My Papaw Short Story

When O’Connor was 12, her father took a position with the American Legion Post of Georgia and spent most of his time traveling. Edward was traveling so much that he and the family started to neglect financial obligations, and ended up having to move to Milledgeville. A few years later, when O’Connor was 15, her father died at age 45 from Lupus. O’Connors father was always on the road, so he was hardly at home. With him always gone and then his passing, it was clear that

The memoir Hillbilly Elegy, written by J.D. Vance, is the remarkable story of a young man’s challenges of growing up in poverty. The book focuses on the difficulties that come along with living in Appalachia, and the family issues that go on as well. Living in poverty introduced Vance to a world filled with toxicity and violence. This unhealthy environment caused Vance to develop a conflict within himself, making him struggle with his self-identity. In Hillbilly Elegy, Vance uses Conflict to empathize the toxicity that surrounded his family.

John has not had any major illness until later in life when being diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes at the age of 62, and suffering skin cancer on the face and ear. Neuropathy also has plagued John he is not able to walk his usual two miles daily. John started smoking at a young age and continued for years, smoking three packs a day in his prime. He quit smoking off and on for several years, he is happy to say the last cigarette to touch his lips has been 16 years. When asking him what made him quit for the final time oddly enough it was not for health reasons. When businesses would not let patrons smoke in their establishments he said, “To hell with you, I will show you whose boss!” therefore, he quit. John’s father died when he was nine months old from a brain tumor, his mother at the ripe old age of 87, from complications due to diabetes and Alzheimer’s.

My Papaw, Ronald Christie Smith has inspired strength and in almost everyone he meets. Whether it be helping around in a lower class house as a kid, working for his family after his father's death, or even raising a family of six at such a young age, Ron has always been a major stronghold for his family.

In the small town of Paulsville, Pennsylvania, a middle class family was beginning their morning. They were most certainly accustomed to the monotonous hum of daily life, and on that one day, nine-year old Joseph Myers merrily went through his regular routine. First he brushed his teeth, then he showered, and eventually lumbered downstairs to enjoy a plentiful breakfast that included two whole eggs, toast, a banana, an orange, and a tall glass of milk. His father, Daniel, was still asleep from a hard night of work, and his mother, Jessica, was getting ready to leave to her law firm. Finally, Joseph was ready to begin his two mile tricycle ride to Dabson Elementary School. Just before he ventured outside, he caught a glimpse of his father’s

It was a chilly, yet warm, summer night. My grandparents were babysitting my siblings and me for what seemed like eternity. My parents were at a business meeting out of the municipality of Wabash. For some odd, strange reason I was chattering to my pappaw on my miniscule front porch. For a different reason I was in a colossal, camouflaged sleeping bag. I was covered completely from my shoulders to my dactyls discussing to my pappaw about random subjects. Then, all of a sudden, we were onto the subject of the gruesome Vietnam War. He lasted for almost a year.“Boom! I flew into the air. I can’t remember what happened after I stepped on the land mine. The next thing I knew my leg had been amputated .”

Grandpa Casper (“Cap”), my mother’s father, had a difficult life. His mother died shortly after he was born and he grew up in the tiny town of Judge, Missouri. His family did not have much money; it was sometimes necessary to get up early to shoot a squirrel so that he would have food for breakfast. Grandpa Cap completed a sixth-grade education at age sixteen because Pointer’s Creek, the public one-room schoolhouse, was far from home and he had to walk the distance; however, he strove to attend. It was important to both him and his family that he receive his first

A young adult man met his primary care physician for the first time, during which his prior military history came to light. The young man recalled the anxiety he experienced when he received his military orders for deployment to Iraq. Prior to the notice of deployment, he smoked cigarettes only occasionally, maybe 1 or 2 cigarettes a day. As the time for deployment approached, he started smoking more cigarettes and by the time he arrived in Iraq was up to a full pack a day. Throughout the 12-month deployment, he steadily increased his smoking with peak consumption of nearly 40 cigarettes a day. The soldier suffered several significant combat-related traumas resulting in mild physical injuries.

Even after being begged not to move from the tiny apartment to Clybourne Park, an all white part of Chicago, the Youngers decided to move anyway. They decided to take the leap of faith and start a new life in a part of town where they knew they wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms. They knew that they weren’t going to get to their new house and see a gift basket on the front porch. The Youngers had courage though, and they took the chance.

Xion emerged from the dark portal into an alley. 'It's super quiet...' Wasking out of the alley, she found day that the main square outside of the Collisuem was empty. 'Where is everyone?' She wondered.

Xion created a dark portal, today would be her first solo mission, partly because she wanted to prove her own worth, but mostly because was too distraught to think about getting a partner.

Everyday around 5pm the men of the neighborhood would begin to slowly gather to a neighbor’s home. The objective was just to have a great time with great people. It was a time during the day where everyone drank to unwind and get comfortable. Instead of a local bar with strangers it was with their family and their friends. They talked about their day at work, as most of the men came straight from their jobs with some still wearing their uniform. They sat for hours into the late evening, laughing, telling stories, and gambling by playing cards. It didn’t matter if it was a weekday; it was all about having a great time with the people who were most

Hello Mom, This was probably handed to you as an excuse for getting up so late, I think it would work marvelously as such, but thats a moot point under the circumstances. This was written between 4:30-6 in the morning, and is a completely unexaggerated account of my dream, I usually have two step removed from having the dream and reciting it, this is what only one step looks like, so hopefully it paints a better picture of what the inside of my head looks like than my garbled groggy morning talk ever could. It’s fading away quickly, but for now I have a photographic like memory of it. I will write it like a short story.

“How about, ‘aw, you are a very independent young lady and I admire you for it.’ Something along those lines,” I joked.

A young man with slick brown hair and an annoyed expression stood in the natural lighted kitchen. The walls were painted with a calm beige, and a steel black oven sat in front of him. He spoke in an annoyed tone. “Hey Jake do you mind telling me why you got this oven from Portugal?! I can’t read the instructions you dimwit!”