Civit A Short Story

As my clammy hands were resting on my uncontrollably shaking legs, I was patiently waiting for someone to come out and tell me how Cierra was doing. What started off as a normal twelve year old sleepover, turned into a trip to the emergency room in a split second.

A lot of my childhood memories are not from my eyes. It is as though I am viewing myself and the situation from above, as if I can see all around the situation now. I see myself walking through the church or talking to a family member.

made me feel like I was a little kid. Frankly, I still was a kid, but never wanted to be one. I was in a

The way Charlie wriggled on his lap as she kissed Dan's ear reminded him of their very first time 10 years ago. He looked over her shoulder and saw 15 or 20 boys and girls on the beach. They were dragging big bags of what looked like seaweed and carrying wood and gathering rocks.

peers, from different walks of life. A lot of the times, I felt as if it was my “duty” to ensure

I learned that I have really good people skills and that I work well with kids. I really enjoyed working with my friends to do community service because you feel good after doing it. You also get to be apart of the behind the scenes and many people tell you thank you and that you are doing a good job. I will most likely do more community service during my highschool years because I really enjoyed the experience. Many people can be helped by giving up your time to do the good act of helping out your community.

Dogs have chewed through the front door; half of the door is missing. There is a hole in the front door, and a blanket is covering the hole part of the door. It is unknown how long the door has been that way. The family has been in the home for about 2 or 3 months. The living room ceiling is caved in from water damage. Joshua sleeps on the couch in the living room. The installation and mold can be seen in the home. It is unknown if the children have been sick due to the mold being in the home. There are lady bugs, and wasps in the home. There is no running water in the home; the hasn’t been running water since the family has been in the home. The house belongs to someone else. Jennifer abuses cocaine on a daily basis; she just buys the drugs. She has not

After kissing Jeff and the kids goodbye, Heather pulls the keys from her pocket and gets in a blue Prius. Checking the review mirror, she starts the engine, and her white knuckle drive to work. Byron St. is rammed, I'm going to be late, she thinks. The phone rings, she clicks on the blue button on the blue tooth ear piece. “Hello?”

Among other things, my team and I had the privilege of sitting down and talking with some of the senior citizens in the community. Besides helping the kids with their school work, this was one of the most beneficial things about my community service at the YMCA. In my conversation with some of the senior citizens, it allowed me to really appreciate the viewpoint of the elderly and in return sharing my insight on a few things. It made me feel good because they recognized us for doing something positive in the community and making a difference instead of getting into to trouble.

Jealousy crept through my body when my parents told me that they were going to dinner in the Willis Tower. Who wouldn’t want to eat on an upper floor of the formerly world’s tallest building? My brother and I waved them goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway. I walked upstairs to my room and opened YouTube on my computer. Nothing seemed amiss.

Emma stood there quietly and just stared forward at the man. Just like him, she had never seen another soul here before. She had spent the last two years in sheer solitude, yet here he was. It was like a miracle, but the woman was far from believing in miracles anymore. If miracles existed, she would be either dead or awake by now. Instead, she was here. He was here. They were both here, and somehow they were here together. Why now? Why after all this time was she now being blessed with the company of another man?

Our story starts off in a small, war ravaged greek village. It is not technologically advanced, nor do they know a lot about science and how the world functions. Here, we find Ventra, a young teenage boy, using his wind powers to destroy a small market to steal the delicious fruits. As Ventra is on the run, he bumps into a middle aged woman named Brite. She thought he did it on purpose, so she blinded him with her light powers, knocked him out, and took him to her hideout. When Ventra woke up all he could hear is a woman walking towards him. The room was pitch black, until many torches were lit to light up the room.

On an early Monday morning the sun rises over a small house located in a quiet town by the name of Old City of Rhoads in Greece. When the sun hits the small house, the house looks even smaller and the shadow of the house outlines the old looking torn apart boards holding the roof together. Even though this house looks old and small everyone in the town knows the story behind the man who used to live there, and the family who lives there now. The man who build and used to live in the house went by the name of Floyd Blackwood. Floyd was a master fisher man and would bring food to the town for family’s to buy and eat, because the town of Old City of Rhoads has always had a shortage of livestock. Floyd was basically a hero. He would spend his nights fishing, and his days building a house for him, his wife, and son. One day Floyd finished the house. And while his wife and son were settling in he decided to go fishing on his boat. Floyd went out to sea and started fishing but, before he could even realize how late it was and turn around he was trapped in a sea storm and did not make it out alive. The small house is now owned by Floyd’s wife, violet who lives with her now 17- year old son John.

After saying this, the manager hands out a light blue envelope towards Kazese and he accepts it while bowing to the manager.

“Come along Eva,” my father called. He buttoned up my little red coat and tugged me along. The year was 1940 and I was 7. It was a perfect, crisp fall morning. The leaves fell from the trees which rustled from high above. My father lead me down the long dirt road towards where the other children were waiting. “Bye Papa,” I said. “Behave today Eva, I don’t want you wandering off again, understand?” he replied in his strict voice. I nodded. I walked over towards the other children who were organizing a game of hide and seek. “Who’s going to be the seeker?” a boy named Friedrich asked. “Eva, how about you be the seeker,” he said pointing towards me, I blushed from embarrassment. “Fine,” I mumbled. “Count to 10,” Friedrich called running off into the barracks. “Eine, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn!” I shouted. I ran off and started looking everywhere. I checked down the streets and behind the crates, but found no one. Then I heard somebody singing, curious I looked around. I followed the noise to the fence that enclosed the large camp. “Hello?” I called out but the singing stopped. I looked around and found a small, skinny boy sitting on the ground behind one of the barracks. “Who are you?” I asked but he remained quiet. I asked again, “What’s your name?” “Levi,” he replied in a quiet, reserved voice. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you gonna come play with us?” He shook his head, “No, I don’t get to play.” I looked at him, confused but curious at the