Roberto's Death: A Short Story

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In Nino Ricci’s Lives of the Saints, Vittorio’s grandfather, Lu Podesta, has a high reputation as the mayor of Valle del Sole. He behaves like a holy catholic like everyone else, especially he sits on the front pews every single week in church. However, he despises what Cristina has done. Firstly, he resigns as a mayor for saving his own daughter. Last but not least, he isolated himself from the village including his family.

Within the article "A Life Worth Ending" Michael Wolff recounts the events of his ill mother at her final stage of life. Along with his own battle with a flawed healthcare system. Wolff Brilliantly intertwines literary elements with the use of characterization and his first point of view to tell his story.

Rafaella cocked a brow at the other woman’s answer, opting instead for another prized spoonful of oatmeal. She chewed her food slowly, thoughtfully -- spoon swirling around her bowl absentmindedly. Did she think that Damiano’s death should be one of the many? His name hidden among the many that were blotted against white pages in fading black ink? No, to be forgotten by the city he had built was crueler than living in infamy with a name tainted in blood. “Hm,” she grunted noncommittally. “Perhaps. But no one can deny that he did a lot for the city -- even if that means drowning half of it in death.” Maybe that was the Montague in her that was speaking. Pressing her lips together, she dipped her head, eyes lowering in something that might have

It seems like every passing day there is a shadow that is after me. I’m left with parts of me eaten away and left my mind corrupted from its everyday thoughts. The darkness steadily dissolves me away from the eyes that are known to be inquisitive. The burden that was left on me has more pressure than I expected for what i have completed. I discovered that revenge is made to be short lived. What i did was completely horrifying. The inferior thing is that I was able to acquire with my crime. It doesn’t matter what time it is, everyday there will always be a small voice in my head reminding me of the defenseless cries performed by fortunato. The man that I caused to perish, immersed in the catacombs. A month has passed since fortunato's disappearance, and the town still wonders where he has disappeared to. Examining the difficulty of mourning families caused me to really think, specifically today. The events leading up to fortunato's death played in my mind like a movie. It sends me back to the time when I was young and no one loved me, including my mother. When fortunato entered my life he made a big mistake which ended him in misery.

“Where am I?” groaned Castro to himself while he lied expanded on his back. He opened his eyes and lazily patted himself down to see if all his limbs remained intact. Then he stretched out his hands to grope the terrain he was lying on. It felt grainy and divided. Castro turned his body over to his knees to gather some of it in his hands, but it slithered out. Soon, Castro felt a cold brisk that hovered over him. Castro still had no comprehension of where he was. Finally, he looked up into the firmament and saw it plastered with stars.

The big message that Chris Mckinney is trying to send the readers is that you may not have much or nothing at all, you might not be the smartest,or make the right choices or the guy to be in an honors class but what you can do is set a goal no matter what it is or what the circumstances are anything is achievable as long as you put your mind to it you can accomplish it.

The night of June 14, a son, Oscar tan skin, black hair, 6 ft. tall, had been promised a deer heart for lunch that day by his father, Ricardo. But on that same exact day, no heart, no deer was brought to the table. Oscar looks down on his father, and Ricardo looks up at him, Oscar with his piercing eyes, full of hate, had gone on a rampage, running toward the forest, banging his hand against his head, he was “en candela”. Oscar had been craving deer heart all that week, this was the 5th time Ricardo had promised him. He had just about enough with his lies. Walking in the middle of the forest between Colombia and Venezuela called llanos, in circles, just thinking. Oscar had just rung up an idea. He heads toward town, its pitch black out, walking

I got in the car to go to the pet store to get them a dog. I had talked with the pet store worker earlier that week and I had set a appointment to get the girls a three year old boxer puppy. His name is Mikey. When I go to the pet store I got all of the materials needed to take care of the dog and

when melancholy comes over FRANZ, and before he ventures down to the cellar to view the noose that failed to kill him completely in his attempted suicide, but left him a ghost, he ends his conversations with Joe, with some gloomy story or observation... Then he fades down to the cellar and stares up at the noose that took his life, but left his spirit. This relieves his melancholy and he's capable of interaction again. The things he imagines, which is a sign that the melancholy is coming on, are always rebuffed by Joseph... For instance; at one sitting, as FRANZ was instructing Joe of some musical theoretical observation, he suddenly interjects... "Do you think tombstones should read... Here lies one who was a fool while alive, and is now most certainly dead?"

I and Roberto hug mama and papa. I clinch on to mama like a baby i didn't want her to leave. Papa give us the money to buy the ticket to Bonetti ranch. Soon after they gave us money they climb on the train. After a while the women over the speaker announced that the train for bonetti ranch was boarding. We got our luggage and boarded the train.

If people had the authority to know the cause of their death, would they be willing to change their way of life or let death happen? Well, in the book “Nine Stories” by J.D. Salinger, a specific story named "Teddy" stuck out to me. In the story, a ten-year-old boy could tell other people when and how they would die. I believe the author wrote this story to set an example to cherish life. This story made me question if he was ready for his life to be over or if he was ready to experience the afterlife. In the poem "I, too" by Langston Hughes, Hughes is basically relating slavery to real life. He explains the segregation and desegregation he experienced before and after Jim Crow Laws Were passed. Lastly, another poem by Hughes called “The Negro

For five generations, the men in the Mercurio family all became priests. The more traditional men in the family took this practice very seriously. “Your ordination is in two weeks, what do you mean you aren't ready?” Screamed Luccio. His son, Antello has been preparing for months. This question seemed to hit something off for Antello. His legs started to quiver and a bead of sweat walked along his brow.

They were both looking at Andre. The woman finished what she was saying and with an understanding look on his face, the man suddenly tore up Andre’s diploma. He shouted at Andre “You expect to graduate without putting in work? That’s not how things work around here.” The person on the mic read out loud the next game and the next graduate came along and ignored Andre and left him there as if he wasn’t there and that whole dramatic scene hadn’t just happened. Andre was heartbroken. He was so close; he thought he had it. He thought he had passed his classes. He walked towards his family with his head down. He looks up and his heart broke a little more when he saw their sad and disappointed faces. They turned their backs to him and began walking

Deep in a snowy mountain lived an enormous village referred to as Tiahuanaco, filled with happy, peaceful villagers. Kids were playing around the huts while the mothers and fathers would do their daily chores. The Chief of the village prayed every night that his people would stay like this forever.