Atsushi : A Short Story : The Story Of A Child's Story

Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.

Children were taught how to be proper children until they were old enough to be told their adult customs.

an early age. He was only four when his mother died, and as soon as he

Self preservation and personal comfort, another consistent theme throughout the story is continuously perpetuated as generation-after-generation of residents are introduced to the unspeakable treatment of this helpless child. Ironically when first exposed to the atrocity, most children were more disgusted and outraged by the horrible predicament of the child than the adults who by all accounts should have been responsible for its protection. This obvious moral role reversal signifies a purity and innocence that is often present in a child’s perspective that is untarnished by corrupt societal teachings and norms. Additionally, the comparison between the moral integrity of

the student whose toy is taken becomes very upset and begins to cry and/or hit the student who took

He was merely 4 years old. Barely even old enough to remember such things, but this memory obviously stuck to him like glue. He didn't have a happy family,

Han snorts, dips his chin slightly before he begins to bob his head because he’s been caught off guard. Doesn’t quite know what to say yet, so he simply puckers his mouth, teeth clicking in annoyance. Perhaps he’d worked alone for too long, listening to people speak basic everyday. On the rare occasion does he catch barely a lick of Modern Corellian. It’s likely taken a toll on him. Moreover, with just Chewbacca around these days, all he ever speaks is basic and Shyriiwook.

“The Children’s Story came into being that day. It was then that I really realized how vulnerable my child’s mind was – any mind, for that matter – under controlled circumstances”. In this quote, explaining why he decided to write his children’s story, James Clavell speaks to how capable someone with the resemblance of authority has the power to radically alter peoples’ perceptions of their own reality. His story, while advertised as a children’s story, has quite a powerful lesson for anyone who reads it. Mr. Clavell challenges his readers to think critically – to question everything. Why does one engage in social conventions? Do they understand the reason behind the custom or are they blindly

It was a great day in the village of Athar, everyone was busy doing their daily chores. The children were playing with stones, the men were away hunting, and the women collecting vegetables. The King of Athar was being a cocky man like always walking around the village ordering everyone around and of course, everyone listened because they didn’t want to be executed. Execution was something the village was just told about. There was this story in which The King of Athar was ordering around the town’s jeweler, he disobeyed and the king killed him for it. This is how life has always been in Athar, we follow the rules and everyone says ‘happy’. But one night everything changed.

“Hey mom how are you doing today?” I said as I climbed into the four door G.M.C. Fine my mom replied. Wow another bland answer I thought to myself I wonder what high school I got into should I ask her or should I wait I thought to myself. “Hey mom any news?” No, she replied. Wow still I got another plain answer. Man, I still want to ask her about the school because I really wanted to know what’s the deal about me getting into high school or not. I’ve been waiting for a good moment for me to ask here the question as we pulled out the schools traffic

His fondest and earliest memory is that of sitting on the front porch in his grandmother’s lap, he was two years old when she passed away. When questioned about the

Takoda felt the vertigo hit him hard like a mack truck and he struggle to keep him upright as the nauseous was slow to leave his body. The mixture of dozen different perfume and the heavy musk of his own vomit was giving him a headache and he shut his eyes as he fisted a hand in his hair. Trying to relieve the slow building pain from reaching even higher. Voices drifted in and out his ears as his blurred vision was slowly coming into focus. In other words, Takoda looked wrecked and his mouth open to forms words, but it came out in an inaudible slurred of words. The man stared was harsh and without saying a single word was able to convey that Takoda nearing death was impending. Even the ghost of a smile did nothing to calm this powerful man ill intent toward him. So instead he bent his head and return the stare with a dirty look himself. The man was looking down on him and Takoda didn’t like it. Yeah, he pukes on the guy but didn’t mean he was somehow trash.

There are many things in this world that people struggle with and there are people that help those people. This is a story about a man named Garrett. This man was a lucky child and had a great childhood until one day in 2012. His friend died. This did not affect Garrett until his Junior year of high school. He had suddenly realized the hole in his heart and why it was there. Now he we are in his senior year of high school and he is struggling a lot with all of the people around him. Now let's get into the story.

Long ago, there was a large plain called Adachigahara. It was a beautiful piece of nature; The birds sang a pretty tune as the wind rustled through the tall grass, and the sakura trees seemed to dance with their pretty colors. But as beautiful as it was, there was a tone of eeriness that followed.

This is a story about a boy, a boy named Gunner. Gunner’s life was… not so good but no matter what happened he always said it’s ok ;)