Essay On The Short Story

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

Secondly, the father in the story had been fishing for years, and he was trapped in this tradition. He had been living a miserable life because all he wanted to do was to be educated. This is shown by how his room was full of books and he spent most of his free time reading there. The father could not go and study because the mother always had an expectation that the father would fish and earn money for the family. However, since the father did not like the life of fishing, he also did not want his children to be trapped in this tradition. He allowed his children to read the books. Also he told the narrator to go back to school when he dropped out and helped fishing. He said, ”and if you are satisfied, I am not, it is best for you to go back”(188). It shows that the son going to school can satisfy the emptiness of the father. He even killed himself so the son will get away from fishing and go study, as they had promised before. The narrator loved his father. He cannot abandon his dream. Therefore he was working at a place he didn't like.

Short Story The ancient house sat astride the cliff's rugged shoulders. Sections of rendering had fallen away into the tangled vegetation far below, revealing thick stone slabs underneath: toothless gaps, the dark smile of an old bearded gunrunner, and the oblivion of a whisky drunk, Brazilian whore. The house was four stories tall and had almost been reclaimed by the jungle; this ornate Churrigueresque fortress had been smashed and peppered for centuries by tropical elements intent on a gradual stripping away of its baroque stone carvings.

the foam in the river, and started out to get it. The other two, Chris

Ash grinned at his Pokémon's determination. "Alright then. Start with an Agility!" Pikachu ran circles around Squirtle, showing his superior speed. Gary wasn't impressed.

Yep, yeahs, and ah-huhs were all replied back to her, but when Peggy took notice of what Zack sounded like, her gray eyes shifted firmly to him and then bulged from out her head. “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?”

That is the friendship and his longing of beautingful things in the wold. I think this is the most exciting part in the book. The only friend of the old man is the boy. They love each other, help each other, take care of each other. Like the book said”I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket.” The boy really cares about the old man. He knowes the old man is poor and he wants help him, for exampel:” They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took his trousers and went to bed in th dark. He roolled himself inthe blanket and slept on the other old newspaper that covered the springs of the bed.” When the old man is fishing, he called many times the name of the boy. ” I wish i had the boy. To help me and to see this.” this proves the old man needs him, when he says aloud the bloy,s name, he will have strength to go on. The boy is his only friend in this world. Because He lost his wife:” These were relics of his wife. Once there had been a tinted photography of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down, beacuse it made him too lonely to see it.” So he has only the boy, therfor he is important to the old man. ” What i will do if he decides to go down, i don,t konw. What i will do if he sounds and dies i don,t

He was on his way home when the accident happened. Everyone thought it was because of the rain and in a way, that was true. It had been bucketing down, making it hard to see through the heavy rain drops on the windscreen even with the headlights on. The front end of her red car had crumpled from impact, making the windscreen implode with shattered glass. The front passenger door was torn from it hinges laying several metres away and the front wheels had spun off their axis into the night. There had been so much noise. A choir of grinding, exploding, popping and then finally the soft silence of the night.

My feet, so reluctant to move moments ago, now wish to race us towards his table, and I have to put all my effort into slowing them down as to not appear too eager. Upon his table is an array of papers and books, and of course, a bottle of whiskey parked next to an empty tumbler. He slides along the sofa, allowing room for me to sit beside him. “Are you sure?” I ask. “You seem pretty busy.”

“Keep your guard up, Naoko. I told you I’m not going to go easy on you,” Yumichika firmly instructed.

“Yellow is a lovely color for you, Layna.” Jon informed her as she greeted her friend. Alayna smirked as she removed the wreath from her head and shoved it down upon his ginger brow. “I believe it suits you better, my lord.”

In a small village called Rabbitville, there was a community of rabbits that worked together, cherished each other and loved the environment. Everyday day little Jack Daniel would go to the community carrot mine and harvest just enough carrots to keep his family sustained. The people of this town tried to keep the carrot mine a secret from the outside rabbit cities, because of how precious the mine was. It was also Jack Daniel’s great- great-grandfather that had started this mine and Jack would do anything to preserve the mine that has sustained the people for generations.

I washed and dried our pots and pans from the stew me and my mother Claire had ate the night before. I hear soft footsteps leading up to our small plain tent in the middle of our village, we call Sarawari. I arm myself with a petite knife and stand in the corner of the tent by the opening. Footsteps reach the door and I jump out in front of my mother.

Evelyn perched on a leather chair, slouching, with a dazed look. She ran her fingers through her thinning hair, a cloud of misery raining on her. Life was unfair, terrible, and extremely misfortunate. Soft pats of rain hit a small window frame in her room, causing discreet splats. A hushed creak broke the uncomfortable silence in the room. “Sweetie?” A dim figure peered through the crack of her door, but when she came to the light, Evelyn saw her, with a worried look on her pale face. “Are you alright?” Evelyn grunted angrily, and stood up, out of her seat. “Mom, just tell me already.” Her eyes narrowed at the sight of her mother, she clenched her teeth. There was a noticeably awkward silence, and the sound of them breathing rippled

“He is in prison. We have not made it public that he took money from Yashpal to send you with him. We understand it will malign your life forever. But we would like to tell you something very important. Which we think you should know”