Essay On The Story Of A Short Story

It was a warm, breezy summer morning in Tennessee, 1838. Under the cool shade of the trees was a village of a tribe called the Cherokees. Their houses had wooden walls made of cut up logs, their roofs were made of wood bark. Chea Sequa. Chief of the Wolf Clan village, stood tall and strong with long hair as dark as the middle of a sunflower (where the seeds are held through the long summers). His eyes were brown like the rich brown earth (that was used for farming). Amadahy (the Chiefs’ wife) stood confident, she had hair as dark as the midnight sky, and she had the powerful eyes that belonged to a wife and a mother of a young daughter. Adsila the chiefs daughter who is now 8 summers (years) old stood confident like her mother, but had the

The world was so big to a boy who had lived in a small town called Waterfront for his whole life. It was a silly name for a place that had no water around for miles though. It was set on a plateau at least a mile from the ground and surrounded by desert. There were highways jutting out of either side of the town as if the plateau had lifted out of the ground causing the road to break apart. The rest of the road at the bottom went as far as the eye could see. No one had ever seen a vehicle on the roads. The only way up to the town was by plane or airlift, but no one had ever left, and no one ever came. Elijah was the only kid in Waterfront. His parents barely knew he existed and were always working in the only skyscraper in town.

Waking back up; she found herself still in the marshes, still intact. Hearing groans coming from the overgrowth; she went to investigate. The eldest of the boys laid on the floor, his body contorted in agony, staring into her eyes with great remorse. She witnessed his final moments. Expiring too, directly after their synchronised injuries, the other two boys became free of their brief agonies.

“I think we lost ourselves in this woods,” Alex gets out before bursting out into into a fit of coughs.

As we were looking for food, a massive storm cloud slowly approached. I spotted a little abandoned cave that had carvings of a different tribe, that used. The carving where the tribe hunting a koala, with a different tribe chasing them at the same time. The

“The Shawnie kids were practicing their size shifting, while I was stuck doing chores. The men in our village were out hunting. My older brother Nanak was being punished for defying the elders. Mother was very disappointed with him. My brother was a bad example to me. My father never returned from the hunt, My brother was outraged. The next morning he disappeared. A woman in our village screamed.” A tear fell from her eye, Nazaan started shaking.

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

First, let's talk about the setting, early morning in a Union camp. The morning is peaceful, but the speaker is not, due to a sleepless night and restlessness that is the result of uncertainty about whether he will live to see the end of the day. It's also one of those misty, foggy mornings that are common in the early Appalachian spring.

I placed my feet onto the cold floor, setting Arcturis down when I got into the kitchen and pulled out two bowls; one for his water and one for his food. I poured fresh, clean river water in his bowl and took about three handfuls of berries to fill up his other one. I patted Arcturis on the head gently and got ready to leave the house. “Alright buddy, wish me luck. I’m going to get these fixed,” I explained, pointing at my eyes. Ever since I was born, my eyes were blank. Completely white. To clarify further, I had no pupils or iris- only my sclera was present. Arcturis looked at me and moved his head down as if it was to show me that he understood,

My parents were driving me to school, then all the sudden I heard a loud thud,glass was everywhere, and there was blood.My parents were screaming I pain and my leg was in so much pain so I couldn’t do anything except watch my parents bleed out and die.Then all the sudden I couldn’t see anything because the debris from the cars were getting into to my eyes and the were starting to black for me and I went unconscious. A couple minutes later a firefighter was yelling to get a tool to open the car door and then I woke up and I was being carried to the ambulance. While I was crying in pain the paramedics dove me to the hospital. I was in so much pain I couldn’t walk, so they put me in a wheelchair and so Aunt Susan took care of me for a while , but she didn’t have enough money to raise me anymore, so she put me up foster care, and the then there were two parents that adopted me.

“Agent Ravi are we there yet?” Sam gave the driver an expectant look as if the agent behind the wheel could pull a platypus out of his ass. “I’m bored as a bull’s tits.” He looked at Jacob’s deadpan face. “You guys got no sense of humor. Must be a real joy having you guys around at the family feast.”

special about it. It was not far by car but I was confused as to why

"Master! We have to go, NOW!" Mark shouted in front of him. He then snaps, returning to reality, and he stands up, still holding the baby in his arms. He and Mark then runs back towards the cliff where they came from. As he started running, he noticed a rumbling from the mountains,

“Do What I Said!’ is probably the most heard words for a kid from his parents. Ever since human beings have existed, the younger generations have always listened to their elders, people say it is to consider respectful. Especially in a family, kids usually follow what their parents ask them to do. Taking advice from parents is good because they have more experience in life. However, if people only follow what others say, society will have no improvement. In the short story, THE BOAT, the narrator has faced trouble trying to appease two different opinions his father and mother have. And I had the same problem with my grandfather and father’s.

The Caretaker surveyed her before speaking, “Come closer, child.” Larah stepped forward, her heart racing as she stood in front of the imperious-looking form that stood nearly a foot taller. The amber orbs gazed into her eyes and a cold hand caressed her cheek, “You are nothing like your mother.”