Family Secret Short Story

In the short story “The Writer in the Family” Jonathan, the narrator is a second generation of the family. He seems to be same his father care people beside him. Therefore, his aunt’s Frances wants Jonathan to use his dead father’s voice to write the letter with the content of the family situation to grandmother know. Consequently, Jonathan who decides to write a letter to lie his grandma is his aunt idea of success and image have affected characters such as Jonathan and Jack, also wants to tell his grandma the critical sense of himself in the last letter.

After eating some food and resting, he headed to the village nearby. At his arrival, “the whole village was roused”. “Children shrieked” and “women fainted”. “Some fled, some attacked” the creature. The creature was “grievously bruised by stones and many other kinds of missile weapons”. He ran away and “fearfully took refuge in a low hovel”. (p. 83)

doesn't like living with them and wants to live alone and one of the reasons is because of his parents and family. This made him seek into adventuring into the wild.

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

While both brothers are conscious of their community’s dark side, they manage their environment differently. The narrator tries his best to distance himself from those problems, and to refrain from getting emotionally involved in the tragedy. Also, he has a difficult

the story. The hope was the younger sister would fight the dragon, but the young child provided

“He strayed away by himself from the watchers whom he had placed in ambush on the crest of the hill, and wandered far down the steep slopes amid the wild tangle of undergrowth, peering through the tree trunks and listening through the whistling and skirling of the wind and the restless beating of the

When he runs into the family, he is untrusting unlike when his father would have been there to tell him if he should hope that they were nice people or to believe that humanity is gone from everyone. The son is still learning the difference between right and wrong and his father’s actions have led him to believe the world is dangerous and there are some people that he cannot

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

He counted to ten, took another deep breath and set off running, every step taking him deeper into the emptiness of the wilderness. His long legs rapidly eating up the ground beneath him, digging his heels into the soft undergrowth. He was in for a long journey, every step of it alone. The cuts on his wrist stung as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of

After the three of them are done negotiating the natives leave in a hurry, and Mrs. Michaelson instruct the families to follow her into a series of caves. Not all of the families wanted to come with the michaelsons. While the people were in the cave all they heard from outside of the cave was howling. That night turned out to be a full moon, and the families that did not go to the caves were slaughtered by what appeared to be

I just led us in a straight line,” Ben adamantly tried to explain. Then, a cacophony of twigs breaking and bushes rustling started in the distance ahead of them. The relaxed ambiance dropped suddenly. They stood there frozen from fear as the sounds began to move nearer and louder. Then all at once, they began running in the opposite direction they had been walking in, and went straight back to the bonfire to seek the comfort and protection of their family. When they got there, they saw no trace of their brothers or sisters. Each of their minds raced, just pleading for an answer to what had happened to the people they had depended on. Each of them came up with an idea of their

My shuffled jog catches on the roots of a tree and I’m hurled through the air. Sharply landing in a small clearing, I see William sitting and drinking from his canteen in a innocent state of bliss. Does he realize we’re lost? No one will miss us, I don’t suspect father even knew we were coming. I get up and strenuously crawl over to him, my muscles tight and aching. Silently he hands me the bottle, and I gulp down the remnants of our water. Tired and hungry we sit for few minutes before continuing on. We don’t know where we’re going or factly where are; but, we can hear the clouds tumbling in and anywhere becomes better than

As he continued up the climb he saw a small bird, it was very colorful. It seemed to like his presence and flew around him. Jessie quickly became annoyed and suddenly swatted the bird. It fell lifelessly to the ground. This was something he had never done before, harm a peaceful creature, but he felt no sadness. He continued his climb. When he reached the top he looked out upon a beautiful sunrise and valley but he immediately started back for home. He had planning to do.

Suddenly his stomach lurched. Bending over, he dry heaved in a pile of crumpled leaves; his hawk temporary taking flight. Rising, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He was bone weary. In desperate need of somewhere away from the madness, he searched for a place to rest his body, heart, and soul; a place to deaden the day’s deeds, a quiet place to escape into the world of sweet dreams.