OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH SHORT STORIES Essay

June and Elizabeth soon see and hear flashing lights coming towards them. The police, ambulance, and fire truck are rushing over to the scene. Still in shock about the whole situation, June is approached by a police officer. The police officer's states his name is Kurt. Kurt then tries to comfort June and Elizabeth in this alarming situation. Elizabeth is pacing back and forth looking back at the leveled car and wondering if her dad is going to be alright.

“There is something strange about this house”, Scarlett murmured to herself. Ten days ago, her mother bought a penthouse which costed a huge amount of money. The penthouse had luxurious amenities, high end appliances, finest furniture and luxurious flooring system, etc. By this Scarlett was exited but at the same time specifically her room was an eccentrics of the luxurious penthouse. Scarlett even knew about the previous owner who was a film producer Sam who had disappeared. Later, after two days the body was found decomposed in a nearby cemetery. This really irked Scarlett. From the following ten day she has been experiencing situations which are hard to describe. For example, feeling like someone is observing, sounds of screaming, doors creaking,

What is the point of any piece of great literature? Or rather, what is great literature? Some would say that accomplished literature is a way of exceptionally telling a story. However, what is the point of storytelling? In many cases, stories are told for entertainment. However, most stories have a moral or theme conveying an important message about life or how to live it. This is the point of great literature, to convey this message beautifully. Some pieces of great literature are The Story-Teller, by Saki, Geraldine Moore the Poet, by Toni Cade Bambara, and Enemy Territory, by William Melvin Kelley. To understand the themes of great literature, you must also understand how to analyze it. The content

It was early in the morning: Ruby left the tent, bleary eyed, and made his way through the field. Unbound by the decaying fence, the cows had strayed to the far end of the clearing. Ruby hopped the fence and began towards them; knowing the ritual, they stayed put.

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

My hospital bed was ice cold and the bleak and empty white walls depressed me as the uncomforting thought that I would have to stay here for maybe another week brought tears to my eyes. The usual and oppressive smell of disinfectant lingered in the room as I recalled that night in my head, trying to convince myself it wasn’t my fault, as I had done everyday since the accident. It was the day everything changed and my life was turned upside down. Forever.

Short Story The ancient house sat astride the cliff's rugged shoulders. Sections of rendering had fallen away into the tangled vegetation far below, revealing thick stone slabs underneath: toothless gaps, the dark smile of an old bearded gunrunner, and the oblivion of a whisky drunk, Brazilian whore. The house was four stories tall and had almost been reclaimed by the jungle; this ornate Churrigueresque fortress had been smashed and peppered for centuries by tropical elements intent on a gradual stripping away of its baroque stone carvings.

Antagonist: Captain Torres Flat and a little stereotypical: The captain does not show his thoughts or feelings. he is a standard, cruel, brutal army officer bad guy, killing the good revolutionaries. However, he shows a little change is telling the barber that “Killing isn’t easy, is it? You can take my word for that.”

the foam in the river, and started out to get it. The other two, Chris

thanked him as she took the cup. Before heat could rise to his cheeks, he nodded, and turned around, pretending to grab something from behind him. She frowned a little, but headed back to her place quietly.

Yep, yeahs, and ah-huhs were all replied back to her, but when Peggy took notice of what Zack sounded like, her gray eyes shifted firmly to him and then bulged from out her head. “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?”

It was the night of the heaviest fall rains; water flooded the earth. Deep in the Montana Sawtooth Range, a young boy was born to the Kinakii (Kih- nA- key) Tribe. He was taken to Chief Mikanahay for tribal inspection. With all newborns, the tribe makes sure the right healthy genes present themselves to ensure the future of the clan. Chief Mikanahay noticed strange bands wrapped around the boy's right arm. “Get me Shakalm,” ordered the chief! Shakalm, the medicine man, came stumbling in drenched head to toe; his deer skin matted tight against his body.

Goodman Brown was not asleep in this short story. As I read, I believed that Goodman did indeed meet the devil in the forest. If he had indeed dreamt about the trip he was sent on and meeting the devil, I think his nervousness would have been described in more detail then it was. Concentrating more on the anxiety he was feeling would have led the reader to believe that the events were not real. I also saw this story as an allegory. I saw the allegory after reading the story two times. I think it is centered on Goodman Brown having a bumpy past and that he wants to go beyond his past and reach heaven. The characters names also show the religious allegory in the

Short Story A cold Tuesday morning in November DCI Evans is on his way to work pondering on what the day will bring. he enters his office when a colleague opens his door and asks. "James do you want a coffee?" the detective replies "Yes sure thanks" his colleague leaves.

Emitting vines from her arms, Sabra attempted to finish the fight quickly. Vittorio continued to show little concern watching the vines entangled around his arms. Sabra tugged on her vines, pulling Vittorio off the rock as he flew towards them. Gerard’s aura started to glow golden around his body, summoning his guardian angel. The aura gained a physical appearance resembling a monk. It sported gauntlets on both arms and a bead necklace, similar to what Gerard wore. Vittorio’s calm demeanor changed a bit, seeing the faceless monk standing next to Gerard. Vittorio placed his hand on the vines, using his manifestation to make them explode. Overdoing the explosion, everyone including Vittorio flew back a bit.