Broken: A Short Story

As I looked up from my book, I saw my mom sit down next to me, crossing her legs as she turned the tv on to some weird show on the history channel. Not paying attention to anything other than my book, I was startled when my mom gasped. Suddenly, I was startled when my mom gasped, then I was overwhelmed with the strangest, but somewhat familiar sensation. As my ears started to ring, the only thing I heard was my mom shouting “Scarlet!” and the balding man on the tv say something along the lines of “painting, 1600’s, stolen, found.” in between the loud ringing. As I looked at the painting, the woman in the painting was overwhelming familiar, I gawked at her hair that looked as though it was the darkest depths of the night sky with eyes being

In a fit of rage and frustration, Daniel Howell shove the unorganized pile of schoolwork and textbooks away from him, resulting in numerous packets and other assignments to collapse onto the floor after falling off his desk. Dan angrily runs his hands through his greasy, curly hair and down his face as he sighs exhaustively. Glancing at the clock, he becomes aware that it reads 3:37 a.m., and he has to wake up and get ready for his classes on campus in less than three hours. As much as he dreams of crawling into his warm, comfortable bed and falling asleep, he knows he must complete every bit of his homework for tomorrow (well, more like today) before he is able to. However, for the past few nights, Dan has been unconsciously sleeping on his

I layed my body on the soft green grass with a light sigh, as I was lying on the grass I looked up to the glistening stars in the sky with tears forming in my eyes. I was thinking about my parents and the things we used to do before they were murdered by a group who call themselves Silence. They are a group known by anyone and anything, and what they do to people is just unbearable.

“Hunter, you shouldn’t even bother to tag me. I’m too good for you,” I told him, so he

There was a point in time where I had no intention of getting better. My constant visits to the doctor were not that reassuring either. At this point in my life I had stopped caring about anything and everything. Yet there I was the second—maybe third, time that month waiting for the white slip of paper that got me out of classes. My parents sat on either side of me making sure I did not bolt from the room, as they tried explaining to the doctor how much progress they thought I had made. Though none of what they said was true, I still gave them credit for trying. Their lack of knowledge on my mental state was in no way their fault. In fact it was mostly mine, considering that back then they barely saw me during the day, partially

Honestly I didn't even know Nate very well. I had only met him three times, but he had made quite an impression on me. Nate was the kind of kid I just couldn't forget. He always seemed to go out of his way to be friendly, and he had a contagious energy about him that made everyone want

I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. A beautiful line, no doubt, but I mustn’t take credit. I remember seeing her at her best. I remember telling myself that she would get better. I remember seeing what she would post on Facebook and pretending that I thought she wasn’t slowly killing herself. I remember seeing the blades sitting on her desk and throwing them in the trashcan and acting like they didn’t hold any significance, only to repeat the process the next weekend. I remember hearing her stories about falling out of that damned tree and telling myself, “Oh yeah. Those scars could totally be scrapes from the tree bark.” I remember ignoring the brokenness of her smile. I remember not doing anything about it, and I remember foolishly telling myself that it was all in my head.

Every event has two sides to the story,in this case it was so much more unexpected. In a neighbourhood where practically nothing happens,everyone knows each other,the houses are pretty and the families are perfect,but every once in a while you must have something break the balance.Its usually an affair or teenage pregnancy scandal, but never has it been this bad.

Distorted narratives are capable of twisting what the typical, nowhere near out-of-the-ordinary telephone pole means and the little emotion associated with it. With the assistance of shocking facts, she is able to completely change my perspective of something so simple and create a complex view and upside-down interpretation that drew out feelings of heartache and horror. In our day-to-day lives, people come across these thought-altering events such as pimples. They have the ability show up even when so many precautions are taken to avoid them. Common objects, like telephone poles, or common occurrences can have such deeper association caused by awry actions and backgrounds. As I continue to transition from high school to college (even a semester

A human can last 3 weeks without food and one week without water yet, Louis Zamperini lasted 47 days on the open ocean with little food and water, along with his two comrades. Unbroken written by Laura Hillenbrand is the true story of an Olympic class runner named Louis Zamperini who gets drafted into World War II. He then gets in a plane crash while on the way to Palmyra and is stranded on a small raft with two other men, and is then taken as a POW on a small Japanese controlled Island. These are the horrors most hope to never face, and I can say that I would most certainly not make it through the first week without a mental breakdown.

Around the divorce, she started to soften. She melted like butter. I would see her cry, exposing this sacred and untouched vulnerability that we had no idea she even owned. She would give more full hugs with her bony frame, and even though they didn’t feel like much, they meant more than anything else. She progressed into someone more human, in my eyes. Before the divorce, she had seemed to be some firstborn idol. She was perfect, and did everything right. Now she seemed more touchable and

Drake is one of the most cruelest people there is. He is an overweight criminal with an unexpected smile. Drake works in his prison workhouse, with his wooden splintered hammer. He does labor all day to make up for his twisted pure evil crime. The hat he where's is a bandana to hide his bald head. Threatening other prisoners with his sharp stick carved by a knife. Drake wears the biggest size shirt at prison there is, XXXL, it is still to small for him. His belly shows out and his pants don't cove his knees. He only has one shoe with toilet paper attached to it.

It was 3 A.m when the only sound around was her crying Crying your name because of the pain you gave her 3 A.m conversations no longer live Not a single 3 A.m giggle Giggles are now the sobs of a beautiful girl He gave her pain no one else could have 3 A.m screaming your name into her pillow Mascara down her face Those beautiful eyes he once loved Now are all red

Pain changes people, it makes them trust less, overthink more, and shut people out. Louis Zamperini, from the biography Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand, goes through an infinite amount pain. Hillenbrand recounts Louie’s story of pain, loss, suffering, and finding a will to survive. Enduring all if it Louis Zamperini survives; but with after effects that could ruin him. Ruin or not the captivating book is an unbelievably moving story: there is one message that comes out of reading this biography. Through the struggle of it all we gain strength to make it out alive.

WWII will remain as one of the most tragic wars of all time. With an astounding death toll of over 60 million people- 3% of the world's population in 1940. In the books Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand, and Night by Elie Wiesel the horrors of WWII are told in detail about the main characters near death experiences. Hope is a defining factor throughout the journeys of main characters Louie and Eliezer. The theme of hope in the face of adversity is a theme common to both stories. No matter how dire the situation may seem, there is always hope to be found.