Cierr A Short Story

There is injustice in the world everyday and all too often, many bad things happen to good people. In Saki’s short story, “The Storyteller”, the theme that the world isn’t just black and white is shown through his use of symbolism, foreshadowing, and irony. Saki’s use of symbolism is demonstrated through his use of the the color black and white. In the story, ‘black’ represents evil in the world along with death and depression. For example, the colors of the wolf help us explain this symbol of color and that he was a bad wolf. For example, Saki states that the wolf was “mud color all over, with a black tongue and pale gray eyes that gleamed with unspeakable ferocity.” The color white resembles the innocence, purity, and goodness in the story. This is Bertha's dress that she is wearing walking with the medals. For example, Saki says “her pinafore was so spotless white and clean that it could be seen for a great distance. The bachelor uses this color to help the kids' picture what he is talking about and give them a visual note. The theme helps us realize about how there is injustice in this world. For example, Bertha is a good person and she has all these medals for being so “horribly good.” When Bertha is invited the the princes park because of how good she is, she dies by a wolf because of her white dress being so white the wolf saw her first instead of the little pigs. Because of Bertha’s “white” innocence, she is killed by the evil, dark wolf, showing the reader the

I reach over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, for what feels like the 100th time tonight, however I’m completely awake now and realize it wasn’t the alarm, it’s my phone. My heart is pounding so hard, because I know it must an emergency, for someone to call me this late. I dialed the number back with my hands trembling, finally I hear this little muffled voice that I didn’t recognize at first then I realize its Jamie. She said, “Please come and get me, I need help” I asked her where she was but she couldn’t even tell me, then the phone went silent.

I immediately rushed to my parents room; no matter what age I seem to reach, mother always knows best. I abruptly shook my mom awake, explaining the situation in-between sharp breathes of pain and anxiety. With her being a nurse, she immediately began to make calls; pacing back and fourth in the background, I awaited my fate.

As I stood there, propped up against the chair, waiting for Carrie to finish packing up her belongings, I was overwhelmed at the thought of Civitan not being the same. I stared off at the chipped, peeling, uneven paint, the stained carpet, the emptiness of the office.

Laying my head back down, I rewind what the nurse had said. 5 years of coma? The year of 2095? What is going on? I thought. My mind kept trying to wrap around the thoughts, that I didn’t realize my parents had hurriedly stomped into the hospital yelling my name. Tears rolling down my mother’s cheek and big smiles flashing in the background. It took me awhile to notice it was my parents but I was still glad to see them.

“Aubri Bowen.” the nurse said. I looked up, I saw the nurse standing right there. I really didn’t want to do this, but I had to. I stood up, my heart was pounding. I followed the nurse down a hall and into a little room. I was so nervous for the I.V, even more than I was for the surgery. I really didn’t want to be at that hospital, I was already shaking and they didn’t even start doing anything. I couldn’t stop thinking about the I.V, and how bad it was going to hurt. I laid down in the bed, and then the nurse started talking, I hoped she wasn’t

It’s been missed before. Don’t feel bad if you do it too; there’s a sign that points out Whitewater State Park, but not the towns that surround it. It’s okay. It’s a small place surrounded by cornfields. It's cozy. I mean, if you like the small town feel, Altura is the place to be! I bet if you stood on one end of Main Street, you could spit into the farthest yard on the other end. Altura is in a sort-of funny spot. It's only 11 miles from the heart of Winona County and 13 from the fairgrounds, yet most people never know it even exists. There are maybe four hundred people; however, you would not know it in the winter. It’s a ghost town then. The old folks all leave for Florida or somewhere else, somewhere nice. Despite the flaws, Altura has a lot to offer all year round; it will always be a part of me.

Coming off the bus from my first full week of middle school, I vividly remember the abnormal absence of cars in the driveway. Using the spare key under the “welcome” mat, I opened the door only to find an empty house with the lights still on, TV running, and cold leftovers. As an eleven year-old coming home to an unusually vacant house, panic flooded my body. Immediately, I sprinted to the home phone and frantically dialed my mother. The dissonance rings that followed as I hit the call button seemed to last a lifetime; my breath drew still as those consistent buzzes stopped and my mother's comforting voice answered “hello”. The pounding in my chest ceased, yet worry still overpowered my conscience. She explained that she and my father had to abruptly leave to

I watched as Johanna tried to talk to Ella the way I had, but she still laid limp. I was crying too much to speak, so Johanna's husband Jim called my parents so they knew what was happening. It felt like hours, but the ambulance finally arrived. I ran down the three staircases to the bottom floor so the paramedics knew where to go. They had all these different machines and started hooking her up. They surrounded her to the point where I couldn’t see her. Johanna told me she thought she was having a seizure, and when she said those words, I fell to the ground thinking it was all my fault. “I should have been watching her every second. I never should have taken my eyes off off her.” All I could think was my little sister, my everything, is going to lose her life

A young man was quietly sitting on a cliff. Above him was a clear blue sky, and before him was an endless ocean that spread as far as eyes could see. As he peacefully watched the scenery, he heard hundreds of footsteps closing in from behind him.

My heart skipped a beat as tears threatened to fall. “What hospital did they bring her to?” I managed to whisper. “I will keep you updated honey.” assured my dad.

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

Namid didn't hide her approval of the meal Ivan described, she bit her lower lip to repress her smile and nodded in agreement. Inara smiled and felt her stomach practically twist in need as images rolled through her head. "I don't think we have ever had real corn on the cob, just that weird corn substitute. Much less a real garden," she looked to Namid and smiled, it seemed like they had just stumbled into what seemed like the best place ever. The only fear Inara had now was what would happen to them if it was all to good to be true?

Guilt, despair, and heartache laced the congested ICU room and I trembled, struggling to keep myself upright. My dry, cold hands gripped the countertop, sending pain up my arms from the sharp edges. Thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn’t understand any of them. I stood lost and confused with the rest of my family. My lip quivered as I glanced around at everyone’s sullen faces. All of us were here for one reason. She lay on the small hospital bed in the center of the room, silent and still.

"Stop what, I'm not touching ya." Carlos laughed and pressed his hips into her ass, allowing the girl to feel the thick bulge of his erection through the fabric of his jeans. "Not yet. Ya really think Jimmy's not gonna let us fuck you, you don't know Jimmy, and I can't wait to bury my cock in that tight, little cunt of yours." Keeping his voice low enough to be inaudible to the others, the Hispanic tightened his grip on the girl and slid one hand up to briefly squeeze a breast as his gaze slid to his companions. First, to Jimmy, to ensure he hadn't noticed his little infraction with Alyssa, then to Duane.