Fallen: A Short Story

Monday morning Maddie woke up a little after six thirty. It was clear to her that she would be late but she didn't really care. There was so much going on. She spent most of her shower wondering what was going on with Elijah and his siblings. Quickly, she got dressed in a white blouse that had opened shoulders, skinny jeans and her white converse shoes. She got her stuff before leaving the house quickly. By the time she was driving away from Starbucks, first period had begun but she didn't really care.

Legends of the Fall is an excellent story of brotherhood, loss, and life. Originally Legends of the Fall was a story written by Jim Harrison, but later was adapted into a film. The story tells of three brothers named: Alfred, Tristan, and Samuel, who lived their lives on a plantation in Montana and then decided to go to war once the youngest brother was of age. Samuel, the youngest brother seemed to be favored by the family; and the older brothers only want to go to war to protect him. Eventually tragedy strikes and young Samuel is killed by machine guns due to his blindness from mustard gas. Tristan (the middle brother) took Samuel’s death especially hard and many other characters thought he had become completely mad. Once Tristan and

In a fit of rage and frustration, Daniel Howell shove the unorganized pile of schoolwork and textbooks away from him, resulting in numerous packets and other assignments to collapse onto the floor after falling off his desk. Dan angrily runs his hands through his greasy, curly hair and down his face as he sighs exhaustively. Glancing at the clock, he becomes aware that it reads 3:37 a.m., and he has to wake up and get ready for his classes on campus in less than three hours. As much as he dreams of crawling into his warm, comfortable bed and falling asleep, he knows he must complete every bit of his homework for tomorrow (well, more like today) before he is able to. However, for the past few nights, Dan has been unconsciously sleeping on his

At the bell tower, she sat on the ledge trying to do her homework. Her eyes glistened darkly as they carried away with him standing on the ledge, the ledge only she dared to hang from. Her gaze was stolen on his pants hanging on his hips, his cheeks filling in the jeans as he stepped carelessly, the bare skin just above his pants shown when he reached up to climb, and his muscular forearms flexing as they wrapped around the columns to come closer to her, his daringness turning her on.

The thump of Lila landing on the floor had startled Tom momentarily and slightly brought him back to his sense. However, not fully. The character he'd inhabited on the journey home was still in control, but the noise and the look in the woman's eyes, caused her name, and her relationship to flash into his mind, and also why he'd thrown her to the floor as he had. Because she wanted it, it was her fantasy, and he was here to provide it to her. In as realistic fashion as possible.

A small raindrop not only accumulating speed and density but also dirt as it slid down the window of the incredibly tiny four-door that my aunt hadn't washed in a while as it seemed. The drop had reached an ample size and had a plentiful amount of dust and grim as it glided on to the front side of the handle and finally came into contact with my hand in what seemed like my last moments of freedom which I had only attained after leaving my session. The cool air from the vents was blasting powerfully against my cheek as I checked what my Aunt Avery was doing and of course, she was staring directly at me waiting to see what I had to say about my experience.

Beauty is determined by society and their standards. Women are expected to be skinny, pretty and to be a thin size which puts pressure on women. The pressures of society persuade women to go through extreme measures to fit in with society standards. This is evident in the short stories “The Falling girl” and “They’re Not Your Husband” as the main characters are impacted by social expectations, insecurity and peer pressure.

During the summer my girlfriend and I went to Turner Falls for 4th of July. When we arrived at Turner Falls we noticed they weren’t letting people in because it was packed. Luckily my aunt had rented a cabin by the entrance and we got to stay with them. Around 6 in the morning, they started letting more people in so I got the car and I sped to get in line. When I was speeding it was raining awfully bad. That caused Mari to get on to me because I was being “scandalous” and could have caused a wreck.

Natalie has been under my care for project 1. Natalie was in a coma, which significantly interfered with her ability to speak up when her friends and mother were describing and criticizing her. As a result, Natalie has learned where she is falling short. Her mother and close friend, Wyatt, both mentioned how Natalie lacks in confidence. Natalie has told me that she will work towards becoming a more confident woman. She also learned how others view and perceive her actions. Natalie enjoyed this creative project and would not mind writing another essay like this.

Since Holly’s commitment to climb Mount Adams, she has hiked the Meadowdale Beach trail a time or two, and commenced in a solo jaunt up to Goose Rock near Deception Pass. She made the choice to hike Wallace Falls as our first initial training hike together. Coincidentally, Wallace Falls happened to be my first initial training hike with Tim Hensley back in March of 2011 when training for my first summit climb, Mount Baker.

It’s fall, and the peach trees are bare and infected with fungus. There’s nothing to help us

Falling Down is a film about a man who we know very little about (at

Her body lay strewn across the leather couch, limbs positioned unnaturally beside her. Once seemingly strong and prepossessing now nothing but an empty shell ready to rot and decay. The pills scattered across the wood floor laying evidence to her deeds. As her husband stands over her cold lifeless form gone is the only word that breaks through the fog. Gone are her aspirations, gone are her hopes, gone are the memories shared. Gone. What would you do in this kind of situation? How would you deal with losing someone as important as a friend, parent, sibling, or lover?

Everyone should spread the message that if humanity needs to be saved, the Earth needs to be saved too. It needs care and affection as much as you do."

She was with her child and bowed. The body of the child seemed to be torn apart by touch, like a cracked glass.