Connie's Room: A Short Story

After looking at the corpse for a while he decided that he would deal with the body after he ate some breakfast. When he was eating breakfast several thoughts came to his head like, “how was he going to get home,” “is there any other servants in the home,” and “are his friends looking for him.”

The short story “That Room”, written by Tobias Wolff is written all around symbolism. One of the first examples I originally noticed was how he would sometimes gaze out into the fields as an escape from the current job he was assigned to such as “shoveling shit” or “hacking weeds”. As the story goes on, the narrator finally gets what he wants, a job in the fields with the other boys. After he obtained that job, that room that they stay in is a horrible place to live, the conditions are terrible and it is one of the grimiest places possible. This one room though, is filled with symbols, enough that it changes the story in the blink of an eye.

Stashing it under the loose floor board, she then locked all of the windows and doors in her house. She knew he would arrive soon. Crash! The sound of a window being broken on the other side of the house. Sooner than she thought. All she could do now is load the gun and wait.

After the adrenaline disappeared, he started to question himself and his stupidity - just why did he have to hide? This was his turf, ever since he decided that he, from now on, would live there. It wasn 't as if something dangerous was chasing him - it was... The man peeked over to see what had been blocked from his view before, and he saw a scene that was all-too-familiar with him before his eyes; a dealing between a drug dealer and an addict (a quite chubby one at that).

"stay here" he said as he ran into the woods. I stood there for a while, but then a figure appeared next to the trees. It was the man who ran after the thief. I walked towards him with fast steps. He was carrying my bag, his body seemed tired and he was out of breath.

He sure wanted a look inside that room. Wouldn’t do to bust into a sheriff’s worst nightmare without he knew if he was too late, things were gone too far and he’d have to shoot somebody. He’d sure hate to shoot somebody dead, least those Triple Oaks boys. Not now. Not ever. But the door was solid, same as the wall, and no time for a peek through the front window glass.

I had gained my memories back, both my human and my angel memories. Now I was standing outside Adie’s house with my bag at my side when I heard footsteps stop beside me. I turned and saw that it was Alex and James. “Hey guys, wait here for a minute then I will be ready.”

For some unknown reason, Jason felt like he'd just bought a bad car and the salesman couldn't wait for him to drive the car off the lot. He felt the need to sate his curiosity with at least one question.

It took a lot longer than an hour to fix the generator and by the time we’re done, I am absolutely exhausted. Walker had finished the rest of the work, ordering the guards to put some rat poison under it. Flich, surprisingly, didn’t say another word to me. It was a relief he didn’t continue to try to talk to me. I think he finally understands I like space. I’m even more relieved when I’m back in the room; I woke up in. I actually look around this time and realize there are five beds, three messy with blankets and pillows and two untouched along with a few old dressers. I do remember my bed is in the far corner next to the blacked out window.

Streams and rivers fall over stone and carve away the sandy and dusty surface. In time, it will etch holes that are both smooth and rough. Divots of hard matter removed due to the persistence of water. He ponders if the same effect could happen with red lyrium? Not that he would be around to ever see the finished effect.

It was a hot day like no other in Mexico. But the day specifically was like no other. A little 8 year old boy named Jose was running right behind his Papa, Miguel.

As Connie stumbled over her feet while trying to reach the bottom of the stairs, she still remained puzzled. She knew that if she did not go with Arnold, he would kill her family. She slowly got into the front seat of his gold car (4). Ellie had already stumbled into the back. Arnold, with his big shoes, shakily made his way to the drivers side. He got in the car and they took off.

From the beginning of time. Our family lived with this secret. It always starts out with the dreams.

It was a dark and windy night when suddenly the power went out in Liam’s cottage, and Ava, Liam, Olivia, and Ethan were staring at a blank TV screen. Suddenly Ava remembered a tale she had heard when she was younger about an abandoned house in Brooksville (which was a couple miles from where they were). Ava asked, not know how her friends were going to react “Hey guys… have you ever gone up to the May-Springer House’s night tour”.

Clare wondered. She slowly advanced, the scream had come from inside a nearby house. Clare slowly and cautiously opened the wooden door. A slow creak was audible, and there she saw him.