Essay : A Story Of The Short-A Short Story

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

"Lower the mizzenmasts, secure the jibs, let loose the topsail," Susan barked out her command's as she turned her ship. Wondering if anyone was alive on board that small boat. Pondering how anyone could survive in the heat of the summer sun without water to sustain them. "Ready the pole hooks, and the ladder," she bellowed out as the small lifeboat drew near.

Rita Louis was floating at the oil shop waiting for the spaceship to come when her best friend Shelby Kenny came towards her with two crater cookies. “You know… Ms.Chelsey said you can take one other person to go with you on the trip right?” Shelby playfully said. “Yeah I know but it’s so hard to choose between you or Bret,” said Rita. “Don’t sweat it, it’s okay if I don’t go, I just want you to have fun,” smiled Shelby. “Thanks, shelbs!” said Rita as their tentacles hug. After the ship rolled up and float them to school.

Diary entry number 45, February 9. “I, John, am writing this in from deep space. Me, Michel, and Ralph are here in some kind of mothership. So far, we are fine here in the lower portion of the mothership . Although if we don’t move and get off this ship, I have a feeling that we will be in for a nasty treat. Vanessa is trying to get to us, but I don’t know where or how she is going to get to us. I do not have any ideas on how we are going to get off of this thing in one piece. I feel that most of this is my fault. I shouldn’t have gone in that lunatic’s house. If I didn’t plan the intrusion, we wouldn’t have to be in this mess.”

“Not yet, but she should be.” Anna headed up stairs. We should probably talk in our room else she’ll expect a full day’s report when she does get home.” I followed Anna up to what had become our bedroom since I moved in. It was a good-sized room, with a large window on the far wall with two beds on each side, and a night stand in between. My side of the room was pretty bare, I hadn’t brought a lot with me, other than a couple of books, clothes and my laptop. But I set up what I did bring on the dresser. Anna’s side was

Jim Thomas was a 40-year old who was happily married to his wife, Jane. They never had kids, and were happy with their life. Their marriage that was approaching it’s tenth year was a successful one. They weren’t social people, and spent time together whenever they could. Jane didn’t work, but Jim was a successful scientist who travelled all around the world by a ship he had built himself. He called it the “Jeanne,” because that was his wife’s name in French, and her parents lived in Paris.

“Ah! I can’t forget this,” says Teague, taking the folder in his left hand while he searched around for his bag with his right. Obviously he

Ann Marie took charge telling everyone that it would be best for them and the children that they remain calm and go about their day. Violet soon after came up with the idea to have a dance like they did before. So up on that idea one of the young parents, the father of a now crying child but once was a very happy cheery child took out his guitar and began to play a up beat tune. One of the mothers began to sing along with the tune, she sang of happiness and delight. Children slowly began to dance and play, men and women danced together smiling and laughing. It could not have been more than twenty minutes that the captain knocked on the door and entered, he had news for everyone aboard the ship. Music stopped as did the dancing and playing, for a moment time stood still as everyone waited holding their breath for the news. The captain said that help had arrived and there are two exits on each side of the front end of the boat, you must be calm and must not

“Come in.”  Ralph walked in. “What can I do for you lad?”  Ralph looked around the room and saw a control panel and a communicating system.  There was a picture of a woman and two children.  Ralph assumed that they were the captain’s family.

Both of the brothers left their home country and their comfortable, cushioned lifestyles in search of some excitement. To their prevail they did experience just enough freedom that allowed their minds to trick themselves into thinking they were conquering the world to some sort. After a few minutes of silence, Ernest already began to doze to the sermon of the waves as his brother watched the clouds absent-minded. The brothers were reconnected with reality once the realized their vessel had beached itself onto the shore. They pulled the boat across the gravelly sand and accidentally caught a glimpse of the setting sun. The sky demanded their full attention, the sunset was so seamless and well blended with rich pastels of orange, purple and yellow, it was impossible not to

But it seemed like a good one. She led. I followed. She laughed, and so did I. we made our way to the very front of the cruise ship. Avoiding anyone who looked like they knew we weren’t supposed to be there. The VIP section was called the Gold Class. VIP members were allowed at the very front and were supplied a fancy meal area outside. We were not VIP members, but did we care? No. Should we have? Probably. Definitely. My sister’s name was Pricilla. You be Rose! She said, eyes wide with amusement. I’ll be Jack, because I’m taller. I didn’t argue. I stepped up onto the lowest rail, holding on for dear life. I did not realise how high the boat was. I could see the water being thrashed around by the force and power that the ship cut though it with. The ocean was a lot bigger than I thought. I felt small. Smaller than usual anyway. I felt too frightened and stepped down. Knowing that we were doing the wrong thing. Pricilla rolled her eyes and stood on the rail. See? It’s not that scary, you big baby. She released the top rail from her grip and spread her arms out to the side.

“Okay well you missed like all of your shift so you can just go home.” Ronny says

“I knew something was odd about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it!” Molly said excitedly.

Jealousy crept through my body when my parents told me that they were going to dinner in the Willis Tower. Who wouldn’t want to eat on an upper floor of the formerly world’s tallest building? My brother and I waved them goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway. I walked upstairs to my room and opened YouTube on my computer. Nothing seemed amiss.

My eyes sting and are red from all the crying. I look like I’ve been beat up, and my face appears double the size because of my puffy eyes. This morning, I visited my wife’s grave after a week of mourning with my son. While I was there, I saw a small bag of bread perched on top of her grave stone. There is something peculiar about the bread, and it brings me back to my childhood memories...