Essay about Original Writing: Short Story

She felt a chill run down her spine as she had a sense that someone was watching her from afar. Slowly turning to look behind her, she looked out in the distance of the woods by her house. When she felt certain that no one was there she proceeded the rest of the way to her front door.

As she pulled her body up off the cold, damp floor of the forest, Annabel heard a strange noise near her. She quickly

She tried to look for help around her surroundings. A great big house stood behind the woman.

Behind her in the living room, someone cleared his throat. She panicked, she didn’t know is she should turn around or not. She didn’t know if she wanted to see what frightful thing would be standing in her living room. Behind her, she could hear someone walking closer and closer to her very slowly.

She could just feel the hair raise on the back of her neck as the other drew nearer. She introduced herself as Faith, and told her some very scary things.

Suddenly, a cracking sound vibrated from a cluster of shadow-cloaked trees. Throwing a frantic glance at the forest, she began running. Guided by blind panic, she tripped and fell, but fear pushed her upright and forward.

So this is my life, some say my name should’ve changed but I think not. My mother as a little girl was named Djeserit and in turn I had gotten Isis. When I was born, life was different as my mother and father were egyptians so in turn, I was egyptian but we were royals, so we were the rulers of Egypt. We could have anything we could imagine, it was nice and fantabulous.

She straightened up and continued to walk with him. She placed her arms behind her back and swayed as she walked like she was dancing. She tossed her hair back over her shoulders and sighed. Her smile remained constantly on her face. She looked up at the sky like she was in thought. Far off in the distance, snow-capped mountains came in to view. Probably another week or so before they made it to Horizon and then he was done. He wasn't doing this anymore.

He watched as she moved swiftly, like deer running through a forest. When she reached the edge of the street, she stopped to give him one last glance causing him

Heads turned to the figure coming up over the hill.Everyone gasped because following behind was

As she shuffled through the drawers in the dresser she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She pressed herself against the wall next to the window that overlooked the backyard. She peaked just enough to see who it was.

I looked and saw that the shadows were gone and I was standing in victorious. I looked at my new powers with pleasure. I started to shoot fire balls in the air. It was an incredible feeling inside me. I turned around and the smile on my face disappeared. I realized the place I was at was gone. I was somewhere else, but not somewhere I wanted to be. All I saw was fire all around me burning houses and trees. I felt panic in me and I began to run, but when I ran I began to feel like I was suffocating. I stopped and took a breather.

There are four main ingredients that go into making a good short story, characters, setting, language and plot. The order of importance in these four may come down to personal opinion or differ from story to story but they will always be the main building blocks of any story.

     The short stories “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “The Short Happy Life of Francis Mocomber” were both written by world renowned author Ernest Hemingway. The two stories are written completely unrelated to each other; however, both stories have vast similarities in the time and place in which they take place. Hemingway is a writer that is very methodical in his word choices. When reading these two stories a second time the reader finds considerable differences in the writing style the author uses in each story. To demonstrate, three sentences from each story will be compared and contrasted to show the differences in word usage, word connotation, and to find which story is written better. The initial pair

on different levels. The doctor would meticulously watch our actions then jot it down into his documents. After the exam was completed, we were instructed to stand in two even parallel lines and wait Three summers ago, I proudly graduated from Samuel Fels High School in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Graduating from High School was one of the happiest and memorable moments in my life. I was puffed up with pride as I walked down the aisle to accept my high school diploma. I had all the reasons in the world to be happy. I was one of the fourth members in my family to graduate from High School and my parents were proud of me. In terms of personal goals, I wanted to work for a while and save up my money to buy my first car.