Malessic Short Stories

“We should go into this alley to discuss this.” Epsilon said. “Talking about this out loud isn’t the greatest idea.”

“That’s enough out of everyone and since we must continue, I suggest we continue in silence.”

Adrenaline was rushing through every vein in my body granting me immunity from doubt and logic. I tuned out the distracting clattering of my brother and the disappointed sigh from my mother as she heard my shrieking. Working with my teammate, Garen, we held back at the final turret. Delightfully murdering minion after minion, I slowly built up my courage. Suddenly one of the enemy champions wandered a bit too close for his sake. I grinned instantly planning to stun him. My hands moved as if by magic, the exact movements had become muscle memory. I used my right hand to place the cursor expertly over his poor head; in a split second, I had struck down on the "E" key stunning him. I smugly smiled; his health was about to drop instantly by 370hp after I landed my attack. Suddenly, my teammate jumped on the opportunity. As a close range attacker, he had gambled his life to flash into unsafe territory. I remained behind supporting to the best of my ability. Anxiety flooded my previously excited body; he had made it awfully effortless for us to be ambushed. Swiftly, Lux and Trundle emerged from the shrubbery on either side of us. My brain froze; my heart dropped to my

My story begins when my mom and I moved from Crafton, near Pittsburgh, to my grandparents’ house in Schwenksville at the beginning of first grade. In Crafton, there were not a lot children in my neighborhood; therefore, my wonderful mother and heart rending loneliness were my only friends. Fortunately, in my grandparent’s huge neighborhood, there were three amazing girls that became my best friends. However, those girls were not enough to combat my loneliness. At times these girls were mean to me, but my caring mother was there to lift my spirits. My mother was understanding and always knew what to say when I was lonely. As the story continues my life will hit an unexpected turn when I accepted a last minute invitation from a friend to attend

I immediately holstered my service pistol and switched over to my long baton. Toribio closed the gap between us sufficiently fast, so I decided to use the long baton. I knew that my taser would be ineffective at such a close distance. I

Amanojaku shook his head before he raised his staff into the air. They both rushed in to attack one another, quickly becoming stuck in a deadlock. The smaller youkai quickly overpowered Touya, pushing him back quick enough for him to lose his balance and for an opening to become available. Amanojaku reached out with his left hand and stuck it through Touya's chest. The youkai pulled his hand back and kicked Touya in his ribs sending the orangette tumbling

My hospital bed was ice cold and the bleak and empty white walls depressed me as the uncomforting thought that I would have to stay here for maybe another week brought tears to my eyes. The usual and oppressive smell of disinfectant lingered in the room as I recalled that night in my head, trying to convince myself it wasn’t my fault, as I had done everyday since the accident. It was the day everything changed and my life was turned upside down. Forever.

While listening to the StoryCorps stories, three of the five that I chose to focus on all have something in common. Each story depicts in some sort of way that hard work goes a long way in life. The stories I listen to were, “Anytime they had a stunt to do with a black actor, they would paint these white guys in blackface.” “The way that I look at my job as a vendor, I am a professional athlete.” and “All of a sudden Dr. King drove down the street.” These three stories showed that when you work hard, good things come to you. The “black actors” story talked about two men who wanted to become stuntmen for real actors. These two men were rejected from many films but continued practicing in parks, and on the streets. They would dive off park bleachers

It was a cold and starless night, three children and their dog ran away from home. Their names were Tanuki, Susie, and William along with their dog Snake. Their were fairly young for their age but in respectful terms. They ran away from home to go camping together, when they were setting up camp Susie started talking about a legend. "They say when it's a full moon that a wolf with glowing white eyes as bright as the moon, will come to take you to your grave!" Susie spoke in a creepy voice, the others were a little frightened but they didn't show it. "Susie! Stop telling us such ridiculous carrot tales! We know of the legend already but your just trying make it real!"

But I physically could not move I was just stuck in one spot almost paralyzed I just watched. Finally, Nyasha came to drag my arm to go to the other room until we all hear a slapping sound that echoed throughout the whole house I turn back around and see Maiguru cupping her cheek while Babamukuru stands over her. Nyasha did not look surprised but she did the unthinkable. She attacks her dad Babamukuru. She hits him multiple times until he finally pushes her off and hits her before it could get any more serious Maiguru steps in front of her daughter. “She was not apart of this leave her out of it she was just protecting her mother” Maiguru states. “Tambu and Nyasha run to your room right now” We each take off running and lock the door to our room. Nyasha just sits on her bed and looks at her door blankly no expression whatsoever. Then she starts talking “you know they argue all the time I do not even know why she puts up with him she would be just fine on her own I mean she has enough education to be at least.” Then the unthinkable happens she starts laughing like a mad woman. I looked at her confused on why she was laughing until she breaks down in

She evaded those blows too. Then she stabbed him through the chest with her blade and jerked it around inside of him to finish him off. As he gasped his last breath, she shrugged and noted, “Told ya.” Then she turned away as Celesta claimed him as well. While it should’ve been over, it wasn’t. She felt the vibe and swung her blade

He leap from my head and made her way towards Yumihime. But, before she reached her, the ninja slammed headfirst into an electic red barrier. She fell to the ground, stunned, with wisps of smoke curling from her ears.

Exploration of How Males are Presented in Victorian Short Stories Charles Dickens was a prominent author who wrote on the historical eighteenth century issues relevant to the Victorian context. He wrote the following short stories and novels, Captain Murderer, Sikes and Nancy and the Great Expectations. In these stories there are three comparable characters that I am going to compare and contrast. These characters are Captain Murderer (from Captain Murderer), Sikes (from Sikes and Nancy) and finally Magwitch (from Great Expectations). Additionally, I will also refer, where possible, to the historical and Victorian context within which they are written.

In the world of baking appoints two out of many great leaders by the names of Gaston Lenotre (age 88) and Lionel Poilane (age 57). Chef Lenotre and Chef Poilane like many others were born into a family of Chefs. Although they were apart of great new methods of pastry cooking, it is also understood that a team of other professional cooks/chefs helped to make dreams of these two chefs come true. These were indeed two true legends that helped shape the life of pastry then and now. As the research goes on the interesting points of these men will be revealed (in a good way). The ages mentioned prior to, are the ages that they had lived to see and within that time frame were able to open the eyes of upcoming pastry professionals, also even to their

Roughly eighteen minutes had passed since Payne left his apartment, and he already wanted to go home.