Connerstevens Short Story

Drew Sullivan was torn between his Catholic guilt and feeling free for the first time. It has been a couple of weeks since he fucked Kyle. Drew's kitchen shades were permanently closed, hence their playful peek-a-boo weekend ritual came to an abrupt stop. In Drew's mindset, temptation had been thwarted.

Sarah walked over to the window anixously waiting for her best friend to come over so they can hang out at their secret spot. Sarah decided while she waits for her best friend Grey, she would eat some cookies with milk. She walked over to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk and grabed 3 cookies. "Umm... So tasty!" she says, as she took a bite from the sweet melting chocolate cookie. Ad time pasted Sarah became worried as she wondered if Grey was comein. All of a sudden the door bell rang and she jumped off her chair and ran to open the door and Grey was standing. " What took you so long, I was worried you wouldn't come today." "Sorry I was late, I had to stop at the store for my mom, and speaking od the store I bought some things to take

“Compare/contrast Faulkner’s ‘Dry September’ with ‘A rose for Emily’ in terms of writing style and character presentation.”

It was the most wonderful time of the year, Loganville’s annual choosing ceremony, the city was a buzz. The annual choosing is the highlight of the fall season, every year four people were chosen at random to be given to the great Goddess of Cacti, Renee. For the slim price of four souls the city could rejoice at the small pink flower that would blossom from the towering Cactus surrounding the town. Mayor Dan Curry made the announcement that this year that the first life had already been taken.

It was a cold day in fall, jerry was planting crops. He needs help to plant and grow crops so his dad and jerry went to town to buy a horse. He gets a plow horse to held plow the field so they can plant seeds and grow food before winter destroys the the farmland. Jerry was in middle school, everyday after school he comes home to water the seeds he had planted. When they get the horse the horse is stubborn to get the collar around his the horse was jumping up and down. After a while they finally got the collar on the horse. His dad became very sick so he could not help him. They started to lose money because they had to buy medicine and seeds, jerry had to do something to help his family get money. So jerry went everyday after school to work

Millions of people immigrate to the United States from various parts of the world. In the Namesake, Ashoke and Ashima Ganguli moved to America from India. After moving to America, they gave birth to their two children Gogol and Sonali. In America, the Ganguli family had to face many obstacles such as language barrier, cultural barrier, and loneliness.

The smell of burnt things filled Allison's nose. If she weren’t in so much pain, it would’ve been hard to decide which smelled worse: the burning rubber, the burnt hair, the Sheriff’s smoldering corpse, or her own blistered and charred body.

“The look in his eyes as he lectured me made the guilt even worse.” Troy Etchberger said describing his first junior high experience. Troy Etchberger was finally a seventh grader in junior high at his hometown school of Conrad Weiser.

The article “American Short Fiction and World Story” by Alan Cheuse compares the old tales to the modern short story. To start the article he talks about the old type of stories by famous writer Homer. Here talks about how these books are written by the culture of the time. With that being said, he makes the assumption that the old time tales are only applicable to the time in history they were written. This is pretty obvious because in today’s world we rarely see the events that happened in such ages. Next after talking about the period before modernism he starts to contemplate the creation of the modern short story. Here he makes a surprising claim, where he says that the modern story actually started in the United States with the famous poet Edgar Allen Poe. This is surprising to many because in the literature world most people associate modernism with European writers such as Chekov and Flaubert. He actually states the this modern sense of writing started in North America, then went to Europe and finally arrived to the res of the world including North America again. So we are left to ask, what is the modern short story like? Well, Alan Cheuse compares the modern short story to the art story. He says the perfectionists of it such as Hemmingway; owe their credit to writers like Poe because he in fact started it. The art story is a story that is written and can be applicable to any situation within real life. That is Alan Cheuse argument, and main ide of the whole article.

He had a face, but it was a clean, blank slate. An empty canvas upon which his experiences, sights, and thoughts splattered upon it in certain manners and colors of paint. A scolding from his mother would paint a bold, intense slash of rage, guilt and lots and lots of tears. Somehow these feelings of inadequacy and hopelessness and anger dominated themselves over the more faint, soft watercolor clouds of his train of thought, unadulterated by any anger inducing occurrences. The empty areas of the canvas, meanwhile, were overshadowed, and sometimes Clyde felt restricted. It was almost as if he was gasping for breath, and couldn't breathe. The air was simply too dense for breathing.

In the year 1876 there was a poor little boy named Jack. He had a cow named Milky White, who he loved dearly. His mother thought other wise she thought this because Milky White would only eat all day and never produce anything. Jack and his mother were in deep trouble one day and needed to get money desperately because they ran out of food. So Jack headed to the town center. When he got there a baker asked for Milky White because since Milky White produced, “milk” the baker thought it was a good idea. The baker gave Jack 1 piece of bread and Jack took it. When he got home, he shows his mother the bread and she was so proud of him getting food. Jack was so proud, but upset at the same time. Jack was upset because he just lost his best friend today, so he went into the woods and hit bushes with a stick he hit a bush with a solid hit. When he hit it these white and sparkly beans fell to the ground. Jack picked them up and decided to take a couple home. Jack showed them to his mother and his mother thought Jack should plant them and wait for them to turn into delicious beans. Jack ate supper and went to bed. Jack woke up to a huge green branch sticking through his window and ran downstairs and went outside. IT WAS A HUMONGOUS BEANSTALK. Jack was so curious about what was at the top of the beanstalk, so he started to climb up to the very tippy top.

Naervon was born in Ithania at the beginning of the fifth year to an unknown female and Faldin, one of the princes of the Ishkor family. Smuggled out of the family by his mother to be protected from the war his family started, in secrecy he was taught about his family. When he turned two his mother died and it set in him a fire that would burn with hatred, hate for every other wolf who came across him. His pride for his family name would spur this prince into one day becoming a King feared and hated. He would trust no one, unless they earned it but even then he would refuse to trust them completely. NOW: Working for his way once more to bring his family name to the way it was before, Naervon will wade through blood and bone to gain the honor

One event that saddened me, was the treatment of both children by the most terrible people ever, the Mosses. The saying looks can be deceiving are all too true when the children first met them. Of course, the caseworker thought they adored all children and just were good people; However, Ashley knew early on it was nothing but a facade. Once the caseworker left, the true evil began to show.

Sarah did, she analyzed, understood every single decision but it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted him to say it.

Everyone in the conference room knew that there had been several very wealthy and extremely gorgeous women trying to say they have some type of relationship with the actor Hunter Avery. There were also numerous restraining orders being filled by the truck load each week because of his delusional fan base. However, what has sparked my curiosity is the fact that no one knows the name of the woman who he was actually dating or if there was only one. It wasn’t until now that there was proof that there is someone in the background. By the looks in some of the people in the conference room eyes, they had doubts I had something.