Loren And Eddie's Short Story: A View From The Bridge

His phone pinged on the bedside table, indicating that he had a text, but he ignored it and flopped onto his immaculate white bed. The sounds of his parents arguing still traveled upstairs and the ringing of the slamming door haunted his ears. However, bad as the distraction was, there was nothing in the world that could have stopped him from falling asleep as soon as he hit the

Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.

On the bridge by Todd Strasser, is a short story about a kid called Seth Dawson, he wants to be just like Adam Lockwood, but Seth soon sees Adams true colours. I was angered by the way Bruce tried to act cool and tough, but he is fake and isn’t what he said he is. Bruce acted like the man when he told Seth a story about how he beat up this senior. But in reality he didn’t really beat him, he just made up the story. Another instance where Bruce tried to be the cool guy was when he flicked the butt of his cigarette off the bridge.

There were no tears as Angie went up the stairs and gently shook Lillian awake after calling 911. The young girl was bleary-eyed and confused at being woken up. Angela brought her downstairs and cuddled with her on the couch until the police came. All she would tell her young sister was that Father was in an accident.

The awe and confusion on his face had prompted her to kiss him again, eventually he kissed her back. All the pent up emotions from the day came out in their kisses. She held his face in her hand as she tried to show him that he was not a monster. He timidly wrapped his arms around her and she let her feelings lead. Leaning into his embrace she let her own hands tug at his tunic. She removed her own shirt and hip scarf. Taking his trembling hands in her own soft brown ones, she guided him and showed him how to touch her. From there, any remaining clothes were removed and they found comfort in each other’s embrace. It was a pleasurable experience for both, his sweet inexperience was exactly what she had needed after a long day of heavy emotions. Having him help her escape had never been a motive of her plan, but when he offered she gladly accepted. She never regretted their one night together. He had never mentioned it and she had never dared to either. It was a secrete just between them. She had been his first, she was also the first person to look at him and tell him he was not a monster. She knew he had feelings for her, but he had never interfered with her relationship with

Everyone except the bus driver and coach had fallen asleep. 6 hours passed by and when they woke, they could see nothing but road and sand with a few shrubs popping up. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?”, coach Brown asked while looking around. “We had to make a small detour for gas, there should be a small town up ahead, we’ll only be a couple hours behind schedule.”, the bus driver said arrogantly. As they rode into the sandy, broken down town, smoke rose from the hood of the bus and the engine started making unusual noise. The bus broke down. “Looks like we’re going to be here for a minute. Let’s go see if we can find some supplies around town”, coach Brown said. Coach took Claire, Kyle, Phillip and Kennedi went to the west while the other 6 students from the bus went east. They walked around in the torn buildings looking for anything useful. When they realized there was nothing there, they met back up at the bus but the bus driver was no longer there. He left his phone inside his hat on the hood of the bus and a little dried up blood on the road. Nervousness slowly arose, “He probably just went looking for supplies...right”, Kennedi said, looking at the dent left in the bus. “Does it look like he

Since he said it, he felt weird and heard this sound that Mrs. Fitzgerald saying: “Alem, Alem? Wake up! It’s time to go to school!!” And Alem realized it was dream. When he woke up, it was morning and it was the first time to go to school yesterday. Alem said: “Then, was it all a dream? Were my mom and dad not died? Thank God, it was all dream. Thank God.” Mrs. Fitzgerald said: “Alem, what are you doing? Did you dream a nightmare? Alem, we have no time. Eat breakfast and ready to go to school.” “Okay, Mrs. Fitzgerald. I’m coming.” Alem whispered. While he is in school; he was not good because of the dream. The friend, Robert said, “Alem, what’s the matter? Did you get a bad thing yesterday? Or do you think that you don't want to go to school

An electronic beep of an alarm clock begins Crystal's day. She wakes up, groggy, swinging her legs to the edge of her bed while rubbing her shoulder. The cold wooden floor against her feet sends small shivers up her back, as she walks across the room to her dresser. She thumbs through her shirts in the top drawer, quickly deciding on a black stone wash tee. She spends even less time choosing her pants, grabbing the first pair of pants in the bottom drawer, dark blue skinny jeans. In the bathroom she quickly showers, styles her hair, and does her make-up, making herself look presentable for her job. She wakes up her son, who after ten minutes drags himself out of bed, and gets ready for the day. She hands him the lunch she packed for him,

As the sun peeked through the blinds on her front window, Gianna stretched and panicked she was late for school. Then she remembered it was summer break and she could take her time getting out of bed. She wondered how many more mornings it would take for her to realize she didn’t have to rush into the shower and get to school. Instead, she contemplated what she felt like doing today. It looked like a nice day so probably the beach as usual. Just then her phone began sending notifications.

The day continues like every other day but little did sally know this was going to be a different day for her. When sally got to 6th period she got a text from a random number it's said to come meet me at 3251 w 15.st ,sally was immediately freaked out by this. She showed all her friends during 6th period and asked them if they knew were that was john hurriedly googled the address and they discovered it was the haunted house they had been talking about earlier. She was planning on going but know she doesn't know because what if it's someone dangerous. She and her friends decided they were going to confront this person tonight. After School, she rushed home to get her things ready she packed pepper spray, a light, her phone, and a candle with matches. She was going to meet everybody at the house at 7. Attempting to act normal around her parents was very difficult. Her mom and dad

8:00 AM: Ted is sitting in 1st period, Literature class. He didn’t write his essay. He is being a dejected little kid, sitting with his arms crossed, pouting in the back of the room. When his teacher comes past to get his paper, he shakes his head. His teacher scowls and moves

Addison shut the door behind her, the smile still etched onto her face. Finally one of the dates her friends set her up on went slightly okay. She’d been going on bad date after bad date to move on. Even hooking up with some of them, but they still weren’t him. They weren’t Nick. She hated herself for thinking that. It had been months since he walked out on her. She should hate him, part of her did, but her heart took a while to catch up. He'd been gone for ages, but it was only a couple of weeks ago that Addison started to actually move on. Of course, she wasn’t actually interested in dating them, but her friends were concerned about her and it sure did help take her mind off of him. It wasn’t a huge thing, but she stopped sleeping in his old shirts or sleeping on his old side of the bed. She stopped feeling so heartbroken. Addison dropped down onto the couch, running her hand through her neat curls and taking then taking off her heels. She turned the TV on, mostly for background noise as she curled up on the couch. Addison had basically fallen asleep on the couch until she heard a knock at her front door.

Faint music played into the ears of the teen from a pair of dangling earphones as he made his way to the fridge and pulled a pack of bacon from it's contents, placing it onto the island counter with a slap. Thin fingers plucked at the wrapper until eventually peeling it open and retrieving a slice from the rest only to waft it beneath his nose. Jackie stood leaning onto the counter with his elbows as he nibbled at the raw meat. The sound of movement coming from the rather large apartment's hall signaled his mother, and her boyfriend, Mark, finally waking up and scurrying to get ready for the morning task of dropping him off. Their tardiness was no surprise to him, but it gave him time earlier this morning to finish packing and get ready without

Caroline said her son liked to stay in his bedroom every time he came back from school and he would play loud music. Two months ago, Anthony came back home after hanging out with his friends, and walked straight to his room, he had been in the bedroom for too long and he didn’t come down for dinner, the house was quiet, no sound of music or her son talking on the phone.

It was now six in the morning when the sun shined through Arthur’s window. His phone rang, which caused him to wake. He blindly reached over to the table beside his bed, picking up the phone before he answered it, sitting up in his bed.