How To Write A Short Story Revealed: A Fictional Narrative

To be, promptly unbuckled and hurried down the ladder so that I could go next.

I had just made it up the hardest part! “How was that?” I heard from below. “Pretty good.” I replied. After that, the rest of the climb should be easy. At least by comparison. I raced up the cliff, I could see the bell, all I had to do was ring it. “Slow down, I need catch up!” Silver yelled from the bottom, frantically pulling rope through the carabiner on his harness at the bottom. I only had ten more feet to go when I grabbed a loose rock. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. I looked at the rock in my hand, an inch thick and about a foot across. I realized that I was falling. I couldn’t let out a yell or say anything. I fell almost ten feet before I was jerked to a stop by the rope. I hit the cliff with a thump. I latched on to the first hand hold I could find, and stayed there until I collected

Yelling out, every muscle in his body pushed to hold his strong body. Reaching up once again, this time with his left arm, the rock held. But the man felt muscles tearing from the awkward angle he held his body at. Only one more grasp of the rock and he’d be able to use his legs to pull himself back up. One more rush of adrenaline and he knew he could make it.

Ichabod Crane is a superstitious and timid person but he likes horror stories to scare himself. An example of details describes how Ichabod's imagination scares himself, " ...as he wended his way by swamp and stream and awful woodland, to the farmhouse where he happened to be quartered, every sound of nature, at that witching hour, fluttered his excited imagination,—the moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside, the boding cry of the tree toad, that harbinger of storm, the dreary hooting of the screech owl, or the sudden rustling in the thicket of birds frightened from their roost." This detail reflects Ichabod's eccentricity and silly behavious by describing the animals that make him terrifying. The author uses humorous language to satirize Ichabod's stupid imagination which drift him away from reality. Also, on the way to Katrina's house, "...he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields breathing the odor of the beehive, and as he beheld them, soft anticipations stole over his mind of dainty slapjacks, well buttered, and garnished with honey or treacle, by the delicate little dimpled hand of Katrina Van Tassel."

Glancing around, my attention turned to a fallen tree trunk with a deep cut in it situated on the ground, which I thought resembled a boat. I decided that I would use it to get down the waterfall. Carefully, I push the boat to the edge of the crumbly cliff and position myself in the cut-out portion of it. Inching my butt forward, the tree trunk begins to move until I could no longer feel the

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.

With his now free hands he grabbed the unconscious persons and tied their bodies together with rope he found making sure to tighten

“Yes!” Luke was fighting to keep from screaming at the older man, his voice coming out in a hiss instead of a yell.

“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?”

The three detectives pull up to see officers' busily working their crime scene. Looking up Rachel notices the heavy rain clouds that are quickly moving in from the north.

The wind was still and cold, surely the water would be ten times colder. I have dreaded it all day, the end of the hike. Nervous I took steps closer to the verge of the cliff. I looked off the edge in disbelief that anyone would willingly jump off. Only a select few would decide to make the jump, and one of them was me.

Johnny mumbled, “Why is it people who were supposed to be so smart are so damn stupid?”

Ichabod’s paranoia made him perceive the object as a head, although the reader discovers later it was just a pumpkin. Ichabod hastily rationalized this event as an act of the headless horseman because the rider appeared to have no head and he had heard the legend of the Horseman. He let his feelings of fear create the situation into the Headless Horseman, and Ichabod created a new version of events because it is human nature. He created events that matched his paranoia, thus he was petrified and fled the town. It is part of human nature for people to rationalize events as supernatural or create new events to make themselves feel better or correct.

One day a long, long time ago Alena was the only teenage girl of her tribe. Belonging to the Ponca tribe she was expected to do the most by the chief who was also her father. One afternoon she goes on a walk after she does her daily jobs of picking berries, cooking and gathering. She starts to realize that it's getting pretty late and she should probably head back before dinner call or her father will worry. The Ponca tribe lives on the east side of the middle land right below the clouds where the sky spirits live therefore someone is bound to notice if she's gone. She looks around and doesn't recognize anything, for her this is very unusual because being the only younger girl in the tribe her father made her learn direction and defense before anything. She continues in the direction she thinks is going to lead her back home, eventually she comes across the snake of the woods and she asks for advice on which direction to go, snake says “Keep straight on this road and when you see two pathways go to the left.” There was one thing Alena was forgetting, her father always told her to never listen to the snakes they only care for themselves. She keeps straight on the road as the snake advised her, a little further she runs into timba tiger trying to hunt an innocent frog and thinks it would be a good idea to ask which route to take from the tiger just to make sure the snake knew its way around. Tiger tells her the same thing so she thanks him and continues as it's getting darker

"Mm... Richie... no, Richie, I can't." I heard myself muttering from my dream in real life the following morning.