Beauty In The Heartache Short Story

My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too

cousin and grandfather had drown, our family was saddened but we had to continue. Almost a

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

Just like Newton's Third law of motion, for every action there is a reaction. This is a universal theme appears in three short stories. In the first story, “The Tell Tale Heart” the narrator wanted to never see the old man’s creepy eye again but he would have to kill the old man so he did, then his guilt overwhelmed him. In the second story, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”, the town’s people wanted everything to be perfect but there was a child who did not fit in so the child was locked up, then everyone was happy. In the third story, “The Sniper”, a republican sniper wanted to kill his enemies but his hiding spot was given away so he came up with a plan, then killed someone who he regrets. All of the short stories have a lesson that form their themes. First, "The Tell-Tale Heart" shows the lesson of peace requires sacrifice. Second, “"The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas" shows sacrifice is needed for happiness. Third, “The Sniper” shows inhumanity leads to tragic consequences.

In short story of The Tell-Tale Heart the narrator and the victim both play a significant part in understanding the reasons behind the crime committed. There is little known about the victim, other than he was in his bedroom. He was in his bed every night when the narrator came into his room for seven days straight before committing the crime on the eighth day. The narrator shows little reason for the senseless murder, leaving the reader with many questions. Is it the vulture, pale blue eye, that made him feel so uneasy? Did he have a past with the older gentlemen? All are question a reader are left to wonder even after the short story comes to an end. The narrator, the murderer, seems to be a dark, mental disturbed individual and he had

was the passing of my Uncle, my Mother’s older brother. He was an inspiration, a mentor, and

My parents decided to let my grandfather move into the house so we can take better care of him. Everyday I would assist my mom and help my grandfather, I even moved out of my room into the basement so he would be comfortable. Six months later, my grandfather passed away. That was an emotional experience for me, I didn’t know how to cope with all the emotions I had. I had feelings of anger and sadness, as a result I began to lash out and started to get in a lot of trouble. After a while, I was tired of always being angry and sad, I just wanted to go back to the loving, happy child I was before this occurred. Which was extremely hard because I felt like I lost my best friend. I began going to counseling, which help me cope better with the loss of my grandfather but, you can never really get over death of a loved one.

We were in Arizona at the time and the only people at my grandparents place was me, my brother, my dad, and my grandpa. Everyone else was out walking or at the farmers market. Me and my brother were fighting and my grandpa yelled a little bit at us to stop. Then my dad told us to stop, so we did. Next thing I know my grandma and mom are rushing him to the hospital. It all happened so quickly and I was so scared. We were supposed to be getting ready to drive to the Grand Canyon that day and stay the night in a hotel, we ended up not going though. Instead my dad took me and my siblings to a miniature golf place while they were at the hospital. I was really scared because I was there when it happened. Finally we got the news that he was okay. I was beyond thankful that God decided that he wanted him to stay. That was a very scary obstacle for me and one I won’t

Then he was diagnosed with cancer. But the problem had already started. He had not been to the doctor in years before that so nobody knew about the cancer. The tumor grew and they could not take it out because of the placement. But they tried to kill it with chemo. Every appointment my dad went their with him. When he came to are house. I was too young to realise that he was going to die from this tragic disease. So i kept on living my life. Being fresh and talking back. But the biggest thing i had ever done was when my grandpa came to my house after chemo one day. He was joking with me and called me and cluts when i tripped. So i called him an idiot and that i hated him. After a couple weeks without seeing him. My dad stopped getting calls from my grandpa for about a week. So they called the police. My grandpa was found at his house sickly. They rushed him to the hospital to only find his blood levels mixed up. They helped him and discharged him. But my Father mother and aunts made him stay at the hospital. But one day when my parents brother and I were at the beach house we got a call from my aunt that my grandpa was dead. My dad rushed to the hospital well my mom brought my brother and i home.little did i know he was still alive, but barely. I was not crying the whole time. I was to shocked to feel emotions.When my father finally got home at about 11:00 PM. He broke the bad news. My grandpa had died a few minutes after he had gotten their. That was the moments that i realised i had to be more respectful. To everyone. No matter if they were a stranger or a close friend. I knew i had to graduate from the childish kid to a mature

This one time my grandma was surprised when me and my dad walked through the front door after my dad got back from being deployed in Iraq. My grandma's death was hard when I found out by my mother. She pulled me into her room and told me that she had passed away, it was a shock at first because I was thinking that she would pull through and be home in know time. I started to cry like a normal person would, it was so hard not to tear up again after

My father passed away when I was 14 while in Nigeria for a business trip. When we received the news, my mother and I were in our home and our family came to deliver the news to us. My mother was devastated and stopped eating for a while after she found out. Moreover, my brother was not home when we found out. When he returned home, the

When she’d heard her apartment phone buzz she had thought of ignoring the car until it went away and climbing back into bed with a good book. The only think that made her go was the thought of seeing him again.

Everybody in my family was heart broken especially my dad. The news was so sudden because I left school early and I didn’t understand why I left. Once I got home, I saw my dad crying on the sofa in the living room. I knew something bad has happened. As in bad because I have never seen my dad like that before he sees himself as such a powerful man that he seems so vulnerable. Weeks after my uncle's funeral there was, of course, another argument. I saw myself as a kid who was torn and split to be shared between a family that was close to disaster. It was hard, I used to blame myself for everything to see if I was able to resolve the

It was as if my heart stopped beating and time froze. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a wonderful sunny day in May 2009, I was having a fantastic time outside playing soccer with my brother's, everything was perfect until my mom got a phone call. It was my Aunt Cindy, she was frantic, rambling on and on and on to the point where my mom couldn't understand her! My mom got her to calm down and had her tell why she sounded so worried. She nervously mumbled ¨Our dear friend Dale has been hit by a Kindercare bus and is in critical condition and on her way to the hospital¨. Dale was my Aunt Cindy's best friend, none of her family is alive, so she's spends all holidays with us and is a very close family friend she basically is like

The tell tale Heart story is about an anonymous narrator who kills the old man with whom he lives because he cannot bear to see the blind eye he had. There is a full list of things of interesting things to be analyzed.