Johnny And Yumay: A Short Story

“You’ll have to do better than that.” The sith chides, pushing Zerdek’s blade away and lifting him blade up at attack at Zerdek’s head. Zerdek feel the force within him, enhancing his movements as he goes, giving him enough speed to bring his blade back from the push to a defensive position above his head. Zerdek mimics the siths action and pushes the blade back, away from his head. His arms move in a circular motion, his blade swiping horizontally at the sith’s chest. The sith jumps away as the blade comes near, it barely scraping across his chest. “Well done. Let see if you can do that

The two waiters exemplify the two ends of the spectrum of people. The oldest is the lonely and the younger is the happily married. This short story makes the differences of bars to cafés and the lonely to the happily married prominent. When people feel unwanted, alone, and in despair, they know they can find solace in the clean well-lighted

Johnny, a lazy middle aged man who has yet to do anything good with his life all he does is sit around and think about how he wants to be the best at everything, richer than anyone else and smarter than anyone. But his problem is that he is blinded from the truth and has convinced himself that he is all of those things and he has no motivation to do anything to achieve his goals and he lives of money that he steals from others but still he barely gets by. He has fallen to sin but he sees no problem with it. One day he was out getting the few dollars of food that he could to help get him through another week when he realized he didn’t have a penny to his name so he decided that he needed more money but he was tired of getting twenty dollars at a time he wanted more but had no clue where he was going to get enough money. He was still in the grocery store trying all of the free samples trying to get some food in his food deprived body thinking where he was going to find a lot of easy money, then it hit him all of the spoiled rich kids at the prep school down the road have plenty of money and they leave it right were anyone with hands could take it. Without thinking twice about anything he took a hand full of sugar cookies and left

In the small town of Charleston, an older, lonely man sits at the bar in a Diner. A young couple sat at the other end drinking coffee. The woman was dressed nice in a pretty red dress and the man looking dapper with his blue suit and hat. The older man is a regular at this diner. He arrives at the same time, sits on the same stool, and is always dressed nice as if he were about to meet someone. He never did though. The waiter knows the older man by name and says, "Hey Hopper, anything new today or just the same old, same old?" whenever he would walk in. Hopper would just shrug his shoulders as usual and sit on his stool. He looks at the couple at the end of the bar and nods, while waiting for the waiter to get him his

“More!” I shouted. The man handed me the remainder of wine and I shoved the whole bottle in my mouth immediately. Not long after, I began to feel different than I had ever felt before. It was hard to stand, and I couldn’t walk in

There was just one more secret Johnny kept. This secret he waited to reveal to his, now, special someone until many years to come. In the year 2032, Johnny asked Anna, now married for seventeen happy years, to accompany him to that very pier in Myrtle Beach where they had their first date so many youthful years earlier. It was an early summer’s evening, and Johnny’s hair had turned to gray with no beard and Anna’s hair was now cut into a short bob; brown (dyed) with lighter highlights. He took his wife’s hand and led her down to the pillars of the Myrtle Beach pier where shadows formed upon the sand from the columns. He gently positioned his wife’s back against one of the pillars closest to where the water meets the sand so she could lean while

“Wait, Napeel. Isn’t that your gun?” Joss asked. He was a few feet away, encircled by his own group of mercs. They dressed in black armor , with no symbols or markings, each wearing a variation of the death mask. Eyes glowing white lights, cold and empty .

One of the most touching aspects of this short story is the older waiter’s expressed solidarity with the old man. While the young waiter is all “youth” and “confidence,” the old waiter and the old man seem overwhelmingly lonely and tired-out by life. This communality structures the older waiter’s consistent thoughts of solidarity with the old man. He understands and defends him; he too prefers a clean, well-lighted cafe to a bar or bodega; he too seeks out such a place to forestall his own despair that night. The climax of this theme of solidarity is the climax of the story itself. It comes in its final line: ‘‘He disliked bars and bodegas.

Johnny had been dry heaving, and Jessica would say it is his asthma. She would not take him to a doctor, and his grandfather eventually did, and he had bronchitis. Johnny would have marks on him from his head to his feet of red blotches/scratches. Jessica would say it is Eczema, but the reporter stated is looks like he feel, or had been drugged across concrete. Johnny's diaper would be full of urine, and he clothes would not stay up because they would be soaked. His private area has big swollen marks that look like staph on it because it is hard. Johnny would always scream of not wanting to go with Jessica. He was with the grandfather for a while because Jessica's car stopped working, but the grandfather returned him to Jessica on 4-18-16.

He'd murdered, multiple times, and witnessed Zai take a life, in what he'd considered self-defence, but this night would bring a new experience, and he wondered if Zai would request his assistance in the administering of pain, and eventual taking of the tall youth's life, or whether she'd wish to bear the responsibility for that task herself, in the knowledge that he was but a step away, if things went awry.

Yuuki has a lollipop in her mouth, while sitting down on railing and watching For and Allen fighting.

The short story, “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” by Ernest Hemingway, begins with an older deaf man that is a regular at this café. He comes in a lot and sits in the corner of the café, to keep to himself. The waiters’ start to talk about the man, due to him trying to commit suicide. They cannot comprehend why he would do such a thing, since he has money, so he shouldn’t have anything to worry about. Following the waiters’ talking about him, it was starting to get late and they were going to close the café shortly. The waiter that was serving him was annoyed that he had been there so late in the evening and intoxicated. He wanted the older man to leave, so he could go home at a decent hour. The second waiter wanted the older man to be left alone,

Although, the younger waiter does not realize it, he too is going through the same struggle that the old waiter and the old man are. The young waiter is confused by the old man and is unable to understand why he is sitting in the café so late at night. He then learns of the struggles that the old man faces, and yet feels any sympathy towards the old man since he is unable to relate. However, the older waiter relates and tries to explain that the old man is lonely and he finds comfort in the cafe, because although he is suffering, when he is in the cafe he feels as if he isn’t suffering alone. Sadly, the young waiter does not see the bigger picture that one day he will become the old man sitting in a cafe in

“Well ya but it's ok i'm back to the place I think I can do it.”

His right hand held a secure grip around the glass of scotch, along with a cigarette in his left. It was like these objects were a part of him and if he let go he’d lose a piece of himself. He took one gulp and finished off the glass, then soon after, he took one last puff from his cigarette.