Dead: A Short Story

     Some say that people never change. They may be right, but no one really knows. What people do know is that every living person has one thing in common, something that will never change. Everyone will die, there’s no way around it. Every “new” and “old” generation will succumb to the same ghastly fate. The differences in the “old” generation and “new” generation sometimes collide in life. The contrast between generations in James Joyce’s “The Dead” is similar to the contrast in the generations today. The “baby boomer” generation is the old fashioned generation preoccupied with hospitality and tradition, where as, “generation x” is the new generation, preoccupied with knowledge and intellect.

In the novel The Dead, Gabriel Conroy, who is the nephew of Julia and Kate Morkan, is the main character of the story. One night he and his wife attended a party, which was given by his two aunts, and there were many other members in the party. The story revolves around their life and memories.Gabriel Conroy felt a blur between his soul and the dead. Some people died, but they are still alive because they have true love. Some people are alive, but they are still dead because they never love.I like the story for three reasons.

“Thanks, dear,” I said as I took it and set it in the door pocket. “See any sign of our van?”

Jason stepped forward and extended his hand. “Good morning, Mr. Birch. We can’t tell you how excited we are to have you here,” Jason said.

Medieval China, as seen in the Stories from a Ming Collection, was characterized by distinct separations between men and women’s abilities, typical old fashioned family structure, and a desire to advance their social status. Throughout all the stories in this book, it dives deep into different aspects of how men and women are treated, how families were structured and how that affects their lives, as well as the values these people held. A very common trend in the stories was how different men and women were treated and the limitations they may or may not had.

When I was in third grade I got suspended. It was my fault, I got suspended for two things. First reason was I hit my teacher with a flying pencil top eraser. The second reason was because me and my friend was not the most appropriate people in our school. We were always doing something bad.

“This poor young man has entered your presence without your consent, my lord.” Said the taller of the two guards. The man approaches to a point where he becomes slightly visible out of my peripherals. I instantly realise who it is and turn around to

The receptionist normally situated at the front desk was absent at the moment. Wether she left or was simply on break I didn't have time to contemplate over. The ride to the fourth story was one of subtle unease. Such unease mounted into alarm when i saw the door was slightly ajar, lighting pouring out from the small gap of space.

Several faces were painted as Calaveras, or skulls; some were colorful, intricate designs, others were simple, yet elegant, with black and white. People were gathered to celebrate the Day of the Dead. Day of the Dead is celebrated on November 2nd. This was the 42nd day of the Dead event hosted by Self Help Graphics, at Felicitas and Gonzalo Mendez High School. This year’s event was subtitled, “Alas de los Muertos, The Return of the Souls.” According the pamphlet handed out in the information booth, “the return of the souls,” refers to the monarch butterflies that return every year during the Day of the Dead celebration. With this as a subtheme, many artworks of butterflies displayed throughout the event. In addition to the artworks, handcrafted tissue paper carnations and papier-mâché skulls were used as décor, which tied the Day of the Dead look together. Along with the beautiful displays of artwork, there was also food and entertainment at the event. Vendors selling food such as pupusas, tamales, and posole. The entertainment consisted of face painting, children’s art workshops, and performers such as Brenton Wood, The Wise Guys, and El –Haru Kuroi. To accompany the festivities, there were dance and face paint competitions. Not only did I attend the event, but I also volunteered by taking orders and selling merchandise.

Sitting on the couch is boring sometimes, unless you're watching a movie with your Parents and siblings. Sitting on the couch thinking it would be a great afternoon while I was sitting on the couch with a Cold coca in my hand and drinking the sweet taste thinking it would be a good afternoon at my House, A commercial cuts through the movie, I walk into the kitchen and mom says “Ethan can you go feed thumper?, also don’t forget water as well” so I replied “ okay I’ll head right down”. As I jumped down the stairs and walk to a plastic cage I see my best friend, He is cute little rabbit named thumper, I opened the cage hatch and took him out and held him, I cared so much for him my insides were warm and fuzzy, Until it happened.

“Time of death: 05:42.” you have just lost the patient you have been trying to save for the past five hours. Defeated and exhausted, you discard your gloves and begin preparing the body for the morgue. “You can’t save ‘em all!” a colleague utters in a vain effort to cheer you up, and smiling politely, you continue with your work. While the Emergency Room is not always so bleak, this can be the outcome of even the hardest days work.

At a farmhouse between merging rivers, Montague La-Rose knotted the last rope that held together the bags he’d stacked on his wagon. The farmer twisted and pulled the jute twine tight in the morning sun as its waxing light peaked in the sky. He was five miles from the Capital, already late to deliver the herbs and spices he’d promised the King of Illyrium.

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It’s been 180 years since her death yet Sarah Marshall Simpson is far from forgotten. From local urban legends, to alleged ghost spotting’s, the mystery that is Sarah Simpson lives on.

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