Ethiquilo : A Short Story

Ariel was crying loudly in my right ear, but it was mostly drowned out by the sirens of approaching police cars that were still out of sight. My uncle had left the car to unbuckle Ariel from her car seat while I slowly bent my hand down to unbuckle myself. Once I was outside, I saw the young, college-aged couple who were driving the red truck. The girl who was in the passenger’s seat was crying while the man who was driving simply looked shocked. As the police cars were driving toward us, my uncle told Ashlyn to take us into their house since it was only a few blocks away and nobody was severely

Have you ever wondered what it like getting yelled at in spanish when you don’t know it and you are in El Tapatio? That’s a pretty odd question to ask and it was an odd situation to be in because i’ve been in it. It’s very weird how you would even get in that situation but sure enough i’ve been in it. This is the story about how a man named Hayden Scott got yelled at in spanish and was in El Tapatio

As the stories continues, we can see the details of this magnificent story of love unfold. Guido, Dora, Joshua, & Eliseo end up in different places at the camp. Once they arrive to the camp, the Nazi separated the groups by gender, the women ended up at one part of the camp and the men in another. Guido ended up being a slave and working for a piece of bread. The innocent Joshua thinking that everything is a game was hiding form the Nazis. Dora apparently was on laundry duty picking up the remains of her fellow Jews. Lastly Eliseo seems to end up at the gas chamber, because he was too old.

Turning the doorknob gently Noah cautiously walked into the room. Hearing heavy breathing he turned Ava, whose eyes were bloodshot red and leaked with pain. “I can’t do this anymore. What does it want? Why won’t it stop crying,” she mourned. Noah wrapped his arms around her shoulder, pulling her tightly. He kissed her forehead realising the constant pain and agony that trapped her.

In the center stood a pale, grief-stricken boy. No taller than my waist, he couldn’t have been any older than my little boy at home. Clothed in a tattered shirt, small whimpers came from his parched lips as I took a few steps closer to him. Small pools of blood had collected in the palm of his hands as he held a needle and ragged thread. To the left of his scarred feet lay a small, frail doll. It was falling apart at the

“I’m done here” He rose from his bench and placed the palms of hands on the table, lifted his broad shoulders and inclined towards me, positioning his face merely 20 centimeters from mine.

It was a spring day during the month of April in the small state of Vermont. The trees swayed in the slight breeze and all you could see for miles was clouds. The past month had been very sunny and hot, so this cold and cloudy day seemed quite mysterious and unusual. Clouds were moving, if at all, very slowly. It is about mid afternoon at the Lewis’ house. In the Lewis family there was the mother and father, Kara and Robert, and their eight year old twins Daniel and Caroline. The twins were very different in personality, but there was a reason for that. Daniel had a mental disorder that made him have a learning disorder and major mood swings, bipolar. He was homeschooled because of his needs, but Caroline was sent to an all-girls school. The

She never cried for so long. Her heart felt like a crumbled piece of paper, like it could never be fixed again. She would cry and cry like a never ending story. The pain of this situation would hurt her more than anything she thought. She thought that it was the worst thing that could happen to her. What she didn’t know was that it was only the beginning.

He heard the light click of shoes on the footpath and his head jerked to the said. Through the blur of tears caught in lashes he could make out the face of a woman. He held up a hand hoping she would understand that there wasn’t any need for her to come closer. He appreciated the sympathy, but it hurt his pride to be seen in such a state. His legs felt weak and he put his hand back against the wall.

Jalen knelt to his knees, crushed by emotion. Hot tears began to set his eyes ablaze, and for a moment he could hear his brother’s voice: “Come on man, wipe those tears. You’re a man now.” If his mind thought that memory would help, it was wrong. His eyes, drenched in nostalgic tears. Lacy ran to his corpse, and put her hand on his quivering back. He held his face in his hand, muscles tight; a combination depression and rage.

With that, she turned around and faced the fire. A mixture of deep red, orange, and bright yellow flames was pain which stared her down. She took a step forward and started to run. She closed her eyes, covered her face, and ran. She was through the fire quite quickly, but the

The only reason I had come here was to get my car keys, which I had dropped when I myself was crying, taking reprieve from the evils in school. Despite the scrub being absolutely crowded back then, not one person had come up to comfort me and that had hurt ten times worse than any words that spilled out of the bullies’ mouth. So, feeling determined to pull him out of his anguish, I plucked my small reserve of courage and sat beside him. Just so that he would know that he isn’t alone. Around five minutes later I heard him

I ran crying towards my brother, wrapping my arms around him for a hug, which he returned, a bewildered look on his face. I opened my moth to say something, but instead thought better of it, burying my face into his shirt, breathing in the familiar smell of home.

"I really need to talk to you." Her eyes were red, and she didn't have the spark in her eyes she usually had.

“That just breaks my heart,” she mustered. Her eyes blurred for a moment and her throat became just a little bit tight. He was the kind of guy who would give you his coat right off his own back and it really upset her that something so disturbing could happen to him. Loss wasn’t a new concept to Wright or Rose, but the first sting has the same poignancy every time it’s experienced. With their father, Rose recalled the moment when his usually intent green eyes glazed over in while he was in his hospital bed. She reached over to shut them and the lack of energy surrounding his body made her fingertips feel cold and stiff. The sting she felt with Wright’s knowledge from the news brought her back momentarily to that time and she felt the stiffness crawl up her arms and paralyze her.