Jack Preger: A Short Story

Posters and pamphlets strewn across the walls accompany the harsh, burning stench of disinfectant. Passing the bodies of former men, and followed by the click-clack of nurses shoes, he sees him. Hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, every bone visible through the thin hospital gown. His love is a shell of the man he once knew, Patty is gone.

When I hear the words “Jack Tales” I think of the tale Jack and the Beanstalk. Where Jack sales his cow for magic beans. Then, his mom throws them out the window and a magic beanstalk through the night. Jack decided to climb the beanstalk several time and while up there he would take stuff from the giant while he was asleep. When Jack tried to steal a magical harm, the giant woke up. Jack rans down the beanstalk with the giant behind him. When he got to the bottom he took his ax and cut down the beanstalk. The giant being on the beanstalk when Jack did this fell down and hit the ground dying.

“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.”

This is shown in paragraph five,“ Gathering the bent head in my arms, as freely as if he had been a little child, I said, “Let me help you bear it, John”, the narrator is feeling sympathetic to John, and wants to relief his pain. The narrator takes care of him, and tries as much as can to comfort him. In paragraph six, the author includes details such as, “I bathed his face, brushed his bonny brown hair, set all things smooth about him.”. The author purposely includes them, to show these charitable actions that can lessen someone’s pain. Aware of this upcoming death, John’s comfort has shifted its focus to positive things that has occurred in his life. In addition, the narrator shows her love and sympathy to John by pleasing him, she cuts off his hair and sends it to his mother, kisses his forehead, and buries him with the letter he received before. Human empathy is often expressed and shown during wartime, they reveal it through their empathy for wounded soldiers, that are suffering pain. The use of rhetorical devices, such as anaphora and metaphors authorize this harmony in the composition to be revealed. The actions of each character and worker of this hospital lightens John’s death and reveals their emotions towards

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Its call to its mate caused him to long for Allie. Although they had only been husband and wife a week now, he felt as if they had always been together… she was the breath in his lungs… the blood in his veins, the beat of his heart… she was all those things and more. He did not want to endanger her by moving her out of Charleston, but he would have to figure a way for them to be together more often. As he stood, staring out into the darkness, the quietness of the night resonated deep within him. In the distance, he thought he heard the low bump of a drum and then the sound of a flute trembling through the night its soothing sound wavering upon the light breeze that blew from the west…

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As soon as Flug's shirt was off, it was more than obvious Dementia was _already_ itching to sink her teeth in. Needless to say, she'd never actually seen so much of him before - The scars that contrasted with the pale skin upon his scrawny frame was hardly a surprise, given the fact that they _all_ had gained scars at some point (How couldn't they, working for Black Hat?), although it made curiousity as to what was underneath the paper bag almost unbearable. She leaned forward to place soft kisses and gentle nibbles across the pallid skin, sharp teeth nipping softly at the collarbones that stuck out just a bit too much and tongue lapping against his quivering throat. In the process, she tried to peek underneath the bag, to no avail. To her dismay, she couldn't see anything.

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One terribly chilly night Daisy’s father went outside to check on the horse. This was his daily routine. He would refill the water, stock the food and brush the horse's mane. When he was around the horse, he always felt a sense of safety and warmth, but tonight things were different. He came upon the barn and he saw her. She was laying on the ground stiff. She was