Bound Of A County: A Short Story

The next morning, the woman’s car is found on the side of the road in a ditch by a passing driver. He pulls over to investigate, and the woman is found dead and stabbed multiple times. It was a gruesome site. The police are called in and they decide to investigate by asking the locals if they knew anything. When the gas attendant was interviewed, he claimed that he heard about an escaped serial killer on the radio and said that he saw the killer in the backseat of her car crouching down. When he told the woman to come inside he was really trying to warn her that the killer was in the backseat of the car without alerting him.

The story is describing a tiny village seems kind of quiet, but in fact it’s not. The village has a traditional ceremony every year that people in the village will murder an innocent villager. The age in the village is not a big deal, no matter how old or how young are you, once you get picked randomly just as same as lottery ticket, if anyone who gets picked, then he/ she might be killed. As I read the store, I knew that in the story they murdered a little girl. This seems to be very silly, but this is the tradition in the village. For instance, the black box is a very important object in the

Someone is in my house and they are trying to find me. Send help. He has a gun. Send help. He’s in my kitchen shooting and breaking plates. I’m scared. Send help. I’m locked in my office waiting for someone to help me. Send help. I hear knocks on my wall and gunshots. I can’t run and grab my hunting rifle from my room. Send help. I’m locked in my office. Send help. Their footsteps are coming closer. Send help. He’s shut off the light. I think it’s Sean coming for me. My computer is illuminating the room. Send help. A few months

The Black Box in the short story “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson signifies the physical connection between the villagers and their unwillingness to give up their tradition. “The Lottery” is very unpredictable and quite misleading. The black box has no functionality, except every June 27th. Shirley Jackson depicts the black box as an important and traditional tool.

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

John Summers lives a nice life. He has two kids that have grown up, graduated college and moved out of the house and are very successful. John’s wife, Jenny, had recently been diagnosed with cancer and passed away just a few months ago. John was very much in love with his wife, but just before she died, John noticed she would never be happy with him. He started to think she was upset and wanted something against John. One night, a few months after Jenny passed, John couldn’t sleep like usual. He got up, walked to get a glass of water, but he tripped. John gets up very confused, and turns on the light. He tripped on the rug. John knows for a fact that there was something under the rug that tripped him, but when he turned the light on, there

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

He’s rushing to his car not knowing what to think while he’s on the phone talking to the hospital. “Is she gonna make it?” he said “I’m not sure son just hurry and get here” the man said. As he was driving he began to panic not paying much attention to the things around him he ran and red light not noticing that he was going over 60 miles per hour then BOOM!!! A large truck struck the side of the car flipping it multiple times he began screaming then all of sudden he heard his name “BRYCE! What the hell are you yelling for?” his mother said. He woke up sweating and breathing heavily “ I 'm sorry mom I was having this crazy dream.” Bryce said. “You scared the death out of me but get up and get ready for school.” She said.

I woke up later when I heard some rattling at the door handle. Panicked, I call out “Ethan, is that you?” As soon as I said that, the rattling stopped and I could hear footsteps in the hallway as the front door slammed open. But there wasn’t anybody there. I screamed as loud as I could and not even two minutes later Ethan was running inside to find me. “What’s wrong?!” He asked looking terrified. “Nothing, just a bad dream I guess.” I said with tears streaming down my cheeks. “That doesn’t explain why the door was open.” He said sternly. I insisted he should go home and he gave me his phone number in case I needed anything. I tried as hard as I could to stay awake, but eventually I succumbed to my

On the near side of the cove, you begin to climb again, up a twisting, turning road, which leads to the top of the long ridge that splits Tennessee and echoes the edge of the Cumberland Plateau, from which I had left,.. Crossville being atop that geographical feature. The ridge is called Walden's Ridge, and I grew up on top of it, on the southern end of Rhea County, which is the county where I now reside.

When she woke up the next day, there was a piece of paper on her pillow. It had a phone number on it and a name, Walter Hamasaki. So, she called the number and someone answered. “Hello, this is Walter Hamasaki. Sorry I am busy at the moment please leave your name and number, and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible,” beep.

As he sweat, it trickled down his face, tickling him. He laughed more and more as the sweat moved. He was becoming less scared and wasn't worrying about the elevator or the lady, who was starting to fade. She was a figment of his imagination. He was all alone in the elevator now. He stood up, still sweating, he began to breathe heavily again. He heard a sound…he shot straight up, gasping for air, he's awake now. He yelled for his dad “Hey dad, I had the craziest dream

Has it really been that long since Alexa was elected. Taking her focus off the calendar she went to the living room to turn on the tv. “When Alexa won everything got better. The hatred stopped and everyone was actually happy. Alexa fights for equal rights for everyone no matter of their race, skin color, or economical background, and on top of that she had special financing programs set up for families that could not afford college, or that can not provide food on the table daily. How much better can our new president be!?” The news reporter said with excitement in her voice. She continued, “Just look at all these people that are gathered here today, signing up for special financing programs.” Sari got bored of watching that channel since she knew it was pre-recorded so she switched the channel to a live broadcast. “SHOCKING NEWS AT THE BLUE HOUSE SOMEONE HAS BEEN KILLED AND A NOTE HAS BEEN LEFT!” The news reporter frantically announced.. “All I can say is that the note had an initial -A” There was so much background noises the news reporter tried going up to the security room when all I heard was “THE SECURITY FOOTAGE IS

So jake said” hey there is someone crying in the woods let's go and see what that is.” I replied in a scared tone” NO WAY THERE COULD BE CREEPY STUFF IN THERE!!!!!” “ who cares” replied jake laughing. So after that we went in the woods quietly. We heard footsteps and we jumped like a kangaroo. We told kate to stop joking around it's not funny. She replied “that wasn't me i didn't do it i swear. So as we were walking we starting to hear crying again. We were worried that we were gonna be killed. So we kept on walking……. I felt something on my back and i turned around in the quickest instant i didn't see anything so i kept on walking. I felt it for the second time. That time i got worried and i started to run. I looked back and told everyone to run too But, I could so i stopped and started to look around to see that all my friends were hung to a tree. I started crying and i fell down and laid there for hours. I woke up not knowing where i was. I started to run. I saw something and started to run again. After that i got stabbed in the back by something. I couldn't figure out what it was because I

John woke up to his screeching alarm at 5:30, slamming his hand down on the snooze button subsequently. “Fuck”, he bellowed in anger. He arose from his bed and rubbed his eyes as he entered his bathroom. John winced as he turned the bright light on, he grabbed a towel then hopped in his morning shower. He lathered up then rinsed off, doing the same to his hair. He dried off then headed downstairs and poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the tv, the news channel was showing live footage of a bus crash on the highway. He let out a snide laugh, “sucks to suck!”