Hi Morty: A Short Story

unsavory suddenly began brushing the epsom salts off one of his shoulders with his hand he did it ostentatiously slapping the shoulder quite hard and saying at the time in a rather loud voice ruddy dandruff i'm fed up with it do any of you fellers know a good cure try coconut oil one said bay rum and cantharides another said a tea planter from assam called unsworth said take my word for it old man youve got to stimulate the circulation in the scalp and the way to do that is to dunk your hair in cold water every morning and keep it there for five minutes then dry vigorously you've got a fine head of hair at the moment but you'll be as bald as a coot in no time if you don't cure that dandruff you do as i say old man unsavory did indeed have a fine head of black hair so why in the world should he have wanted to pretend he had dandruff when he had not thanks a lot old man unsavory said i'll give it a go see if it works it work unsworth told him my grandmother someone said did she have dandruff when she combed her hair unsworth said it looked like it was snowing for the hundredth time i told myself that they were all totally and incurably dotty every one of them but i was beginning to think now that unsavory might beat them all to it i sat there staring into my beer and trying to figure out why he should go around trying days later i had the answer it was early evening we were moving slowly through the suez canal and it was hotter than ever it was my turn to dress first for

I don’t think that anyone would argue that this was a will written short story. Rick Bass gives you the perfect amount of imagery to let your imagination run with it, but you still know exactly what he is trying to convey with his writing. His character development was remarkably good, especially considering how short his story was. For me personally this story lacked a climax, everything just sizzled out unceremoniously. The conflict between Jacks alcoholic father and Rick’s father never surmounted to anything. Jacks father seemed very bitter about having to part ways with his beast of a fish to start with, but then a gold pocket watch was found in the belly of the fish and jacks father shrugs it off. You can’t tell me a gun toting man in

A bust of cold wind pounded Jack’s face as he stands proudly over the criminal scum known as Jeffery Mory. He laughed maniacally as he leaned over and put his handgun in Jeffrey’s mouth. Jeffery, shivering, and literally pissing in his pants exclaimed “please, please no! I’ll never touch her again please, I swear!” “Shut up, you deserve this!” Jack shouted as his spit sprinkled on Jeffery’s face.

Hi Denise, Please note Vladimir called this morning and left a msg. for you stating he was trapped on Rhode Island since Monday as his car broke down and had no phones to communicate. He said he is returning to NY today but did not indicated if he is coming to the office nor left a contact where he can be reach.

Lori’s face had aged, not much in the sense of years but in worry. Her oval face was framed with baby hairs that were too short to make it into the bun on her head that contained the rest of her deep brown hair. One of the first things you

He turned to me, "well..... you stick of...of sweat" Riddley was never one for good comebacks let alone ones that made sense. ------------------------------------ 8:59am By the time i showered and dressed and came down stairs Riddley was gone and the dished dried and put away.

Being a checker isn’t always the most exciting job; it’s mainly routine with few disparities. However, there are always those few customers that change your .routine whether it is for the better or for the worse. One of those special customers changed the way I looked at people, imprinting a memory that I will never forget.

When Oly remarks that as Arty got stronger, Al and Lil wilted, it is a powerful message that explains the changing family dynamic. Within their immediate family, as well as their carnival family Al and Lil had always been held with the utmost regard. As Arty's act and fans grew, everything began to change for Al and Lil, as well as the rest of the family. Al was no longer in charge, and it was clear, that even from his tank Arty was running the show. There were many mornings when Al would go around to give orders, only to find out Arty had already been there. I think the hardest blow to Al's ego came from the hiring of Dr. Phyllis. Aside from the show, medicine was Al's biggest passion. “He was a masterly stitcher-“scarless wizardry, as he

You have no need of my name,” he told her as he pivoted on his heel and walked out.

It was a cold and misty night in the Everfree forest as a earth pony named Bon Bon and a unicorn named Lyra were in search for the famous Slenderwhooves. The trail was thick with ghostly fog that neither one of them could see the ground beneath their whooves. As they trotted deeper in the woods, Bon Bon could start to feel a presence glaring at her from the bushes beyond.

I finally come across something that looks similar to what the government was asking my father to create. I click on the software and start to download it to the computer I was working on. I get up and start heading towards Parkers office to let him know I found the software. On my way over, I see a door on the other side of the room that reads “DO NOT ENTER.” I sneak my way over to the door and check to see if anyone is watching me. I open the door and my knees buckle and I fall to the floor.

When we got back to the house there was a message on the answering machine. Uncle Charlie went up to the machine and hit play.

Calvin was in his living room, sprawled out on the couch, watching his favorite tv show, when it cut to the ads. “Ugh” cried Calvin and he got up and went to get a soda. He strolled back into his living room and plopped down on the couch, popping the lid, he took a sip. The tv all black when he looked up. Just a deep voice, “Come to the Mansion of the Dead today.” “Oh sick!” Calvin said, “a haunted house!” He reached down in his pocket and scrambled for his phone, pulling it out quickly to start up that group text, flinging it out the next moment it was flying. Calvin watched as if it was slow-motion, “no...no...no, *Crack*, “oh crap!” Calvin cried with his hands on his head. Picking it up his phone screen was cracked, pressing the home button

My best friend Lilly, and I are at the beach. We made a pit stop here at Blue lagoon Beach on our way to our college tour in Memphis we're traveling from Wyoming. We got tired of being in the car and thought we should relax at the beach. Now there only a few people out as the sky begins to turn dark. I'm laying across the beach on my big beach blanket as I watch Katie swim. She looks stunning. Lilly wearing a two piece swim that clings to every curve on her body. The sun compliment her beauty perfectly. Her olive skin glistens in the sun's ray, her Chest nut colors hair is long and stops at the peak of her plump breasts. Each day I ask myself how I should I tell her that I love her.

Mr. Abney was found in his chair, his head thrown back, his face stamped with an expression of rage, fright and mortal pain. In his left side was a terrible lacerated wound, exposing the heart. There was no blood on his hands, and a long knife that lay on the table was perfectly clean. A savage wild-cat might have inflicted the injuries. The window of the study was open, and it was the opinion of the coroner that Mr. Abney had met his death by the agency of some wild creature. But Stephen Elliot's study of the papers I have quoted led him to a very different conclusion.