A Story Of A Short Story

This is a true story about two heroes. This story takes place during the summer of 2009. A family was spending the 4th of July weekend at the lake in Central Minnesota. The first hero’s name was Tatum. He and his step-sister, Bailey, were the first two on the tube. We made several laps around the lake until he saw another boat heading directly for them. Tatum was on the side closest to the oncoming boat. All he could think to do was to get bailey off the tube before it hit them. He pushed her off the back of the tube just as the boat rammed into his right side. The sound was an awful, loud thud as the boat drove over the tube without even slowing down.

The knock at the door startled Dana. She set the Bible she was reading aside, stood, and approached the door.

Even before Mary Lennox even arrives at her new home, she finds herself resenting it. But what else could she do? The young girl had never experienced love or excitement. Medlock, trying to pass the time, asks her if she has a favorite story. With her arms folded across her chest, and her face scrunched to show wrinkles, Mary retorts to the Medlock, “My mother didn’t have the time to tell me stories.” The Medlock, she is surprised, but simply shakes her head and remains silent for the rest of the journey. Mary had come from India, where she lived with her neglectful parent until they tragically died in an earthquake. Mary is so emotionally damaged that she said “I was angry. I never cried. I didn’t know how to cry.” When her parents died, rumors spread that she did not show remorse. People called her odd. At the manor, Mary quickly gives herself the reputation of being a spoiled girl, as shown when she commanded Martha to dress her, and then called her unintelligent when Martha was trying to make a joke about Mary’s wardrobe colors, which happened to be black. Mary is upset, but Martha ends up introducing her to her younger brother Dickon, who becomes her first friend. Mary goes outside and finds a garden, and an old man. He asks her why she is here, and she replies and says, “Where’s the door?” Mary wants to find the key to the garden, as she is intrigued by it. The old man(his name is Ben) tells her that, “No one’s been inside that place for ten years,” referencing to the

I walk through the grass by my tribe land. It’s warm like any other day. I carry my wet furs to the fireside and set them up to dry.

I will be the best and only the best... I will crush my opponents. I will crush the competition. I will crush that ball. I am the Greatest of All Time. I am Josh Smith.

I woke up in a snow covered forest, shivering as I looked around dazed and confused. I looked up and was met by a cloud-covered sun, surrounded by frosted trees. It must have been midday, I thought to myself,

The air turned black all around me, there was no one and nothing in sight. I was wandering in the desert in the dark all alone. Me and two of my friends Jeffrey and Taylor took a trip to Egypt to see the nile river and explore the desert. So we were enjoying our trip when out of nowhere a sandstorm brewed up, The storm being so hectic caused us to be separated from each other. So I am now lost and alone. Up till the storm the trip had been fun filled and stress relieving.

I sit through the boring lecture about amarras day. Im her echo, a backup. When she dies, I take her place. I'm like a carbon copy of her. Besides the little E tatooed on the back of my neck. Natalie, my “mentor” As scarlett calls her. She's talking away. She loves talking. She calls for a break because she can clearly see how bored I am. I go to our tiny kitchen and grab a snack. I'm not supposed to have a name, but scarlett gave me the name eva, Short for evangeline. When I was younger, I never understood why I had to read whatever amarra wrote or look at the pictures Natalie gives me of her life. By the things that amarra has written to me, She doesn't like and or want me. Shes always have said that I will never have what she has. Shes criticizes me all the time. Calling me a faker, a ghost. I'm glad I never have to meet her.

"I can't breathe," my friend whispered, blinking tears from her glossy eyes. I clenched my dirt ridden hands, feeling the sweat begin to streak down my forehead as I tried to find the words that could magically fix this mess. I couldn't find any.

Knowing that her day was going to end in disaster, Marsha drove down the road from work cautiously. Her hand gripped the wheel firmly as she dodged the chances of crashing. At the same time she was trying her best to analize her day. The wonders of winning the contest first popped up in line. She dreamed of the prizes and the speech Tonas Lightning made. But the excruciating memory of Mrs. Jones’s insult blurred her vision. So she chose to forget about it. Marsha remembered when she ran up to her room one December day to find most of her advantages stolen. Then the incident when Mr. Guy whacked her eye causing a nasty black eye to appear on her beautiful face, in her opinion. But the note she stole was really pressuring her mind.

Charlotte Diaz sat on her bed and started out the window. Her finger lightly tracing the cascaded rain drops on her window. She sighed and hugged her knees close to her chest. Her tears began to fall and mirror the raindrops outside. Charlotte could still hear the loud shrieks and arguments of her parents taunting her.

My sister looks at me with boredom as I walk around. The house was basically empty with only us in the house since my parents were in a “car accident.” I walk upstairs throwing my body onto the bed, letting my eyes begin to get heavy, slowly drifting into sleep... I jolt up putting my hand on my head. It had seemed like somebody had shrieked out loud which made me wake up. I hear it again, a loud, painful shriek from downstairs.

Emerald sobbed as she dashed through the woods, tears streaking down her face in salty waterfalls. Dragging the hilt of her hand along her face, she slowed. Emerald ignored the throbbing pain in her feet from sprinting along the brush barefoot. She continued on through the forest soon reaching a road where on the other side was a drop, and about 70 feet down, was a small river, where she hoped her life would end, where all her pain would stop and become a distant thing of her past.

My husband ran into our small house in Sonora with this look of excitement that made me wonder what has given my husband such a big smile on his face. I ask him, “Joaquin what is it what is going on?” He told me in that giddy boyish voice that I loved so much, “There is GOLD up in Alta California.” I gave him a confused look thinking “What did that have to with us.” As my confused look stayed and the seconds passed he grabbed my hands and said, “This is our chance to leave Sonora and for me to finally be able to give you a bigger home if I am able to get my hands on some gold.” Still fathomed by the idea I tell him “but our family is here in Sonora.” He laughs and goes on to say that but our dreams can be in California and if anything our family will always be here. I sighed and he jumped knowing full well that I was going to cave and tell him yes. I could never resist when he was like this. My crazy husband had a dream and as his wife it was my job to support him. We packed up some food and water along with some clothes in our little suitcase. I wish I could say we set off with dreams filling our heads and hopes on the horizon, but we had some road blocks before we were able to leave. Eventually we left heading to find my brother-in-law in San Francisco. It being my first time in San Francisco but my husbands second so he began to be amazed in how it had changed from his first visit to San Francisco. He was excited to see what these Americans have transformed the society.

It was a loud stormy night, no one was able to sleep you were able to feel the thunder from your feet once it hit and could her the spike of electricity from the lightning. Thankfully Gracelynn’s mom had given her melatonin. She was sleeping through the whole storm, but then she heard a loud thump and woke up.