Dave And Rose: A Short Story

Humans are the most extraordinary creatures in this whole universe. People are capable of unimaginable things such as loving with all our heart, building structures to the sky, and creating more people. But, sadly, no matter how much love we give, how tall the buildings we create are, and no matter how many more people we birth, we are and always be corrupt. We will always be full of evil. Full of crime, and hate. We murder, we steal, and we lie. We are bringing hell onto the earth once full of pure kindness. In the mass of all this hatred and crime, there are a select handful of people who show this world that the earth isn 't as bad as it may seem.

My story is "The Christmas Hunt". The author is Borden Deal. So he wants to go on the Christmas hunt. But his dad won't let him go. Course he is too young. He wants to proof himself so he takes his dog and goes to kill some birds. He thinks if he brings back a full bag of birds his dad will bring him to the Christmas hunt. But then a flock of birds go up and he was going to do a drag kill but he shot to early. (BOOM) he shot his dog in the leg. The dog runs away slowly. He grabbed the dog and ran as fast as he could run. He brought it to his dad. At the end the dog and the boy were friends again. All in all, all good things come to the one who

It was late in the evening on September 3rd in Cassopolis, Mi when Dave Weiss a truck puller known as dynamite dave came up to the sled to pull. No one could have guessed what was going to happen that tragic night but like all surprises this one was a real shock. This is the story of the night Dave Weiss died doing what he loved to do. I will tell you now that this isn’t a story of how he died in a big crash, boom, or bang with guns blazing this is simple and just sad to hear for some.

The end-of-season mad dash is in full swing. Things are falling into place on our schedule pretty rapidly, and as of right now, we are going to be out of town the 2nd through the 5th of October. It does look like we have that Friday, October 6th open. If you can’t make that work we should be able to identify some dates in the subsequent weeks that will work. Darrell is out the rest of the afternoon, but I’ll speak with him Monday and I’ll get back to you with some options.

Suddenly, the cat with three legs crossed the street, and the truck crushed the cat into pieces. Blood was everywhere and one his leg was never found. After we glanced at the cat for a while, we continued the trip. When we turned the bike into cemetery, there was very noisy voice from the cottage house next to the cemetery. It was like someone scream for help. The noise became louder and louder as we went forward. Then, we heard another screaming voice come from the house. We looked over the house and saw the mockingbird locked in the cage. The bird was screaming "help" very loud when we looked at his eyes.

One summer morning, my Uncle Dudley was in his sugar works clearing rather large trees with a chainsaw when he cut one in just a way that it fell on him by accident. He was pinned beneath the tree for a few hours with his leg snapped apart. Earlier that morning as he headed up the mountain, Dud left his phone in his truck along with the firefighting radio he almost always has for the volunteer fire department. That day my uncle thought he was going to die. Before too much time went by, he decided that he wasn’t going to allow himself to be left like that, and instead allowed the adrenaline to take its toll. Somehow, he found a way to wriggle himself out from underneath the tree, and drag his very broken body down the mountain to his truck so

All of a sudden, as all hope seemed to be lost, an old man leaped off of the giant monstrosity of a roller coaster, unjammed the switch in midair, started the ride again, and caught my little brother. “Hooray!” Cheered the crowd of people as the ride started slowly, I looked at the old man and said thank you, then I noticed that his leg was broken, and blood was trickling down his leg. The drop ahead was slow, I enjoyed the view, it was so beautiful as the lights made the night look extraordinary, I enjoyed every moment of it, I felt like the old man was happy for us, I would never forget his

this little boy had just turned 6, and to was celebrating his birthday with his parents and friends, they lived in Florida and were big businessmen and woman, they were celebrating mike’s birthday in the harbor, where big ships come to deliver goods. Mike had always loved the ocean and the sea, though he also liked animals of all kinds. He personally picked this place for his party. How? Well, there were pictures of paces laid out on the floor and he was to pick which looked the best to him. Now, his parents really did not like mike and were planning to send him to an orphanage to be adopted by someone who actually wanted him. They were far too busy to give him the care he needed and mike was ruining their image because he was not a formal child, he loved to play in the mud and create things out of the trash.

David Heard is a tall, slim teenage young man. He has black hair, blue eyes and is well shaven. He usually wears active/casual clothing such as Columbia and North Face, which leads you to believe that he enjoys the outdoors and sports. He speaks in a deep voice, practicing good grammar and frequently using his hands for emphasis.

In the beginning, of story one wich is call “The Big Toe.” The story is about a boy that was digging a hole in his back yard when he stopped and realized that there was a toe in the ground. The boy showed his mom the toe that he found. Some how the mom thought is was a great idea to eat the toe with the soup. Then the dad came home from work had he craved the toe into three pieces. The dad gave one pice to his son and another to his wife the last pice was for the dad. The family went to bed and fell asleep but the boy was in the middle of a deep sleep and awake. Then the boy heard a voice coming

One cold stormy night in an alley there was a basset hound. She was just a little puppy. She was all orange and white with a black sport around her eye. She had no tags no collar; she had nothing on her. The pound saw her eating food from a trash can. There was three trash cans and one black cat in the alley and trash all over from the little pup. The pound missed him by a hair. She got away and run off. She found a red barn so she got in the barn and that is where she slept for the night. The next morning the little pup got scared off a weird and unusual sound. The sound sounded like this, “Moooo”. The little pup ran out and saw a bunch of kids and wondered what happened. She went

Come over here, right now you little rat. Cali walked over and sat down. The owner, Bob, gave Cali so catnip. Cali ate up, then she went and sat on the chair in the corner of the FAMILY Room. The Owner went over to the closet grabbed his whip, whipped the dog off the chair, then He yelled, “ Little Rat you know you’re not supposed to be on the chair. Cali fell off the chair and ran to the closet and decided to go to the bathroom. The owner saw Cali do that and he whip her almost died. Bob, had been through a rough childhood, his dad was never home. His mom paid no attention to him only to his little sister. Cali and Bob both live in a one story house with no windows. The Yards grass was about 2 feet tall. The houses wood was starting to rot.

Father had injured himself with the plow and was resting. Mother was preparing supper. The sun was beginning to set and I was quite frightened of being alone in the dark. I beat the clothes faster and faster so I could go inside. I felt blisters on my hands. I stopped beating for a moment to rest. Just then I heard a squeak. It was the hinges on the pen. The abactors had come for Bessie!

Once we had made the fire we all got chairs and sat around it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something hop into the fire. I went to see what it was, and I found a toad that was extremely burned and suffering. I went to grab it and my dad stopped me. He knew that I was a huge animal lover so he went ahead and let me grab it out of the fire. Once I had him in my hands I blew on him to see if he would jump or not. He didn’t. I flipped him over and looked at his stomach to see if he was breathing and he was, but just barely. I knew I had to act fast. I brought Mr. Hopps inside and got a damp paper towel. I wrapped the paper towel around him and held him for a little bit. After a few minutes passed I unwrapped him to see if he was breathing better and he was. Later that night, I took him back outside at sat him by a bush.

I called Walter to supper, Walter called down and said he wasn’t hungry. I knew then and there something was wrong because he never turns down my food. Well then I called him for the second time and he finally walked down, once my eyes looked him up and down and saw he had happened. My husband looked at me and I looked at him we sat down, but before we ate I asked Walter why he was all bruised up. He didn’t answer so my husband asked him what was wrong the Walter said my leg stiff, as Walter limp over to my side of the table . My husband stared at him. Finally, in frustration my husband stood up and told Walter to stand up and drop his pants, when I saw the bruises, the cuts, and dried blood, I thought someone had beat my boy to an inch of