Drek's Death: A Short Story

As Chay got near the front doors of the hospital he jumped off his bike, ran through the doors, down the hallway to the glass windows where he had last seen his mother. Chay looked through the glass window, but he couldn’t see her, so he ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the

A stillness settled around them, all the hospital sounds fading into the background as the enormity of Tom’s admission finally hit home. The dark-haired officer rose to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy. But as a surge of adrenaline secreted into his system, his eyes darted wildly around him and the sudden need to escape the close confines of the room overwhelmed him. “I can’t...I...I’ve gotta go!” he blurted out, and spinning around, he stumbled out the door, hot blinding tears blurring his

The most important aspect of the Latin American culture has everything to do with honor. Women have the biggest responsibility when it comes to honor. Losing your honor might undoubtedly portray as the worst deed in this culture. In a Chronicle of a Death Foretold the author Gabriel Marquez demonstrates the horrifying actions taken when losing one’s honor. The purpose of this paper is to analyze the events that occurred in the novel and compare them to the same the culture and also the outcomes of going against your religion in different cultures.

He woke up in a dark room. He was numb and dizzy. The figure of a man kept on flickering through his head. He couldn’t move. He had no memory. His whole body was full of pain and agony.

The next day he met up with Amii and told her his weird dream and wanted her to come with him to the abandoned

His alarm went off at 6 A.M., at which point he sprinted into his parents’ room to wake them up. They slowly climbed out of bed and walked downstairs with him. He was elated when he saw toys, games, candy, movies, and more. That’s why he couldn’t believe when his parents said there was still one gift waiting outside. He had more dreams of what could be out there; a pet dog, a flying car, you know, basic child things.

I felt my face getting red hot as I raced down the hospital hallway. I bit my lip, slamming into the wall. I pushed myself back and ran into an open elevator. I tried to study the floor numbers but my vision was blurry from the tears building up in my eyes.

He decided to take a nap and hoped he’d wake up with a normal temperature. As he was drifting off he thought he saw a small spark jump off of his skin as though it were to start a fire.

In November, Dyrick started to focus more on making the explosives. Elise was practicing shooting more and more. Her accuracy was spot on and the weapons blasting didn't affect her anymore like it use to. One day Dyrick and Elise were in his room talking about the plot. "Lisey, I've been making more pipe bombs and such". "And such?" "I've made about two gallons of napalm". "Napalm? What are we gonna use napalm for?" "I don't know, I just made it for fun". "I see". "Next we need to make some big propane bombs." "Do you know how?" "No, but I know a guy who does. Don't worry Else, I'll find out how. I got this all under control." Elise said "I know you do and kissed him. "Come here" he said while patting his lap. She sat down on him and put her

Rodney groaned as he was woken much, much earlier than any sane person should be getting out of bed. His mild annoyance increased in severity when he remembered today was the designated Sunday. He rolled over to identify the what in God’s name caused him to wake up while the 24-hour clock still had a ‘0’ in front.

Drachneg cursed Ares’ overconfidence. As he’d told the war god, these elements didn’t favor mobile warfare or even his style of fighting. He remembered how his father had bested the Amazons a generation earlier.

Finally, finally, the sirens stop. It’s so sudden, flooding the air with a moment of silence. My ears start to pick up the city noise again, faint and comforting in its normality. I hear footsteps behind my, and I turn to meet them. Two police officers are approaching me carefully, their guns drawn. What’s happening? Why do they look like they’re coming for me? I didn’t do anything. Questions flicker through my mind, none of them staying long enough for me to answer them.

Sirens shattered the air, the escaping prisoner hurled down an alley, as helicopters closed in. The prisoner rushed down a crowded street, snipers trying to get a clear shot, as the prisoner rushed into a walking mall, pushing people aside like flies, and running down a flight of stairs and bolting towards the ocean, freedom.

The next morning Nicki woke up at the rays of sun shining in the room, she slowly opened her eyes and noticed she wasn't in a familiar place, she felt his arm wrapped around her body and his body pressed onto the back of hers. She carefully snuck out of his embrace making sure she wouldn't wake him up. Once she was out of his grip Nicki sat up and looked at him reminiscing on the night before's event.

It was two o’clock, when he realized that he’d left one of the books upstairs on his night stand. With a dramatic sigh, he rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to his fourth-floor dorm room.