Laurel's Endure: A Short Story

Electricity has the power to change the world. For years J.P lived in his father's shadow, J.P outset is investing in Edison's light bulb and electric current. He hires Thomas to install over 400 light bulbs in his house after months of trial and error the house is ready to be shown knowing that it will be at the step of modern society. People didn’t understand

Dorothy Allison's voice is one of authenticity, experience, and wisdom. This is apparent in her recounts of her mother's death and rape by her abusive stepfather as a child. She uses her storytelling as a way of sorting out her inner demons and memories of her broken life, “the [story] I wish I could make you hear,” as she says, because “the need to tell [her] story was terrible and persistent, and [she] needed to say it bluntly and cruelly, to use all those words, those old awful tearing words” (39, 42). She strives to get to the root of her own unresolved issues and, by her own admission, “[works] to make you believe [her]”:

His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...

The day was filled with pandemonium and chaos. “My boss wouldn’t us leave. People were crying. All the radios and TV’s were on.” Kouski said. “It just wouldn’t stop.”

Stacy don’t open the door." Timmy whispered in a frightened voice. "I won't sweetheart I wont." As I pushed my back against the wall broken glass had splattered above my head and all over me. As soon as I felt the strange man grabbing my hair I stood up, away from the dangerous guy. "What do you want? Don’t hurt these innocent children!" As I yelled in a tone that I had never yelled in before, the threatening man opened the door. As soon as I noticed he had opened the door I stood in front of the children's desk with my hands held apart one to the left, as one to the right. "Please stop!" I yelled in a frightened voice. "Move out the way lady!" As the perilous man pushed me to the side he picked up the desk. Sarah still curled up in a ball. I noticed him picking her up. "Mrs. Stacy please don’t let him take me! Stop I don’t like you dad!" I was in shocked to hear Sarah's words coming out of her mouth. "Don’t come near me lady!" As Sarah's dad was about to leave the room I threw a chair at her dad's back. "Put her down I said!" As I shouted to him, he had left me unconscious there sitting on the

“Shit… Fuck… What did you do?” She mumbled under her breath as she pushed the male from the generator. “You fried it… How did you do that?” She turned her head to look over at the male, her brow slightly raised. “I thought I told you to keep an eye on it so it wouldn’t overload?” She turned around not allowing the man to answer her questions, she could careless what excuse he had. She throw her hands up into the air, a groan escaped her lips. She squatted down and began removing the front of the generator that protected the circuit board. “You better pray I can fix this.” She stated in an annoyed vice.

A deliberate cough escaped her throat, “Excuse me?” she spoke her voice, but her statement disappeared among the noise of the other conversations. Standing her ground, she repeated herself louder — the same result as before. The ebony haired woman scrunched her face in exasperation, realizing she had no choice.

The flood of emotions tumbles out. A stream of questions, one after another, is rapidly fired at him - where did he go, why did he leave, and most importantly, why didn’t he say goodbye? All this time she’d spent waiting in the past, suspended in time, unable to receive any semblance of closure or composure. All the pent up emotions rush out of her and guilt flashes in his eyes. "Let’s go inside first,” he says, “I’ll explain what I

Laurels eyes glanced over the paper that was spread across the window, she wasn’t sure if someone put this up before or during the outbreak. She shook her head, it really didn’t matter now. She spotted a tiny hole that she would be able to look out and see which way the undead were walking. She peered out the tiny hole and watched as they head towards the direction of what appeared to be gunshot. She shook her head slightly, use your damn knifes she thought to herself. She turned to face Sawyer. “I say let's go for it.” She nodded her head slightly, a nervous smile spreading across her

All of the sudden, her eyes began to water, and her mouth begins to quiver. She looks as she is going to cry. “Oh Rachel, I am so sorry for the way I treated you!” she says in the most sympathetic voice I had ever heard her use.

It was a normal day for Lilarose. “I was driving to school, listening to the radio, when suddenly it was interrupted. They were not sure what it was but they thought it was a terrorist attack,” she stated, recalling her memories from that tragic day. She had no idea what was going on, except for the radio informing her pieces of information.

Tears stream down Scarlet’s pale cheeks, her head filling with white-hot anger. “W-why did y-you t-t-tell me that?” she hiccups to her mother, Diana. Running a finger along her daughter’s freckled cheekbone, Diana presses her lips against Scarlet’s forehead. Bile rises from deep within her abdomen, but Diana forces the words out anyway. “Darling, you know why.”

I did not predict the apology that fell from his lips, an apology a million times over rehearsed out of regret. I did not interrupt, nor draw away my attention, not even when his speech bubbled with tears and his beard coated over their sparkle. I waited until he was done before opening my true mouth, gobbling up his head and escaping the ward with what little remained of Mother.

Añastasia felt the cold metal of the blade press against her throat. The flat side of the knife pushed against her neck firmly, enough to make it difficult to breath. "I don't think you understand the importance of this situation. Maybe I shouldn't have been so nice, but I'm not giving you a choice here, messenger." He spun her around so he was behind her with the blade still pressed against her throat, just under her jaw. He tucked the

My attention went from the two bickering to a blinding blue light shining from a few cell sections down from ours. "Shush!" I waved to them without turning around, the blue light was getting closer as I began to hear a ringing noise in my ears, it soon got louder and louder to the point that it hurt. "What's happening?" I screamed, "Make it stop!" Hibari cried, her wolf ears flattened on her head. "Sorry about that..." the ringing finally stopped, we all exchanged looks and groaned. "Cyena!" Raven gasped, running up to the bars and smiling at the little girl.