Fiction : A Short Story

Realistic Fiction Short Story Sweat coursed down Ethan’s arms as he sprinted down the field, bathed in the warm sun. He glanced at the scoreboard, they were tied with only seconds to spare. He knew the fate of this game rested solely on his shoulders, and was determined to come through for his team. He kept his lacrosse stick close to his body and felt the familiar weight of the ball in the pocket. Nimbly Ethan stepped by my defender, switching the stick to his other hand and drove straight to

A heavy fog congested the land. Montague La-Rose joined Alexandal and the stampeding Ikarus army and rode hard for twenty minutes to Faux Point at the tip of the Great Plateau. A pack of hounds led the way. An open field leading up to the gates was sprayed with blood and strewn with bodies of men torn to pieces. On Alexandal’s signal they relaxed their charging steeds and cautiously approached. The Tower was completely dark. Its tall, slim column disappeared into a rising fog. To the

Johnny mumbled, “Why is it people who were supposed to be so smart are so damn stupid?” “Did you say something to me?” Kellen asked as Johnny helped him with the next board. “No sir. Just thinking out loud. How many more of these are we gonna cut today?” “I just want to get enough cut to frame in the new wall and door frame. Do you have somewhere you need to be today?” Kellen had noticed Johnny’s unhappy tone. “No sir. I just don’t like so much quiet when we’re working. I like it when you talk to

“Yeah, I know little man, but you could have at least took a shower. Brother are you flagrant or what!” They both started laughing. “So you want me to keep everyone away right?” “Yeah.” “No problem at all, for how long?” “I’ll call you.” “What are you going to do,” Slice jumped in quickly? He saw the bright red danger sign he knew all too well. “I think I’ll spend a couple of days at our recording studio downtown. I always feel better after hanging out there for a while.”

The spaghetti was between Cade and me. Mom was sitting across from us, and Dad and Tom were sitting on the ends of the table. There were some rolls on Mom’s side, and a bowl of lettuce next to Tom. “You have hands, sweetheart, and they aren’t too short to reach that bowl, last I checked.” “Bet that was forever ago,” Cade whispered to me, but Dad heard and kicked him under the table. That made me laugh,

Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been? Fan Fiction Connie entered the golden jalopy and glanced back at the place she called home. That is when it all hit her; she realized that her normal life would be over and her wish to just die may actually come true after all. “See Connie sweetheart, we’re just going for a ride,” Arnold Friend said with a triumphant grin across his mask of a face. She remained silent, still wondering what was in store for her next. The jalopy as Arnold Friend started the

makes up a good fiction story? In a fiction short story the reader wants to be drawn in and connect with the story being told. As the reader we are looking for action, anticipation, or even go on an adventure with characters throughout the story. We also want to be able to bond with these characters so that it feels as if we are experiencing their journey or struggles with them, even if it is fictional. According to Joseph Kelly’s introduction to his textbook, The Seagull Reader: Stories, his definition

Three elements of fiction are used in the short story, “The Revolt of ‘Mother.” Elements of fiction are used in novels and stories to make them more effective. These elements in the story will be used from the beginning to the end of the novel or short story. These elements are also active and relate to each of the other elements dynamically. “The Revolt of ‘Mother” is about the Penn family and about how the father decided to build a new barn in the exact same place he said that he was going to build

Callie said, “and it’s fine, I forgive you.” “Well, I’m glad your feeling better,” I said, “see you tomorrow?!” “Yep! Bright and early in the morning!” Jennie said. Well, now you know my worst days of my life. What if I told you that one of my stories was a dream?! Which one you may ask, that’s up to you to

Look stop trying. Talk me out or this bounty.” I give two shits what they use you for. I ain’t got caps and I need them. So unless ya payin more I don’t want to hear it.” Nyame shoved the large bulky male in to the shabby, makeshift bar. The man was taller than her, so she cautiously kept the warned out double barrel deep into his spine. Although it had proven useless when it came to this bounty. The man clearly knew he was wanted alive; so he tested her strength every damn chance he got. The first