Essay On The Story Of A Short Story

It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.

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

Why did you leave me in this world all alone, I thought in horror. “Why,why,why,” I cried angrily. “Why dad, why did you pass away, why!” I screamed in pain and cried in anger.

Human behavior is one of the most studied and talked about traits of human beings, for it makes us who we are after all. It is prevalent in books, movies, stories, and most importantly life, everything we do involves it. In all of the short stories we read, aspects of human behavior where the basis of the writings. The short stories "A Rose For Emily" and "Barn Burning" show excellent human reactions to life's challenges through the themes of social status and death.

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.

Hiding behind fallen hair, she rubbed her palms against her jeans (Jacob and Emma both changed into more inconspicuous clothing).

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.

On an early Monday morning the sun rises over a small house located in a quiet town by the name of Old City of Rhoads in Greece. When the sun hits the small house, the house looks even smaller and the shadow of the house outlines the old looking torn apart boards holding the roof together. Even though this house looks old and small everyone in the town knows the story behind the man who used to live there, and the family who lives there now. The man who build and used to live in the house went by the name of Floyd Blackwood. Floyd was a master fisher man and would bring food to the town for family’s to buy and eat, because the town of Old City of Rhoads has always had a shortage of livestock. Floyd was basically a hero. He would spend his nights fishing, and his days building a house for him, his wife, and son. One day Floyd finished the house. And while his wife and son were settling in he decided to go fishing on his boat. Floyd went out to sea and started fishing but, before he could even realize how late it was and turn around he was trapped in a sea storm and did not make it out alive. The small house is now owned by Floyd’s wife, violet who lives with her now 17- year old son John.

It was the night of the heaviest fall rains; water flooded the earth. Deep in the Montana Sawtooth Range, a young boy was born to the Kinakii (Kih- nA- key) Tribe. He was taken to Chief Mikanahay for tribal inspection. With all newborns, the tribe makes sure the right healthy genes present themselves to ensure the future of the clan. Chief Mikanahay noticed strange bands wrapped around the boy's right arm. “Get me Shakalm,” ordered the chief! Shakalm, the medicine man, came stumbling in drenched head to toe; his deer skin matted tight against his body.

Alan spun around toward the noise. He aimed his gun carefully at the ledge, and calmed himself the best he could. Slow, deep breath after breath he took until he at a normal pace inside. He was now ready for anything. The growl had gone silent, and so had the forest. Whatever was out there was waiting for the right opportunity to come along.

“Mama ella se llama Jenn y creo que es mi hermana. Tu hija que has buscado por tanto tiempo.” said Lupita very excited. Which means, “Mother her name is Jenn and I believe she is my sister. Your daughter that you have searched for for so many years.”

Angela Liddel stares out of the window of the limousine forlornly. Boarding school is often romanticized in novels and movies, but the concept is daunting to the sixteen-year-old. All of her friends she’s known her whole life live back west, and she’s never been to the east coast before. The Atlantic Ocean isn’t nearly as impressive as she’d expected, and so far feels all around disappointment to the entire experience of arriving at Madame LeFoux’s Academy for Exemplary Young Ladies. Angela wasn’t sure what she expected, but this certainly wasn’t it.

As Nora was running she saw all the people that worked at the training facility coughing on the ground. All the smoke from the fires had filled their lungs and they couldn’t breathe all too well. The sound of them coughing made Nora think of the night her father got in the car accident. That was the last time she saw her mom before she left. The emotions from that night filled Nora’s head. She started to question whether she could trust her mom anymore. What did she need the stone for? Why was she so protective over it? Was it really needed to save the universe or was it just so she can be even more powerful? The thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

The story starts in a home in council bluffs, Iowa with a girl named Rachel and her little brother named Charrilliey. Charrilliey was a very smart boy he had the intellect of a ninth grader and Rachel did not even know it until he was in third grade. Even Though Charrilliey was a very smart kid he had some speech problems which other kids bullied him because he spoke differently than they did. One day charrilliey came home crying because the kids at his school would not stop teasing him.

He repeated this pattern over and over, going through every file cabinet. Where his eyes couldn't see as well, his other senses could. He could smell the age of the paper and decide whether the cabinet held documents beyond Arkady Volkov's years or if they smelled crisp, meaning they probably don't have anything about it. His fingers skirted through each paper, never missing a page, and knowing when they had. His ears remained alert, listening for sounds outside his own breathing and movement. Where his fingers and nose couldn't see, he used the flashlight and his eyes. And his taste? Well, it told him never to try to eat a flashlight in the future.