Narrative Essay : A Short Story : The Story-A Story?

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

“Stay focused on what I’ve already asked you to find. I need a turn-of-the-century farmhouse that needs some updating, and an old, New England barn with a cupola.”

Joan stepped around the desk warily, her balance wavering on the uneven layers of loose rocks coating the building’s shattered floors. She picked her way down from where the table stood towards Mark’s speculative figure, leaning on his shovel as he looked out from the crush of rocks towards the city proper.

BOOM!, BOOM!, BOOM! As the bombs hit the surface of Earth from a Martin Baltimore a bomber plane. It was a disaster the small town Yogi Socky in the middle of nowhere U.S.A.was destroyed many were killed for a few boys hiding in the cellar of their church. All the boys knew each other's name because they are close members of the church George, Mark, Logan, and Ryan. George said,

The bosun slashed his cutlass through the air. ‘Not ‘afore ‘e tells us where ‘e buried the treasure.’

The rain was pouring down. There was no doubt that this was the worst storm they have ever faced. Lightning lit up the night sky and a clap of thunder goes off in the distance. It was sometime at eight o'clock when the storm started, and it had not stopped for three hours. The clopping of horse shoes against the cobblestone road echoed throughout. A horse and buggy flew down the street. The man driving fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out his pocket watch. 11:21, it said.

It was getting brighter outside of my bedroom window. The grass was greener than ever and the sky was a bright blue. My room was neat and tidy, the bed was a beautiful cyan. I walked up to my bed and lied down. Suddenly everything went into a swirl of darkness and I saw my father's body lying motionless on the ground, a gun beside him. I screamed.

“Oy!” The apple-stand woman yelled after him, as he lunged over her small display. “You off your chumps?!”

This weekend was going to be the best one of the summer I could feel it. The sun shining bright made just perfect for swimming. Then the nights would be marvelous for firework watching and stargazing. I couldn't wait for the next day as it will be an exciting adventure but Ella and I always go on adventures. Knowing all of this I could tell it was going to be a great 4th of July with Ella especially since we were going to go camping. Which is we're Ella and I have had some of our best adventures.

It was cold snowy day at the jones house. It was as cold as the ice on northern sea. It was very windy and a huge blizzard began to happen. The temperature felt as if we were standing outside in Antarctica. A few kids that were outside building miniature snowmans. It felt like a winter wonderland to them. Later they started heading inside to stay warm and safe from the storm.

The day was like any other. Delilah woke up and went to the coffee shop which she has been working at the last 5 months. Nothing exciting ever happens at her shop all she does is take coffee orders and gives people coffee. She has the same people, but every now and then she gets someone new but then that someone new turns into a regular she always loved when

It was a rainy cold night. There was a huge thunderstorm coming in from the west. Lightning filled the sky with flashes of light. The crackling of thunder in the night. By now it was 3 in the morning and it's still pouring outside. He hears a tap at the window. He is awake now and hears fears what could be outside of his window. There were a thousand thoughts running through his head now. It could just be a bug he thought to himself. But it happened more than one and then it was a very fast tapping. And now he knows that it's not a bug, it was something like a person. He couldn’t get enough courage to get up and go look what made the sound. He finally got the courage to look out the window. All he saw was a balloon on the end of the driveway. He didn't know how it got there or who would put it there at 3 in the morning. This made absolutely no sense why the balloon is there and what was tapping one the window. He went to sleep but he woke up at 5 in the morning. He didn't remember hearing a tapping noise again. He fell asleep again and woke up around 9. He didn't felt completely fine, There was something wrong. He went farther into the day without mentioning the incident. He went on about his day and later on he felt better than he did in the morning. But when he went to sleep he heard the same thing and he looked out the window but there was nothing. So he went outside to see what there was but all he saw was a black figure in the trees. He didn't want to imagine what it

“Calm down and let me tell you why he can’t help us. Richard is not a criminal lawyer, and he said that is what we needed. He has a friend who is a criminal lawyer; I hired him to defend you. When I leave here, I’m meeting with a bail bondsman, and you’ll go home tonight.”

Your story goes here: It was one of the worst thunderstorms of the year as I was watching a movie at my uncle's house. The heavy rain splattering the window beside me and the distant thunder gave a calming ambience to the dull background. It was around 9:30 pm that I decided to head to bed. I gently opened the door and tiptoed across the hall, quiet to not wake up my sleeping uncle, who wouldn't exactly be calm about being woke up. My uncle was slightly groggy fellow, he wasn't exactly what you’d call a exciting person. He has black shaggy hair compared to my slick blond hair, he wears usually loose clothing so his belly usually bulges out too. As I crawled into my bed, I still heard the rainy dripping outside as my sight faded to black. I woke to a banging sound, I thought it was something that fell from downstairs, something not uncommon in the the old house. I decided to climb out of bed and look out the window. I undid the curtains and tried to see through the murky glass. I cleared the fog from the window and looked outside. The field behind our house was all I saw. I looked at the cellar under my window and saw nothing too. “Yep something fell,” I remember murmuring. I climbed back into bed and dozed away again. I woke again to another bang, I looked to my left to see the time and saw I had only slept 30 minutes. I was now becoming confused, why would something fall twice in the night, thunder can't shake a house. Can it?

Once upon a time in Ancient Greece on the isle of Crete in a small wood near a cottage on a hill outside the city of knossos the hero andrew was chopping firewood. when he heard the snapping of twiggs behind him he quickly turns around and raises the axe ready to swing but to his surprise he sees the very chiron legendary centurtur and riding on his back the legendary hero theseus, Andy dropped the axe and he was speechless. But after a minute or so he finally managed to say “you...your…….you're real?”