Max Fleisher : A Short Story

In the fall, Grandma Lynn calls Jack and says she's moving in. That December, Mr. Harvey has been gone over a year, and nobody has been able to find him. Susie feels sorry for Len Fenerman because he didn't solve the crime in time or get the lady. (Apparently, when Abigail left for California, she cut all ties to Len.) Len feels extremely guilty for not solving Susie's case.

Aileana Sutherland is a strong willed, independent young Southern California surfer, who moves to Scotland her father’s homeland. She’s drawn to her grandmother’s home on the sea cliffs outside of Durness, Scotland. After an awful break-up with her boyfriend, who she walked in on while he’s having sex with another woman. Aileana wants only to escape the painful memories of his betrayal. She needs a break from dating and decides to stay at her grandmother’s cottage while her heart heals. Aileana is sure time and distance are what she needs to get over her heartbreak. Being a writer, she is able to work anywhere she is can get an internet connection. She’s writing a piece on the oil well platforms located offshore near her grandmother’s

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Armed with her best parasol, she left the house after briefly saying goodbye to her extremely distraught father. Their carriage made it’s way to the fair and dropped them at the front, but after less than two hours perusing the grounds, another storm rolled in. The rain came fast and hard, drenching the pair within minutes. They huddled under the scant protection their umbrellas offered while waiting for the coach. Once inside, they giggled and began peeling off their more delicate accessories, gently laying them out while assuring each other the wet would not harm their

In times of emergency, life and death, and tragic despair, people often are reminded of the umbrella of stress that hangs over us. With such a world people live in today, at times its common to be caught up in the minor details of life; rather than enjoying the beauty of it all. Almost everyday, we live in a sheltered life, hidden away in our communities, just trying to skate by. But there are sometimes moments that occur in a lifetime, where that sheltered routine, that is so ingrained in our minds, is taken upon differently. August 29, 2005, day one of hurricane Katrina; this date, is one that is permanently ingrained in thousands of citizens of New Orleans. On this day, people have seen family members drown, houses destroyed, as well as

The protagonist Peter is trying to cope with his mother abandoning him and having to adjust his life to live with his grandfather in an old, rusty, abandoned movie theatre. He had nowhere else to go and felt all he had was his best friend Kalmain (Joseph Pedley) and that old shack he calls home. To make matters even worse, Peter devastatingly finds out his new home is going to be torn down by a mining company. His reality is everyone’s worst nightmare. Pete’s grandfather Jubi is always looking out for Pete’s best, at least he is trying to. Pete’s home meant to so much to him, as he and his mother, before she left, spent so many happy times and he has great memories there. Such as how his mum promised him one day that they would open up a beautiful restaurant, so day after day he would

Brian is a thirteen year old boy whose parents are recently divorced because of his mothers affair. He's not sure how to handle living with his mother during the school year and his father during summer. He ends up having a terrifying but yet incredible adventure of a lifetime when he boards a plane heading for the Canadian North woods to visit his father. The pilot begins to have pain in his left shoulder arm and stomach which leads to a heart attack and death. Since brain had no experience flying a plane except for the brief lesson the pilot gave him earlier the plane ends up crashing in the wilderness. Brian has to adapt and learn how to survive after giving up on the thought of him being

July 4th has always been a big deal for my family and friends, we always get together in Milton New Hampshire for the weekend. Last year was no different, I found myself sitting in the front of the boat with sun kissed skin from the action-packed day of playing in the water. Sitting there now watching the light pink sky over the horizon slowly turn dark, as the storm is starts to roll in. I could feel the light mist coming off the lake as the boat gracefully glides over the water.

Max Speers has been dealing with the unthinkable and this is why he was there for and we have now gone of an unthinkable situation, and Max has died for his country and the people on this plante, all dealing with aliens, but dealing with a predator within humanity, a fifth column which has been successful so far in causing us a great deal of damage and harm; and people like Max, were involved in exposing that fifth column, he knew he was going to die, he knew he was in a trap, he told his mother that. So, what was his purpose? His purpose was basically to investigate and deal with enemies in other realities; I myself was threaten only a week ago, and I was brief last Monday that they actually wanted to take me as well. Who is they? I don’t think is suitable to say that on air.

Ten years ago, Spect had spent his evenings playing with his toddler. Reese was an adorable child who loved to swim, run and draw pictures. As a storm blew in one evening, the family had struggled to

When he got down there he found a key rack with a single key on it. He grabbed the key and looked at it. It was clearly a boat key. “THIS IS MY CHANCE,” shouted Rainsford. He ran outside and looked around for 30 minutes or so. Then he found it. A nice red speedboat. Rainsford ran onto the boat and cranked the engine. It roared to life with great power Rainsford could hardly control his inner excitement. This excitement reminded him of when he first started hunting big game, back when he killed a lion in Africa. He shook away the memory this is no time for that, Rainsford thought. He sped off in the direction of where he landed only a few days prior. He drove past the landing site with intense hatred and anger. How could a spot of land cause such anger, Rainsford thought. He shook away the thought and a new one replaced it, this was it! He was escaping the island that almost killed him multiple times! Rainsford arrived on land a few hours later to find Whitney standing near the shore talking to a man, but he looked different somehow. Rainsford ran to him shouting,” Whitney! Whitney! I’ve returned” Whitney turned around and Rainsford realized why he looked different. Whitney had aged 30 years! When

wondered how Mike would react to be having another suspect. I sent him a quick text alerting him that I think I found another suspect. Within minutes he was at my door step and in my room. “Tell me all about it, but I still think it is Spencer Bratcher...” complained Mike.

Virgil Flinn, my grandpa who I called papaw, was the most admirable person in the world to me. He was the strongest, most proud and selfless person I have known. When people talk about him there is never anything bad to say and they’re always laughing. When he was alive, people viewed him as a leader, and if they knew him they still do.

Twelve-year-old Sam Gribley is tired of city life. Determined to succeed at surviving on his own in the Catskill Mountains, Sam takes forty dollars he’s earned selling magazine subscriptions along with a few other odds and ends and announces to his Dad that he’s leaving New York City to run away and live in the woods. Sam’s dad indulges what he sees as a passing youthful impulse and recalls his own failed boyhood attempt to run to the sea. Mr. Gribley tells his son, “Sure, go try it. Every boy should try it.” And with those words Sam is off and running.

It’s cool and dark outside of the car as we drive, dark clouds hovering over the plains as fat, heavy drops of water fall from the full clouds. The lights of cars and streetlights and cars blur with the flow of water on the side windows, our speed not fast enough to force the drops to flow back along the windows. It’s not until we start on the highway and the water starts to move that I find my objects of interest in front of me in the form of the rain and the memories of my childhood that surface with them.