Kevin Short Story

My name is Kevin Williams, i’m 11 years old, and I go to Lake Ridge New Tech Middle School, I am also in the 6th grade. Me and my friends wrote this story about a girl named Emily, that had died in a school fire in 2004. Me and my friend Nic had thought to write about her for a story in Mrs.Walker's class for

Kenny was a kid born on Florida in 1945. He always wanted to be a policeman, so he became one when he finished high school. Kenny loved being a cop, but he was drafted to the army for 3 years in 1979. As a healthy, active and strong guy, headquarters send him on his first abroad mission — to Afghanistan. He didn’t expect that! There was one guy Kenny liked immediately — a police officer from Brazil, Roberto. He never really told about what he was doing between 1979 and 1982. He just disappeared for three years. But there was one thing nobody knew about. Rob saved Kenny’s live, but eventually he never thanked him for that. They were split right after that situation…

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

Homelessness is one of the most misunderstood social constructs. The familiarity of homelessness to many American citizens is seeing a scruffy old guy on the side of the street asking for money (Duncan 1), yet the construct is much deeper than that. We associate old, bearded, white guys with homelessness because that is what we see every time we turn our televisions on, or read some heartwarming article about a homeless man getting another chance, yet we don’t wrap our minds around the fact that whole families are homeless too. Many children, moms, and fathers reach a point where they cannot sustain the cost of

A young man, no older than seventeen, rises in the morning, reluctant and restless, to attend school, to witness diversity and socialize, and to learn, as mandated by those governing his country, the United States of America. He walks into his kitchen to grab breakfast before he leaves, grudgingly acknowledging a lecture from his mother and father about the evils in the twenty-first century – the prevalent drugs on the street, the rampant violence, the abhorrent depiction of sex in the media, socialism. When he senses the end of the lecture - he is hardly listening – he waves goodbye and gets into his car. In the fifteen minutes it takes for him to weave through traffic to reach

I am pitching an evergreen story that highlights a former death row inmate exonerated with the help of DNA evidence. This profile is 1000 words and paints a picture of a man who should never have been convicted of this grisly crime. I can include pictures with this piece that give more breadth to this man. Ray Krone was sentenced to prison based solely on bite-mark evidence, which you quickly learn is junk science. This profile puts Krone on display, paints a picture of his life, and reveals how these events changed his life forever.

Wes 1's mom threatened that if he kept slacking off, she would send him to military school.

One day kevin was at the zoo playing with his friends talking they were talking about how he could play basketball and he could shoot a 3 pointer. And he said that he would do better by slam dunking it and hanging on to the rim. There was a tiny problem there was no rim so they had to figure out what to do so they just sat around talking about how kevin could dance and drive. Then it was about 3 in the morning and kevin and his friends heard something outside but they just turned over in their bed’s and went back to bed then they all heard a loud BOOM!!! So they all jumped outta bed and looked at each other and looked around and went outside to see where the loud boom had came from. When they got outside there they loud noise was again

It's watchin' us" Ralphie whispered. "Listen, I'm not gonna-" "No, Danny. Really. Can't you feel it?" Danny stopped. And in the way of children, he did feel something and knew they were no longer alone. A great hush had fallen over the woods; but it was a malefic hush. Shadows, urged by the wind, twisted languorously around them.

“No, you don’t understand, Mom. I wouldn’t have cared if we lived in a big house or an apartment or a box for the matter. I just need you and to get away from him!”

''No!'' Yelped Iris in obvious distress. ''Do something!'' She screamed, not that she really needed to say a thing as Caitlin was already in full doctor mode and she taking a closer look at her patient's others vitals.

I gawked at the crowd of kids, why did they have to make so much noise, or move so much? I hated how new I was to this, but I kept on.

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

Allanon clued everyone in on what they’d seen and heard from other druids and witches in the area as soon as they arrived. “The hunters arrived this morning. They have brought with them ten trackers and are now searching for you and Tegan. As far as we can tell, they are in an uproar over Beorn going missing too. So far, they do not know he has jumped from their side. The dark ones are going on the assumption that we have done something to him.” He pushed his thick, blond hair back. “We are hoping they keep thinking it. If they know you are helping us, I believe all bets are off for the humans as well.”

The year was 1993. It was cool, and dark out. I had been watching her; watching her every movement, for almost an hour. Time was ticking by, and soon it would be eleven o'clock: the town's curfew. I had attended church a little before, and I hadn't seen her there, which only confirmed my suspicions. Her red hair looks even more striking in the light of the moon. She threw her head back, laughing at something that her friend had said, and I frowned. Didn't anyone else suspect that she was different?