Essay On The Story Of A Short Story

You stay here,” Ken ordered the other dog and rushed into the yard to check on Margaret. “Smoky, you stop that and come over here,” he called out several times before the dog bowed his head and went to him.

Our story starts off in a small, war ravaged greek village. It is not technologically advanced, nor do they know a lot about science and how the world functions. Here, we find Ventra, a young teenage boy, using his wind powers to destroy a small market to steal the delicious fruits. As Ventra is on the run, he bumps into a middle aged woman named Brite. She thought he did it on purpose, so she blinded him with her light powers, knocked him out, and took him to her hideout. When Ventra woke up all he could hear is a woman walking towards him. The room was pitch black, until many torches were lit to light up the room.

“No! We are better than that. We will wait till the storm stops and we will drop him off at the East End of the woods, from there he is on his own.” Dawn came around, and a dense fog scattered across the mountain tops through the gulches. A hunting group moved out; they carried on their way after

BOOM!, BOOM!, BOOM! As the bombs hit the surface of Earth from a Martin Baltimore a bomber plane. It was a disaster the small town Yogi Socky in the middle of nowhere U.S.A.was destroyed many were killed for a few boys hiding in the cellar of their church. All the boys knew each other's name because they are close members of the church George, Mark, Logan, and Ryan. George said,

Samuel Townsend was a very poor man. He didn’t have a job, and he ate scraps out of the trash for nourishment. One fateful day, Samuel was walking towards the tavern to get food from the trash, when he spotted a fakir on the side of the road. The fakir looked anxious, and he called out to Samuel, “You there! Please come here!” With nothing better to do, Samuel started making his way to the man.

CRASH! ZAP! POW! A thunderous lightning bolt struck Billy while he was flying his kite outside of his house in the clear, blue, Arizona sky. Billy lied in the dead grass and had smudges of soot across him as though someone drew on him with a pencil. He mustered out a couple of coughs, while a small, black cloud escaped his mouth with every cough.

Iris walked on the dirt path of the village. The wind blew her black curly hair behind her as she walked, and her tattered blue skirt swished in sync to her footsteps. She walked up to the only place that her feet could take her, and that was the Village Store. She stared at the sign in front of her. “White People Only.”

“BANG! BANG! BANG!” it was not uncommon to hear Richard outside with his shotgun. As a 50 year old farmer living in Missouri, Richard loved the sweet smell of potatoes and the sound of his shotgun. He didn’t make any money as a farmer and had grown to detest people. Richard resided in a craftsman style house and the closest kin to him lived 60 miles away. Although he was not the best shot in the world because of his poor eyesight, the target still received a bullet half of the time. On a normal day, Richard would water the fields, milk the cows, feed the animals, practice target shooting and follow it all with a hearty dinner and full nights sleep.

It was a short yet much needed weekend for Scoob and the gang, full of bright colourful days, and lit by the scorching sun. Luscious waves which were breaking close to shore and palm trees swaying side to side, as if waving to the fishermen who were pulling in their monster catches from the sea.

As me and my son Aiden,little fiery one, sit outside our hut on a warm, dark night while my son finish his upper body exercises. After finishing his exercise sweat dripped from his thick eyebrows and wide body, he stands next to me and ask me a question I have been preparing to answer since he was a child.

I trotted down the dusty road to the farms to do my everyday work, and started thinking of what if I was a Noble? Eating two immense meals per day, and being the wealthiest in the kingdom!

“No, but he seemed to just sit and stare at me for near on my entire shift. I was going to point him out to you but he just disappeared.” She said and suddenly started to get an uneasy feeling. “Ulyana, do you get the feeling we are being watched?”

“I’ll tell you how I survived,” the old man said. We sat in an empty coffee shop at a table set up next to a floor to ceiling window. The window looked out onto a busy main street with crowds of people walking back and forth. I kicked my feet, too short to touch the ground, against the legs of the chair. The old man turned a half-empty red mug around in circles on the table. “It’s quite funny, actually.”

His eyes were squinting as they flickered open to see the bright hospital lights on the ceiling. Everything was blurry and all he saw was white. The monitor to his left began beeping faster as his heart started racing in panic. Faintly, he heard the nurse calling out his name, “Collin, Collin you’re okay…” her voice faded in and out, ”you’re safe now… you don’t have to worry.”

“Silly Caylee, they aren’t coming back or waking up. I made sure of that.” He laughed as he threw me on the floor and gagged me with a piece of cloth. “Now Caylee you listen to me and you listen good! If you so much as make a peep, I will kill you and make it slow and painful. Got it?” He sneered in my face. I nodded my head as the tears kept coming and coming. He pulled me up by my arms and dragged me out of my house. I looked around hoping one of my neighbors might be up and looking around. But unfortunately no one was up. Jimmy took me over to his old and rusted van and pushed me in the back. I looked around searching for anything that I could use as a weapon. He stated the van and took off in an unknown direction. I kept looking around for anything we I seen a loose pipe in the back.