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

The world was so big to a boy who had lived in a small town called Waterfront for his whole life. It was a silly name for a place that had no water around for miles though. It was set on a plateau at least a mile from the ground and surrounded by desert. There were highways jutting out of either side of the town as if the plateau had lifted out of the ground causing the road to break apart. The rest of the road at the bottom went as far as the eye could see. No one had ever seen a vehicle on the roads. The only way up to the town was by plane or airlift, but no one had ever left, and no one ever came. Elijah was the only kid in Waterfront. His parents barely knew he existed and were always working in the only skyscraper in town.

CRASH! ZAP! POW! A thunderous lightning bolt struck Billy while he was flying his kite outside of his house in the clear, blue, Arizona sky. Billy lied in the dead grass and had smudges of soot across him as though someone drew on him with a pencil. He mustered out a couple of coughs, while a small, black cloud escaped his mouth with every cough.

“Hitomi! Wait! Please slow down!” I scream down the side of the street. My Japanese slurring the more I pant. My backpack flailing on my back; it’s quite the sight. A pair of businessmen and I exchange strange glances as I try to catch up to my embarrassed friend.

Mr. Johnson put on his uncomfortable shoes and then trudged out into the way to bright morning sunshine. He was not in the best of moods, so when he stopped at a newspaper stand to get his daily morning newspaper, he spoke very angrily the the salesperson to “hurry up.” When another man came to buy a paper, Mr. Johnson quickly stole his wallet and hid it in a secret pocket in his jacket. Then he acted extremely sorry when the man couldn’t find it and even paid the 60 cents for the paper, so as to not look suspicious.

You wake up in the morning to find that you aren’t in your bed, you aren’t even in your room! You’re in the middle of a giant maze. A sign is hanging on the ivy. You have three hours. Don’t touch the walls. He looks around confused. Next to him his dog sits waiting command from him. Joe thinks silently, why am I here, did I do something to upset someone? I have an hour to get out. Jake, my goldendoodle, sniffs and starts to walk away, Joe starts to call him back right after he takes off in a sprint. Jake is in a full sprint turning curves, wagging his tail and barking. Joe tries to keep up, after he loses sight the barking stop. Joe hears a few whimpers and starts sprinting to find them. Joe’s blood pounds in his ears, his heart races, he starts to see all of the memories that he has with Jake. Turning all the corners as fast as he can and looking desperately he finds Jake. Jake is sitting staring at the wall whimpering, there is a little hole at the bottom of the hedge. Joe grabs Jake’s collar and crouches down to his level and scratched his ear.

James turns around, sees her. He immediately rubs his pant legs fast. They cross over toward each other.

I woke up to the loud screeching of the prison bell. I'll never be used to the metal hammer pounding on the bell every morning. I stood up as the mechanical cell door opened, the old cogs in the mechina rattled. I tried to walk out and tripped over my cell mates foot.

"Let's see." Rin said as she picked out her lipstick. "Should I use the maroon or the rose?" She held the two up to the light to judge the color. "Maybe you should where none and then jump of the school's roof." A little voice in the back of her head said manically. "Oh shut up." she moaned as she put the lipstick on. "Sweetie come get your breakfast." Rin's mom shouted from down the hall. "Coming." Rin yelled back. "Maybe you could not eat and starve yourself to death." The voiced said again. Rin groaned and sat at the table. Her brother came in, fresh from the shower. "Morning. Dad already leave?" He said as he shoveled spoonfuls of oatmeal in his mouth. "Ya know, eating too fast will make you gain weight. And since your not in sports you might want to think twice about your eating habits." Rin said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You can be a bitch, you know that?" Len said as he gritted his teeth. "Take that back Rin. Your not like that.", the voice echoed in her head. " I'm sorry for stating the truth fat ass."

A dusty curtain of bright, early, dawn light filtered into the tiny cabin room. The chilly oak wood floors gave off a golden glow like warm honey. Dew drops still clung to a spider web outside the window, as well as on the grass outside. Doves hummed a mellow song that was only interrupted by the gruff cawing of the occasional raven. A soft, lilting voice was what finally stirred me. I sat up from the satin covered bed, and I stretched my arms above my head to wake the rest of my body. The source of the voice was my caretaker, Mrs. Rachel, who was in a much cheerier mood than usual.

As Clemmie skipped down the main stairs to the ground floor, she hummed the rhyme that had been niggling at the back of her mind all day long. Where did the song come from? She had no idea. Perhaps it was an old playground song, or one her mother used to sing...or…

He has no mother,he has no skate I thought to myself. I drove down to the orphanage as soon as possible asking myself over and over why did he lie to me. So I went to the orphanage and I saw it burning down. I started to drive faster and faster and I saw Jerry and I was relief. I got out of the car and I see the curtains burning I hear little kids screaming I see the the building burn down to the floor.

The story starts in a home in council bluffs, Iowa with a girl named Rachel and her little brother named Charrilliey. Charrilliey was a very smart boy he had the intellect of a ninth grader and Rachel did not even know it until he was in third grade. Even Though Charrilliey was a very smart kid he had some speech problems which other kids bullied him because he spoke differently than they did. One day charrilliey came home crying because the kids at his school would not stop teasing him.

“You ungrateful brat, I begged you to bring your dad some ice cream and now look − you wouldn’t even do it. Well, go on home, and I’ll get it for him!” Virginia yelled, and Deborah started crying.

A young man, about five foot 5 is tearing down the street as fast as he can. "Gotta go gotta go! I do NOT need to wait in a giant line like Ogla did," he said as he runs toward a building with a big sign saying, Adventurers Guild.

'Whenever Daddy had the day off work, we would visit the shops, or ride on the tram. He’d let me ride up top so I could see all the sights. And Clog loved going for a walk in the park'