin around to lock eyes with my mom, her expression spikes my heart beat once again, the obvious fear radiates off of her.

I fell on my face and my breathing only became worse. I got onto my feet when I hear a groan “What the –” There laid a girl that looked about my age. I’m not alone, the through came to my mind. “I’m not alone!” I yelled. I help the girl up, my breathing started to slowly decrease back to normal. The girl had pale skin, black hair, and looked about 5’9. “What happened?” she asks. “I don’t know,” I reply to her question. The girl goes quite for little bit before looking at me with her piercing green eyes. “Why can’t I remember?” she whispers. “I don’t know; I can’t remember either I was all alone before I found you,” I explain. I can tell this doesn’t make her feel

Ashley's mascara was already nearing her chin when Keith's baton smacked her left shoulder. It wasn't a painful smack but the impact was far stronger psychologically. For the three months she had known him, he was always there as a guardian for her. He respected her and cared for her, and this was how she repaid him. "It was Tim Tedow though!" she thought but then reflected on her boyfriend's state. He wasn't just panicking, he was genuinely angry at her. All the love that he had had for her was now reduced to hatred. She could see it in his eyes and hear it in his roars. She was nothing to him, and one bullet may very well make her nothing to the rest of the world. With a shivering arm, she reached for the baton and moved the sheets away, exposing her beautiful curves to the two battling men. She sighed and parted her legs, and with tearful eyes she looked at the ceiling. Like a gullible child, she thought that looking away would hide the shame; that they both will be invisible to her. Oh how wrong Ashley was..

His face was full of dirt and grime, his mouth was gaping open showing missing teeth, and there were two long cuts across his face. The most terrifying part was the blood. It seemed to be almost everywhere. Time suddenly slowed down to a fraction of a second. I gasped, directing my hands to my mouth. My heart was beating faster than I thought could be possible. I couldn’t believe my very own eyes. I thought my eyes were lying to me and that this was just an illusion. But it all seemed too real. Then I realized this was not an illusion and I was wasting precious time. Time resumed back to normal and I quickly regained my senses. “Go get help. Go to the orphanage. GO QUICK,” I told Pat. He seemed to understand and took off uphill, in the direction of the orphanage. I quickly went to work

When I walked in I was immediately greeted. "Hi, welcome to La-Z-Boy. My name is Johnathan and you are?" He extended his hand for a hand shake. After asking questions to determine my need, the associate let me look around. After four minutes, Johnathan came over and asked me how my day was going. He said, "It has been a hot day today, hasn't it?" Oh yes, today has been extremely hot, was my

Stories have themes, or a message the author is trying to tell the readers. A similar theme they have is that "new situations can cause discomfort." I believe this theme applies to both stories.

The young blonde nimbly tied her hair back into a tight ponytail as she smiled. Before her, in the dark, damp basement of her two story house, lay a man approximately a foot taller than her, pale with fear. His wrists were red from struggling against the chains, and he halfheartedly kicked his single working leg at her as she advanced. The teenaged girl went by many names, but to this man she was Fate, Destiny, Death herself. Or at least, she liked to think that those were his words of choice. Her scrawny assistant, a boy a couple of years older than her with the cold gleam of a psychopath in his eyes, stood next to her, wringing his hands out of excitement. The two weren 't menacing, but what this man had gone through for the past four days had taught him to be afraid.

Let me begin by telling you a bit about my little brother. David Lee is exceptional in every way; he is exceptionally intelligent, talented, and hilarious. As a gifted child, he is also exceptionally difficult, uncooperative, and short-tempered. I’ve always understood and appreciated David in a way others did not, and over the years we’ve become inseparable. I am very active in musical theatre productions and competitions, and as David grew up, he realized he shared my love of performing. While I practiced singing and acting ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ David would sing along with me and stumble through my dances. When it came time for the show he knew every word to my song!

The grandmother swept everything that was not from her home out. She threw the iron wires outside her house. Her grandson was not in the house. He went to fetch water at the fountain.

Slowly, but anxiously, Addison and I walked towards the barn. Every step I took, I became more and more curious. Then, BANG! A sound came from the barn, like something had fallen down. Addison and I ran to the barn. Addison opened the door, making a terrible screeching sound that makes you get goosebumps. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Addison screamed after she went in. I can rushing in, stopped, and backed a little when I saw what Addison saw. There, a little boy, about seven years old, sitting there at the corner of the barn, his head between his legs, crying softly. He looked up, eyes all puffy, cheeks red, lips chapped, and stared at us. He first looked at Addison, who was at the other corner of the barn, hands on her heart, and eyes wide open. Then, he turned to looked at me like he can see through me. He must be very terrified too, seeing strangers in front of him all of a sudden.

The creature ignored him. Now it bit into his father’s back, tearing a hunk of bloody meat out of his right side.

The sweet bliss of unconsciousness is cut short as pain explodes through the left side of my face. The bitter taste of copper stains my tongue as I choke, blinking back tears of shock. Another firm backhand snaps my head the other direction. I groan, the floor swaying under my restrained legs. Blood drips onto my pants.

He knew his wife was up to something the moment she tried to ignore anything to do with the mere mention of the word boyfriend. How she adamantly refuse to say Joshua Hunt’s name was yet another hint I should’ve paid closer attention. maybe it was how I was on the verge of asking her if she knew any other name then Trever Benson that had caused me to be distracted. She knew the moment that boy was introduced to me and his attention was more of some of the maids preforming their task then speaking to me. when one of the women dropped something they had to pick up and he broke out in a cold sweat, I should’ve thrown him out of the nearest window. It wouldn’t have mattered if I had, we were on the ground floor. Then and again, it might not have been a total loss if the shock of it all cause him to scream for several hours thinking he was falling. He didn’t seem too bright to know the difference.

Running, with no stop not even too look back. He climbs onto a ladder leaning against the house. He finally gets a second and he looks back to see nothing but darkness, he reaches for his pocket and finds 4 crumpled one dollar bills and a five dollar bill. Checks his other pocket and found his father's knife. The street lights shined on it and there appeared to be a dry blood stain. Just then he looks out to the street and see’s that dark figure again, without motion it just stands there staring at him. It doesn’t appear to be breathing, just standing there. The boy looks to the next building on his left and see’s that he can jump across to it. He glances back to the figure and it's gone. The boy dashes for the next building to hear a familiar voice in the distance yell “ Thomas”. He looks back to see the figure pulling itself up the ladder. Without hesitation the boy gets over to the next building and finds a way down and dashes for the center of town. He gets to a 4-way stop and glances at the street sign “ W Barnes st”. He says to himself “Cole lives two blocks down maybe he can help me”. Once again the boy runs without stopping and with only one thing on his mind and that's getting to coles house.