Creative Story : A Short Story

Her story is the only story in the novel from a child’s point of view. She continuously conveys throughout the novel the psychological and emotional stress resulting from her past experiences. A similar story to Sharon is any story from the children in Syria. In LA Times, Syria’s Ravaged Children, it is explained how children suffer each and every day. Ultimately, Susan lost her childhood due to her traumatic experiences. Sadly, this is true for the children of Syria. Many of them cannot go outside and play, or go to school due to the dangerous circumstances in the country. In the article, Williams’ states, “once the war is over, the world will be confronted with a generation of children who lost their childhood” (2013). Unfortunately, this is all too common in countries of war. Not many people think about the effect wars have on children; however, it is something that the world should start

Susan stood up for what she believed in and carried this throughout her life. She gave, speeches, arranged meetings, put up posters, and distributed leaflets. She encountered hostile mobs, and things thrown at her while trying to make her purpose. A lot of people were against on her movements but she kept pushing through it all. She was laughed at and made fun of, but instead it seemed to encourage her.

So how did Susan, a person with all odds against her, achieve such a feat? The answer: Growth. Susan, or should I say Ms. Burton, grew her idea of creating a recovery home for women, to a non-profit organization that not only helps women, but their kids. However, this wasn’t the only thing that experienced growth, A New Way of Life grew in support, but most importantly Ms. Burton grew as a person, that helped her transformation from victim to hero.

Her journey began in her senior year of college, when her life inadvertently shifted. She left school to become a wife, mother and an overseer of her husband’s dental office. For years, all seemed well on the outside, but privately Carrie was enduring abuse from her husband. At the age of 36, now a mother of 3, she made the crucial decision to leave, never to turn back. Her courage to step out of an abusive relationship, and pursue a life of the unknown, proved to be a pivotal moment. In the beginning, she shared feelings of fear and adrift. However, through the process of reading an exponential amount of self- help books, she regained her strength. She fell in love with everything that she was learning and began to transform into a woman with purpose. This magnetically, attracted the attention of her peers, seeking insight to her transformation. For Carrie, this ignited the inspiration to help other woman, a process she refers to as the “Domino effect”. She realized that she could support and empower other women just like herself, and unbeknownst to her this was only the

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

                They stop and stare, take one look into her eyes and realize they hold their own story. She's the type of girl people would look at and think, "Wow, she's beautiful. I wish I was her." But, little did they know that this beauty was on the outside, but pain was killing her on the inside. She faked a smile, day by day, but she often wondered if people ever noticed her silent cries for help. Along the way, she realized she forgot how it felt to be happy.

Loss and loneliness are a bitch, learned Lizabeth Streicher at the early age of seventeen after her beloved mother died from kidney failure, two months before she graduated from high school. Teenage ignorance, believing her mother was invincible, and guilt, believing she somehow could have saved her, dwelled in Lizabeth’s sub-conscience well into her adult life, like a sleeping cancer cell.

I feel this story is still relevant in modern society, many people still struggle with the decisions they make in everyday life especially with personal relationships. Susan as a person struggled with the image of being portrayed as “perfect” by everyone who met her. As time went on she also began to question her family life, were they really the picture-perfect suburban family? This is something that many people still struggle with today, attempting to uphold an image portrayed to everyone around them. Certainly in our society, as well as Susan’s, marital issues seem more problematic than ever before. With both parties often being equally unfaithful to one another, which unfortunately extinguishes the love that was once shared.

That evening Kollins returned home, like everyone else at six. She ran up to her room, and wrote down how perfect everything seemed today. After, she scurried down the stairs, to find a fresh batch of cookies lying on the windowsill to cool. She bounced a cookie around in her hand until she was able to handle the heat. She grabbed a glass of milk and plopped down on the chair, diagonal to where her mother sat. A sheer look of sadness covered her mother’s face. “Kollins, I need to tell you something very important.”

In the midst of what stood for a mellow day, a girl finds herself situated in the same maroon arm chair, she found herself in three years ago. Surprisingly to the therapist’s knowledge, the girl’s blank face-expression had survived all these years; and from the looks of it, things hadn’t changed, if not stayed the same all together. Some may even say that in such events, things may always seem to take a different turn into the same direction: misery.

Acceptance. Katie was a young girl with a very ill mother. On her tenth birthday her mom had died. This led to horrible depression in her young life. Also, her peers lacked helping Katie after the death of her mom.

The beginning of your book was not the happiest. I know that you lost your chance at a proper childhood; you knew long names of medication and understood the meanings of words such as “prognosis”, uniformed ladies became your best friends within the walls of a massive building filled with death and sickness and most things became

The people on the huge transportation bus watched on as the beautiful young woman with the cane made her way up the many steps of the bus. She paid the bus driver her five-dollar fee, and used her hands to find the seats, walked down the aisle and found an empty place to sit. Once she settled in, she placed her bag on her lap placed her cane next to her. It had been two years since Gertrude, twenty-four, became blind. One day she just couldn’t see anymore and she fell into a dark pit of despair and self-hatred. She never understood why this had to happen to her; she was so young; it just isn’t fair.

Kathleen sighed heavily. She longed to know for herself what shade her dress was or whether the sky was a bright blue or a dull grey. These small details, they disturbed her to the point they became all she could think about. Since she did not have the answers to the smallest of questions, she feared she’d never see the world for what it truly was. She yearned deeply to find light through the darkness that surrounded her, to be released from the restraint of her lack of sight. If only there were a way to be brought out from the darkness and into the light, but what, Kathleen wondered, or who could ever offer her that?

It was a hot and humid day when a group of students from Lexington High made the long trip to Niagara Falls. They sat on a rundown school bus that jerked and moaned as it sped down the highway. The students quietly mumbled as the heat slowly suffocated them. A sneeze was heard from the back and someone answered with “bless you”.