Captain Goatsbeard : A Short Story

The sound of the doors opening evoked an inevitable overlook by my friend and I. A person in a dirty jacket and ripped jeans had just entered and was slowly walking toward the dining hall. As the figure came into

In this line, “He was in the bedroom pushing clothes into a suitcase when she came to the door”. The husband was anxious from his wife’s complex attitude. He had already decided to leave the house. This scene gave

The dusty woven curtains at the end of the hall flapped halfheartedly in the breeze. The window was open, letting in any random bug that happened to pass by, since it had no screen. Margery’s doing, probably. She was Queen of the Hot Flashes. Stopping in front of her apartment, I was annoyed to see ketchup smeared under the brass numeral two.

The doorbell rang and John walked away from Sarah grinning. He grabbed Painted Girl’s arm and dragged lead her to the door. Quickly he opened the door but he faltered when he gazed at its

“Alright, Mother,” James said as he turned to his beloved sister. James tried to teach Ann what he had learned that day when Father entered the house. He addressed the family and sat down at the table as Mother brought a bowl of terrapin stew for supper. The family began eating the wonderful stew, when Ann interrupted the silence.

One autumn afternoon she went out back to empty the Mistress’s chamber pot into the privy, unaware that a visitor she thought gone had not yet departed. She opened the privy door and stepped inside. Just as she lifted the porcelain lid and prepared to pour the pot’s contents into the hole, the door opened and someone stepped inside the small

From a young age, Anna had been thrown from home to home, living with a callous grandmother when she was found to be too ‘intolerable’ to be around her poor addled mother. Her room, which was originally upstairs, was seen as being too much of a risk to her mother considering her numerous rumored problems and as such

“Oh no please don’t trouble yourself, I can carry my bag just fine, Calpurnia,” was the first thing Aunt Alexandra said. Although dressed in a pale blue dress, Calpurnia was still willing to work, but was happy for the extra set of helping hands. “Jean Louise, stop scratching your head,” was the second thing she said. she picked up her heavy suitcase and opened the door.

Suddenly, the rusty door starts to open. When Sally saw Aunt Sarah’s hideous face,she started to scream. “AHHH,”

1. The Man in the Yellow Suit enters the Tuck home with an expressionless face, but Winnie sees something unpleasant behind it. “His face was without expression, but there was something unpleasant behind it that Winnie sensed at once, something that made her instantly suspicious”.

In “The Nose” the consistent way Gogol moved the story along, with just the right amount of suspense, humor, and quirkiness allows the reader to really enjoy this unique story.

“She sat down on the bed, balancing her sketchpad on her knees. The clothes he’d been wearing earlier were flung across the covers, but the rest of the room was as neat as a monk’s chamber. There were no pictures on the walls, no posters or photos of friends or family. The blankets were white and

The meeting of the two men served as a propelling force of the story. Holmes’ firsthand view of Dr. Roylott’s violence only made their investigation much more urgent, while the comments of Holmes just added to Dr. Roylott’s initial despising of him. Along with a propelling force, their meeting was an interwoven conflict in the story as well concerning Holmes and Dr. Roylott. The fact that Helen Stoner had gone to Holmes without informing her stepfather created a new problem between them; furthermore, Dr. Roylott’s aggressive personality caused yet another conflict to arise, this one with Dr. Roylott opposing society. The suspense in this section of the story had a serious tone that had an ability to spark anxiety in any reader.

She clearly knew he followed her because she picked up speed ignoring all rules of gentle behaviour and showing too much ankle but with a satisfied grin James proved himself faster. Grasping her wrist firmly he pulled her through another door and shut it, letting her go he stood between her and the door. In the darkness with only the light from outside to see James saw row upon row of books lining the walls, he’d pulled them into the library. Panting he stared at her. Even soaking wet and dishevelled she was lovelier than he remembered.

“She touched my stuff, John!” Sherlock glanced around the room, hoping to see at least some sign of familiarity. Some small object that hadn’t been moved, but even the mirror above the mantel had been adjusted slightly. The smell of febreeze hit his nose. “She uses too much air freshener!” he added, suddenly becoming aware of the walls. With each tick of the clock, with each blink, with each breath, the walls seemed to close in on him.