Mr. Goodsby's Short Story Essay: Cookie

Bud remembered how his mother would read books to him before he went to bed. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. When Bud arrived at the library, he knew he was on the lam. He slept under one of the trees that were outside the library doors. Bud grabbed his blanket out his suit case and put it over his head. Bud decided to go to the mission to get some breakfast in the morning. He knew he would have to wake up extra early so he could get a good spot in line. Then, later he would go back to the mission for lunch.

Pikes Peak is a beautiful, rocky mountain with a fantastic view. The day my family and I were going to go up Pikes Peak the day was gorgeous. Heading up the mountain is so relaxing, having conversations with my family while looking out the tinted window. Looking out my window I could see columns and rows of the most perfect looking pine trees rising up the peak. During the climb it was so admirable and calm as I was thinking in my head, what a perfect day. The view was fantastic as I got to see the world breathing in all of the fresh air. Pikes Peak has three lakes which are very inviting with its clear blue water glistening from the sun. The lookout on the very tip of Pikes Peak was very foggy and chilly. The view was pretty cool since I’ve

To see the wind, with a man his eyes, it is unpossible, the nature of it is so fine, and subtle; yet this experience of the wind had I once myself, and that was in the great snow that fell four years ago: I rode in the highway betwixt Topcliff-upon-Swale, and Borowe Bridge, the way being somewhat trodden afore, by wayfaring men.

Wiping the sweat from my brow I called a halt to the crew. Phil and I dumped our packs and found a comfy boulder to rest on. I looked back to where the last guys were coming from back down the trail. They had stopped talking a while back and marched slowly along the dirt trail. Phil produced an energy-bar he’d saved from breakfast and began to munch on it as I drained another water bottle. After the refreshing drink I laid back against the rock and stared up at the pine trees. But a moment later, hearing grumble about sore legs, I sat up, grinning, “By the map we only have another couple hours.”

In fitful sleep, she dreamt dreams of Indians, palmettos, cotton, tobacco, rice, indigo, and eagles flying through the skies calling to her, telling her to take this trail or that, and her reaching up, trying to catch them before they flew away. The next morning, she helped Nancy build a fire under the big, black iron pot out back of the cabin and then fill it with water so they could wash clothes. About an hour later, as they hung the first of the wash on the line, they heard a rider coming up the back trail; the trail that led down to Fort Charlotte.

The wind sent dirt into the air, “making it difficult to breathe” as wells as blinding the innocent walkers of the street. The wind did everything to “discourage the people” from walking outside, sending most, except for the brave, indoors. Furthermore, the wind rattled garbage cans, opened and closed windows and doors, and dislodged hats off the walkers heads and “pried

Embers flew from the campfire, and into the starry night sky; meanwhile, the campers, Jackie, Carl, and Jim, sat close to it for warmth. “Now who's ready for a campfire story?” said Jackie. “You can sometimes go a little overboard, so Carl is taking the wheel.” Carl continued, “Once upon a time” Jim screams, and Carl rolls his eyes at Jim, “May I proceed,” He responds rhetorically. By the time Carl finishes the scary story, Jim has already dashed into the tent, startling his dog, a basset hound named Roxy. Carl along with Jackie look at each other in regretful worry, as they walk towards Jim's tent.

She pulled the big knife she‘d brought with her, out of her waist belt, and said, “Well since you’re here, you’re going to have to help me gut him, bleed him, and truss him up. I can’t throw him over my shoulder and carry him the way your daddy would. Come on, I’ll show you where the scent glands are, we have to be careful not to cut them, when we dress him out, or it will ruin the taste of the meat.”

In the passage, the wind is described as an annoying and violent force which works against the people, and especially Lutie, showing her discomforting and annoyed attitude in her new place. As described by the narrator, the wind “rattled tops of garbage cans, sucked window shades...and it drove most people of the street [due to] ...it’s violent assault”. In addition to creating dangerous walkways,

Breakfast didn't have to many mosquitoes in them, and rounding up the oxen, chicken, and cows were quite easier than normal. Today is going to be a good day I thought to myself. We were all traveling behind the leader, when he stopped at this bubbling pool of water. He screamed, We're here! I had no clue what here was but I just followed what everyone else was doing. They said we could wash our clothes here and clean up everything, so I did. It was very warm water, and I thought it was boiling but it was just from ancient volcanic activity. All of our clothes were washed and I was right about the good day I was going to have. For some reason I wasn't sore or tired when I woke up, so that led me to believe that I was going to have a good day. We left Soda Spring around lunch time and our next stop was Fort Hall. I heard Fort Hall you can trade things for hats and other types of clothing. When we get there I'm going to buy a hat to keep the sun out of my eyes. I heard you can also buy other things like repair kits and that stuff. We reached Fort Hall at about 6 o'clock at night. We decided to rest for the rest of the day, because there's no point to go out for 2 hours to move on the journey. In the morning we left at 6 because we forgot to wake up, and we left Fort Hall. About a week and a half later we came upon the Three Island Crossing. Now we had to cross the snake river. Our choices were to ride a ferry along the shallow looking river, or float along the river with the wagon and making our animals swim. I talked to Mr. Swanson about this because I didn't want to try and guide my oxen and cow along the river, that just seems outrageous. I finally convinced him to make us take the ferry, because it would be a lot easier and the cost is only $20. We made it across easy with nothing bad happening, and now we are on the other side. I'm afraid one of these days I will accidentally drop

By the time, the Westbound arrived in Havre; the look from the dome car passengers was one of quizzical awe. Rising from their dome car seats and looking out the windows the passengers were straining to get a glimpse of a brochure promised mountain-any mountain. The brochures didn’t mention much about the thousand miles of Great Plains from Fargo, North Dakota to Cut Bank, Montana. It would be six more westbound hours, before those mountain views appeared.

The settlement of Cripple Creek came in sight as the men drove the herd of cattle through several large red sandstone monoliths. The cattle bellowed and moved in a strait forward procession down the winding dirt road, with El Capitan, known by the Spaniards as the ‘The Leader’ of the great Rocky Mountains, in view.

By Saturday afternoon, the eighty-seven residents in the rural southern town of Wrongberight have borne the wrath of four days of intensive intermittent rainstorms. Yet another storm approaches the town from the northeast, augmenting their woes. One of the locals, Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived here and has a homespun philosophy concerning weather – ‘weather will be weather and it will not prevent her from doing as she damn pleases’. Therefore, around four on this particular Saturday, as ominous clouds lace the sky and soaring Pines bend to the rhythm of gusting wind, she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, and gradually eases out of her driveway. Cautiously, she turns onto Flat Bottom Road and follows it south

Alarmed, he jumped out of his old bed into hopped into his new cowboy boots, threw on his hat, buttoned up his vest, and pinned on his shiny badge. After a few minutes of fumbling around to get ready he stumbled out the door. His legs shock like an earthquake as Rick jumped up onto his horse buckey ready to start

While far out to sea the yacht Mignonette Captained by Dudley, along with first mate Stephens, a sailor named Brooks and a cabin boy named Richard Parker were capsized by a wave. The four previously mentioned crewmembers made it to a lifeboat with only a handful of canned turnips as provisions. They had no fresh water available. After the turnips were eaten they had no food or water for eight days. The cabin boy drank sea water and was very ill. On the 19th day without food or water Dudley wanted to draw straws to see who should die for the rest to eat. The rest did not agree with this idea and they did not draw straws. Yet another day passed without food or water and no ship to rescue them. Dudley alone made the decision to kill the cabin boy Parker with a pen knife. All three other crewmembers ate Parker. A few days later they were rescued. The crewmembers were detained and went to trial. The