Arthur Raeburn's Short Story

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

The night air is warm in Maycomb, perhaps even welcoming one on a nightly stroll. Perhaps on any other day, I’d relish the air and the newspaper in my hands. Not tonight. Tonight, the humid and warm atmosphere tortures me; it drives me crazy. It adds to the already strenuous mood. Desperate for a distraction from the waiting, I focus my attention to the newspaper in my hands. Scanning for any interesting stories, I flip through the newspaper. Insults hurled toward me, words of anger tossed at Tom Robinson. Despite the foul things that were written, I could not find a place in my heart to hate these people. Each and everyone was a person I had known since my childhood, each knew me, yet they let their good judgement be blinded. I look back at the jailhouse, curious if the

James is completely alone on the open road. Everyone in his life is gone: his parents, wife, and siblings. He picks up a picture of Thomas, his brother and best friend, admiring his curly hair and warm smile and bright eyes. Near him, James felt like a kid, like a dog ready to play with its friends. Five years ago, Thomas walked home from the supermarket when a flashy car exploded out of the corner and knocked him over, never getting him on his feet again. A part of James also never got back up that day, or any day after the incident for

Brent walked down the dirty road to Old Irt’s home, or what used to be that. He stood outside, memories flooding back to him. Closing his eyes, he creaked the door open, dust falling to the floor as he did this. Inside, Brent saw nothing but books and old papers. He sat down in a chair and picked up one of Old Irt’s books. The first page was blank, all except for something Old Irt had written inside it.

Riley felt emotional while reading the letter from Roger. He didn’t know Roger could write an average letter for a young man who hasn’t been to school for about 2 years now. When Riley and Roger went to the same school back at Kennedy High School, they both had the same english class for all four of their years their. Roger wasn’t the best at english but on the other hand, Riley was fantastic at it. He was one of the top students every year in the class. But somehow, Roger would always end up in the same class level with Riley. Riley remembers when one time when every student had to write out a ten thousand word novel for the class. This novel was the final for that semester. Students were chosen to read a paragraph from their novel in front

On September 5th 2016 I got backed into by a car. It was labor day and my best friend Reiley, her brother Wes and I were going to the beach to use sparkles to celebrate labor day and after I was to sleepover their house and go to freshman orientation. This day happened to be Reiley’s dad’s birthday and earlier that morning her great aunt passed away so it was already an eventful day. We drove to the beach and jammed hardcore to irreplaceable by Beyonce. Once we got to the beach we all got out of the car Reiley was driving, Wes was in the back seat and I was in the front seat I playfully hit Wes and then we started walking to the beach Reiley had run ahead because a minivan was backing up leaving Wes and I behind. Nothing was unordinary until

He saw the Stitch his sister had fell out and was laying in the floor. As he was about to take it to the rest of the boxes he hesitated, Looking at it. This was the last piece of his childhood he had, and he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it. He would give it to his sister when he saw her again as a gift, as she showed great interest in it. He went back in his car and headed straight to Raleigh. He would’ve roomed with Jake but he got accepted at a college closer to home that he preferred. Walking into his new dorm room carrying a large stack of boxes he tripped at the entrance but someone caught the boxes before they fell. He was greeted with a hand to help him up. “The name’s Pete, You must be

Greg sat up in bed and peered out of His window looking at the dull, dead and dry city that used to be New York. He loved the mornings, every one in is family was happy, his Mum would smile as she made the beds, his dad would sing as he lifted his ten year old sister, Lizzy, high in the air and then there was Penny, she was two and Greg adored her and it broke his heart when her health started to deteriorate one year ago, he couldn't do anything but she is strong for her age and although the circumstances even she can giggle when she wakes up to this cruel world. But in a few hours like every other day the happiness would fade away when the real world

He had stood in the dark, gloomy doorway — illuminated only by the small front porch light — mute and motionless for a few seconds; he had been preparing not just himself, but me too for what he was about to reveal. I guess that somewhere deep down I knew what it was the whole time. I mean, they were gone for many hours and only returned around one on a school morning; what else would that mean? He hesitantly approached. Even a few feet away, the medicinal scent of the emergency animal hospital radiated off of him. He peered down into my eyes; that’s when he finally said it. “I’m sorry, Hun, she’s gone.” He was talking about my Golden Retriever, Kylie, who meant more to me than anyone or anything in life. As he finished, tears started

Richard’s friends and family wrote him letters and sent emails, asking if he was all right and why he never left his house anymore and why he never wanted to see anyone at his house anymore. It got so bad, that Richard felt compelled to answer everyone to put everyone’s fears to rest.

Carol walked down the street holding her boyfriend, Henry's hand. As they walked Carol turned to Henry, "I need a jacket for the music festival." " Let's go to that vintage store over there," she said pointing to the store on the corner. "Okay, it looks a little creepy though", he hesitantly sighed. They walked across the street to the store. The sign above the store read "Dare For More". Then, a woman walked out with a bag that appeared empty. The door screeched shut, then screeched open as Carol grabbed it. The couple walked around for a while looking at things that looked over used. They stopped at an old dusty box that appeared as if it had not been touched in years.

He remembered his whole disaster-filled life. After he married Rebecca, they learned that she had cancer and was pregnant at the time. He recalled the doctor asking him “who do you want to live, your wife or your child?” It had been the toughest call of his life. It was so hard that he refused to choose. Rebecca passed away, and Albert was left alone in the world with a child. That child was the delight of his life for sixteen years, until the day she ran far away from home. When she left, Albert felt as if he couldn’t go on. Life for him, was over. He sat in his room, crying everyday looking at their

James began to think about his past, about what helped him get to where he is now. He thought about it all day, but he couldn’t think of a thing. He grabbed his blazer off of the coat rack and closed up shop. Walking down the corridor, James communicated his goodbyes and “See you tomorrow”s before exiting the building. He walked out the door

The house had changed a bit since he had been in it so long ago. The house was way more quiet. It seemed as if someone threw a blanket over them that blocked out all sound. Roger sat as Ms.Bates ate her chocolate and they talked for quite a while. It was nearly night by the time Roger and Ms.Bates had finished catching up with each other. It seemed as if the whole world had passed Roger by while everyone else was pulled along with it. It seemed really weird to see Ms.Bates with a little more grey in her hair then the last time he saw her. Ms. Bates thanked Roger for the chocolates and they said a long goodbye and Roger left. He l new that it wouldnt be long until he and Ms. Bates met up

As autumn comes and orange leaves fall, Michael awaits for his wife on a plane coming from the city. Relaxing on the couch and watching the news, life was hard and stressful for Michael so the little time he got alone were treasured. The stress he gained from his demanding wife and job all-consuming really controlled his life, this constricted his heart and gave him heart problems to surprising anxiety. Whilst watching the news, large letters fill the screen. “Plane Crash no survivors”, expecting his wife wasn’t in the crash, he doesn’t really pay attention until the list of people’s names appear. The last name brought mixed feelings to Michael, “Louise”. He frantically walking back and forth he begins calls his friends, one after another saying