Eudora Welty: A Short Story

Merryn sprinted around the boulders a few times, before finally getting a good grip on him and hefted him over her shoulders. She took off back toward where the rope hung down, tying it around Hans waist, and worked it between his legs securing him. It all depended on if Parcival would be able to pull the rope up. She jerked on it several times. She wasn't sure how much time passed by, when the rope started to move up pulling Hans limp body up.

While the captive, who sat in front of Rita, floundered helplessly, she wrapped the rope around his body tightly, formed a double knot in the sinew twine, and secured it to the back of the steel-framed office chair.

“You’re good at following orders,” Linn countered and kissed his collarbone. Then she took his hand again, and this time led him down the aisle. She loaded up his arms with paddles and wax, lecturing about how it has to be kept in a cool environment or it’s worthless. Simon listened to her attentively, dutifully following her back to get the rope.

He bent over to remove them, tossing them aside. The metal was cold under his bare feet. Two of the guards came closer, each took hold of one arm. They pushed his hands through the loops at the top of the poles so he was standing in a T-shape, and twisted a small wheel on each pole that caused the loops to tighten enough to prevent him freeing his hands. Ms. Dawson pressed another button on her remote control.

“Oh god Howard. I feel so weird! Her voice oddly dropped an octave as she doubled over.” I wished to rush over to her but the judge warned me that with this punishment, I probably would get hurt during the change if she accidentally lashed out so I stayed in my corner, gripping my seat till my knuckles whiten.

Jocelyn shows two fingers on her left hand. She moves one. The ropes wrap themselves around her tighter. James struggles. He stops his effort. A tear rolls down his face.

go, please let me go!” The thing cut into her ankles. Tight bands held her legs firmly together at knee and hip.

It was needless to say that Lena could hear far better than any human, so when she heard the gentle movement causing the leather that rested atop the hunters form to groan, her gaze immediately began to drift toward him. Considering his body was in a rather confident pose, the vampire deduced that she was more than likely going to be permitted to do as she pleased, for now. Most likely that was related to his over inflated confidence that seemed to ooze from every pore. The female’s head tilted slightly as she watched his gloved hand begin to unravel many straps across his body, loosening his armor. A light metallic clink echoed throughout the cold, dark dungeon, which she could only assume was a buckle of some kind. Her gaze had been diverted by the range of… devices hanging and placed on display.

“You must place both couplings on him. Otherwise, he’ll be able to release himself,” Micah explains, catching his breath. Fiona leans him against the nearest tree. She turns around to find the Shadow hitting a rock against the chain.

Chris had talked his little sister into light BDSM; she trusted him to be just rough enough with her without hurting her. He slid a blindfold over her crystal blue eyes. Running his hands over her body he could feel her tense up with anticipation. Slowly removing her clothes Chris took time between each piece of clothing to explore Tasha’s little body with his fingertips.

“I just talked with some girl. Kylin was it?… yeah, that's it. She was an open book, let me tell you.” she said, “She went into amazing detail of how the moans and pants ‘filled the air,’ I can tell she reads a lot of fanfictions,” she finished and remembered she was going to grab something and returned to the task. Aiden made a mental note to smack her as soon as he could. She took a medium length of rope and a strange looking item that had wires attached to it out of the chest. She grabbed his hands, put them behind the chair and tied his wrists together. Aiden was confused but didn't protest because his foot felt like it was

In the mid to late nineteen twenties, a southern Mississippi girl was slowly making an impact on the literary world with her “a granite core in every tale: as complete and unassailable an image of human relations as any in our art, tragic of necessity but also comic” (Price 1). short stories. As a pioneer, she paved the way for future writers and young women to accomplish goals and awards that have never been done before. This young woman was born in small-town Jackson, Mississippi and grew up to go on the adventure of a lifetime to three different colleges and explore various avenues to pursue her dream against her father's advice and wishes. Eudora Welty is a fictional short story author who has had many worldly experiences, brought inspiration to her audiences, and provided a platform to share her knowledge through her writing.

He cursed her again and shut the door, coming out with a thick roll of semi-clear plastic sheeting. As if setting the table for an impending feast, my father began to drape the plastic over the long wooden coffee table. Then he lifted the man, who seemed to still be breathing, atop the sheeting and covered the floors, taping the seams with focused precision. After completing the strange task, he bound the stranger’s arms and roped him to the table-top.

I thought about continuing but my hands were suddenly a little shaky. I didn’t know whether he’d scared me or whether he just made me nervous in general, but I did know that operating a fast moving sharp needle was probably not the best idea just then. Clipping the thread and turning off the machine, I remove the dress and set it gently on the table. “No, that’s fine. I think I’m going to have to redo it anyway,” I chirp, picking out the perfectly sewed seam with anxious fingers.

restraints as swiftly as possible. The man said, “I forgot the tray.” The man grabbed the tray and then left the room. Zach let out a sigh of relief because that man had not found Zach taking the knife. It was a butter knife but he figure he could still cut off the restraints and possibly hurt him. Zach knew it was in between breakfast and lunch because he had his first meal of the day and would probably get the second in a few hours. Zach then realized it would probably be best to get some rest so he wouldn't be tired tonight. He shut his eyes and fell asleep soon after. He woke up to the familiar screeching sound of the door. The man was here to give him lunch.The man untied Zach and Zach sat up to eat. After he was done eating he was