Keanna's Short Story

Keri Giovanni was a single mother living in West New York. She was the mother of a five year old boy, Ethan Dominic Giovanni; a smart boy, much too smart for his age but Keri showered all her love on him. Keri worked as a secretary to Bryan Kuznetsova, a mean rich, smug man, who thought that every woman will kiss his feet. That was Keri Giovanni’s life, she lived with it self-loathing, but everything changed on July 27, 2004.

A shrill cry echoed in the distance. That was very strange thing to be heard in the quiet apartment Annie lived in.Annie is a very quiet and lonely girl, yet she was also very curious and wanted to help anybody she could. Annie was just getting home from the grocery store. She heard the cry but didn’t think much of it. She got all her groceries up into her apartment and all put away. She decided she would walk down the hall a little and see where the cry came from. She stepped into the hallway and the floorboards creaked under her feet. She pulled the door until it clicked. She started walking down the hallway her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. She began quietly whistling to herself while rubbing her fingers up along the wall, making a slight scratching sound. She turned the corner to the 0600 hallway. She continued walking down the hall. She reached room 0684, when she heard the crying louder. She immediately stopped whistling and listened closely to the crying. She slowly and quietly put her ear up against the door. As she leaned closer to the door the floor beneath her creaked real loud and echoed through the hall. The crying had paused for only a second and began again. She grabbed the cold metal handle of the apartment door and turned the handle very slowly. As the door opened it creaked and squeaked throughout the quiet apartment. After Annie got the door completely propped open she noticed the lights glistening on the floor. She walked toward the glistening,

Clean Plates Karlene Edwards We always cleaned our plates at my house. No food left, slicker than a whistle, shining clean. It’s still difficult for me to leave food on my plate, whether I’m full or not, even though Weight Watchers tells me it’s okay. Looking back, it’s obvious I learned to clean my plate from my father.

Have you at any point had a goal in mind, a great number of people have had a defined goal set. Possibly once your goal was to learn the sign language. Yet, have you at any point ever figured how you would achieve those goals and conquer the obstacles that accompany that goal? What traits would you require? Your personal traits matter when it comes to achieving success. The three most imperative attributes to accomplish an objective are determination, diligent work, and courageousness. These attributes are shown by the characters Annie Johnson, Ernesto Galarza, and Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, all through their stories.

“Love is irrelevant to my cause,” she returns and elaborates. “The one that I marry, the one that’ll sit beside me, must never be seen as my equal. He must be willing to stand in my shadow, and allow me to lead.” “You do not want a husband, you want a

As he turned, he saw Daryn Tel’Kesser, dressed not unlike the countless number of other underworld characters always lurking about the spaceport with the sole exception that he insisted on wearing an Impervium blade strapped to his back. ‘It makes me look dashing’ he’d always reply when asked about it. In truth, Daryn was deadly with the thing, add in the gauntlet he wore on his left hand that could release a pulse of concussive force designed to stun anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in its blast. Hutch still recalled a close quartered battle a few years ago when group of local gang members confronted them. Their intent was fairly obvious, kill the crew, and steal the ship. Hutch was also reminded that day just how quickly his normally

The epitome of the strength, the fate of the household, the lamp of the enlightenment, the solace to the family, the replica of the sacrifice, the most adorable, the most innocent, the most vivacious creature on earth, and the creator who fosters life is the only word 'women' which has the whole world in it.

Alyssa showed Victor’s determination to prove his theory. Alyssa talked with a stern tone of voice whenever she would give direction. Alyssa’s rate of speech would increase and she got louder when she spoke about her experiment. Then when things did not go as Victor expected Alyssa’s would speak

I feel as if it has been days but I know it has only been a few minutes. At moments like this I like to daydream. I've been doing a lot of that lately. My mom says daydreaming is just a way to distract you from reality or “the real world.” My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the yelling of what appeared to be a masculine voice. I didn't know what they were screaming but I knew that it couldn't be something good. Moments later I felt a rough jerk causing me to fly forward. I couldn't keep track of what was going on because everything was happening so fast. I felt a sharp pain in my head. My vision began to get dark. Darker and darker.. Soon it was all black and my body was numb.

Kat grimaced and shook her head, “I’m fine. What are you talking about?” Seb turned her so that she was looking into his eyes. “Katherine. You were shaking all through that campfire. You had your teeth clenched, and you just grimaced. This isn’t you, Kat. What’s going on?”

A woman's terrified shriek rang through the cobbled alleys, before it was abruptly silenced the black night was quiet once again. The person standing over her had a deadly, Cheshire Cat like smile. Their white teeth glowed in the dim light of the night. Blood splattered the brick wall and their dark clothing, staining both. The woman that laid lifelessly on the ground had the long knife still stuck through her head. The killer pulled the blade out tenderly, wiping it with a dark, bloodstained handkerchief.

*** Harvest feast dances? Fests measuring sheep’s milk? Steeping and hacking flax? These were not activities that Ava wanted to dedicate her life to. Harvesting grain, working from daybreak until sunset? Not for her!

One of the most shocking parts of this story had to be when Elizabeth Keckley was flogged (whipped) by Mr. Bingham, the Burwell’s neighbor. Mr. Bingham was ordered by Margaret, Mr. Burwell’s wife, to have Elizabeth whipped because she had a “stubborn pride” (315). This came as a shocker because although Keckley did seem as though she had a huge pride she did not come off as stubborn that many times from her narration in the story. One part of the story that can be recalled where Keckley showed a sign of stubbornness was when she refused to let Mr. Bingham whip her. "No, Mr. Bingham, I shall not take down my dress before you. Moreover, you shall not whip me unless you prove the stronger. Nobody has a right to whip me but my own master, and nobody

Kirsten paid the barista at her local coffee shop for the drinks she purchased and headed out the door. The warm taste of fresh coffee was what drove many people to get up and get moving in the mornings. The drink had a knack for turning it’s drinkers into more awake, morning people. However, it never seemed to work for people like Kirsten Clark. As she has said before, she wasn’t a morning person, nor was she much of an anytime person. Due to her condition, temporal dysplasia, Kirsten had no perception of time whatsoever. The condition usually didn’t affect her all that much, but on some days, it did happen to make her late for work if she hadn’t allotted enough time for herself to get there. On days when that happened, she would often get

Kathryn, There is uncertainty as to when this message will be conveyed to you, nonetheless I write with a sense of bliss guiding my hand. Foremostly, to a degree you had scarred me, riddling my shivering fingertips with grief, remorse, doubt, pity, all of which flabbergasted my nerves; causing everything to burst forth in a chaotic reckoning without rivalry. I had foreseen it though, whether present in my subconscious or conscious I had foreseen it, a means to an end, even so it is an irrefutable fact that what I felt for you was more than a petty teenage romance.