Samuel's Death: A Narrative Fiction

The story “Samuel” by Grace Paley takes place on a moving subway headed towards the Bronx. The passengers introduce Samuel and friends as tough little boys that are not afraid of anything. “The boys are just being boys” is also used. Many of the passengers had opportunities to tell them to calm down or even to tell them to stop. This could of have prevented the death of Samuel. Some men relive their childhood through the boy’s and many of the ladies shaking their head with disapproval. A woman passenger does approach the boys only to be laughed at when she warns them about their behavior. As another onlooker thinks he is doing them a favor by pulling the emergency cord. The end result is the death

Samuel started walking back to where he was but before he was able to get there he heard a crack and then frantic shouting. Samuel ran towards the sound as soon as he heard it. Running in the late summer heat tired him out and made his short hair wet with sweat. He heard the whinny of a horse and knew who he was about to stumble on but not what.

Nick was new to Stephon, Virginia. On his first few days at his new school he met a guy named Eli and days later they became good friends. Nick had always wondered about the kids at Stephon high school since he’s been going there for about 5 weeks. There was this one group of kids that seemed up to something, Eli was also very mysterious about this group of boys, also known as the Whispertown Rogues. Soon, Nick had found out that Eli was also doing research on finding out who the rogues were. The both of them ( Nick and Eli ) went looking to find clues around midnight and ran into each other, Nick and Eli told each other that they had been searching for the rogues all along. Early the next morning the two boys

The police left a few hours later to obtain a warrant to search the house for evidence of a break-in. When they returned, they were surprised to find what appeared to be a young child lying under the Christmas tree. It was JonBenet. She appeared to be dead, and appeared to have been dead for a period of time.

All I knew was that he was gone, but not his body. I came to the conclusion that I should burn it, so I did. I pulled up my torn and ragged sleeves and proceeded to search the yard or things to build a fire with, a fire big enough to get rid of his wretched body. I dragged his lifeless corpse over to the fireplace and watched as it caught aflame. I sat there just staring at it for hours on end, adding more fuel to the fire when need be. Soon the early morning came, but the bones remained stricken of his rotten flesh so I attempted to smash them to bits upon the stone, and succeeded other than a few big pieces which I stashed away under the floor and stone. The ashes were everywhere and overflowing so I carried what I could out upon the brink of exhaustion and soon enough fell

On Sunday June 9, 1912 all of them attended the Children’s Day service at the Presbyterian Church. The Children’s Day service was an end of the year Sunday school event. The Moore family left when the service ended around nine thirty that night with Lena and Ina. They walked to their house since it was only about three blocks from the church. Around seven thirty in the morning on June 10th one of their neighbors noticed that the house was strangely quiet. She went over to the house and knocked on the door but she heard no noise in the house and no one answered the door. She called Josiah’s brother Ross and told him something was strange and that he needed to come check on his brother. Ross got their around eight that morning and had to break the lock on the door because it was still locked from the night. When he walked in he saw two bodies with a sheet covering them and blood on

All Frederick could hear was the quiet, whispering of the wind. His footsteps made an echo so loud it made him cringe. Frederick looked up and moved his long black hair out of his sight to see a large formed mysterious blob of darkness in front of him. He kept walking along the footpath, feet stomping on the concrete as he went, cringing after every step. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

The voice, though wilted with age, still held a authoritative resonance, and in the dimly lit room, swirling with galaxies of dust, it was as if it were decreed by the Lord Himself. Its source stood proud, facing away from three, kneeling figures. A tall man, standing straight in defiance of the weight of time, he stared sightlessly at the image before him: A stained-glass window. The craft had been lost to the test of time, and yet the piece still remained intact, a painstakingly rendered image of an angelic battle against evil, frozen in time. Multicolored light dappled his face, cast by the setting sun, and though he could feel its warmth on the creases of his age, he had long since lost the ability to witness it, eyes, milky white, staring at only the void.

The doors began to close in, and I was beginning to accept my death. The fire in the room was burning so fast, and was hotter than i've ever imagined. It slowly crept toward me, and I could feel the fire singing the hairs off of my body. It touched my skin and I felt the skin melting off, and the smell of burning flesh. Meanwhile the pendulum is getting closer and closer, and soon enough I would be severed in half, and burnt to nothing like a piece of firewood. At this point, I no longer had hair on my body, and my lower half was melted to bone, and the pendulum

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

The book of 1 Samuel, a part of the Old Testament, sparks the dawn of the United Kingdom of Israel by telling of its first king, Saul. Samuel is one of the first talked about pre-literary prophets in the bible perhaps because he anointed the first king of the United Kingdom. He is a prophet by definition because he possessed the ability to converse with the almighty Yahweh. Samuel and Saul are key players to the rise of the kingdom but Saul runs into trouble and disobeys God, which leads him to his own inevitable demise.

One early morning, Robert got up and got ready for school. He got to school and met up with his friends,Jacob Jeremy,Anthony,Jessica and Destiny. They went to all their classes but they meet up in 6th period and the teacher gave them a project. The project is on the environment, so the five friends all agreed to take Robert's car up to some weird cabin in the mountains. They arrived at the cabin and it was cold and snowing a lot. But something was wrong. They all hurried to get in the cabin. Once they got in the cabin  the door closed, but one one was near the door.”I’m scared” says Destiny. Robert and Jeremy go and try to find a light but they couldn’t find one. Out of nowhere some voice says “Get out.

Whether Faith obeyed, he knew not. Hardly had he spoken, when he found himself amid calm night and solitude, listening to a roar of the wind, which died heavily away through the forest. He staggered against the rock, and felt it chill and damp, while a hanging twig, that had been all on fire, besprinkled his cheek with the coldest dew.

After he fell down, his body changed a lot. The gas he breath changed to the wind and the cloud; the voice he said changed to the thunder; his two eyes changed to the sun and the moon; his arms and lengths changed to the North, West, East and South; his skin changed to the wild land; his blood

Sam’s broken sneakers never left the dirty, cold ground as he gently pours the icy clear water into the rusty cans. He crouches next to the door quietly maneuvering his nimble hands around the once smooth iron bars. He peers at the eyes glaring back at him. The black eyes are like the black holes of the universe, swallowing the light that seeps from the cracks of the door. Sam softens his gaze as the creature has won this battle. He suddenly inhales the dry air and shutters as the pain from his heart dissipates. The presence of blood lingers above his taste buds and fills his nostrils. Sam 's tongue twists and turns in the desert the tongue lives in.