Saved From A Beating: A Short Story

Written by Steven Millhauser, The Slap is a highly detailed short story that showcases the theme of how fear can debilitate a town. The story is centered on a man who goes around slapping people once and then walks away without a trace. Each victim gives a detailed testimony to the reader throughout the story until the slapping comes to an end. The town is very distraught over these incidents because it is a violation of their security and safety. The slap is not so much a physical attack as it is a mental attack. The town as a whole is affected by the fear of being slapped and gives into that fear by no longer wearing trench coats, making sure their houses are secure more than before and by parents walking their kids to school and picking them up.

As I looked up from my book, I saw my mom sit down next to me, crossing her legs as she turned the tv on to some weird show on the history channel. Not paying attention to anything other than my book, I was startled when my mom gasped. Suddenly, I was startled when my mom gasped, then I was overwhelmed with the strangest, but somewhat familiar sensation. As my ears started to ring, the only thing I heard was my mom shouting “Scarlet!” and the balding man on the tv say something along the lines of “painting, 1600’s, stolen, found.” in between the loud ringing. As I looked at the painting, the woman in the painting was overwhelming familiar, I gawked at her hair that looked as though it was the darkest depths of the night sky with eyes being

y Boyfriend’s Slap I taste stale coins and wet words; my lip cracks like blistering sidewalks midsummer. There’s a country song buzzing worlds away, low static radio bleeding love songs while my love song grips my hair by the roots, keeps me spitting static pink blood into an industrial sink, sings Baby, won’t you be my summer night? the slick slide of his tongue hot in my ear, strong fingers dug in tight like five hungry hyenas. His hand trails down and down the knobs of my spine, buried under bruising flesh; with the stars above us he croons, yellow light above the stove flickering erratically, mosquitoes panicking as the glow grows warmer, the lightbulb straining like my wick is shrinking; inevitability is a quiet thief.

Out on the street, Greene’s eyes circulate to observe her surroundings. Weed’s sprout up through cracks in the road and sidewalks, the overgrown vegetation trails up through the buildings. Infused in its presence, the leaves engulf each structure. Crowded though it is, an eerie silence resonates in the air. People pass back and forth, their heads tilted down, pushing forward with an urgent persistence. Cander walks with a similar determination, his head tilted down, the surrounding environment not alien to him.

Max was desperate to get Victoria's attention. Technically, she didn't have to be desperate, because Victoria gave her more than enough attention. Just not the kind she wanted.

“Come here.” She motioned for him to move closer. Once he stood before her, she dipped her finger under the elastic of his boxer’s waistband and gave a tug. “Let’s see how sexy you are when you come.”

I was trampled. Several times. Different sizes and different weights. How could they be so callous? DId they not see me? Surely they did. I'm not that hard to miss. Wasn't I? It didn't matter. I'd finish my year and a half. Then I can leave. Be set free from this dreadful, horrendous place. Just to be sent to another if I so choose.

I get up and sit back on my chair to glare at my dad who might have a heart attack any moment now as he is laughing so hard. I look at Lizzie and even she has tears rolling down her face.

Like most stories of youthful pain and suffering, my story begins at Walmart with my mother and brother. As is typical for two children, my brother and I were roughhousing and aimlessly meandering around the store because we were bored. Strongly, my mother demanded we stop multiple times, but neither of us listened to her. Looking back, I wish I had listened to her. When our trip had almost come to an end, we were playing cops-and-robbers in the deli, and my brother clutched my hands behind my back to “arrest” me. I attempted a pulling escape, but he thrust me forward at the same time; I fell flat on my face on the hard-concrete floor. My mother rushed me to the emergency room because she assumed I had broken my nose. Luckily, the x-rays revealed

This story Beaten is about two teenagers who fell in love they have a thought time when they started dating, Ty the main character of the story is really aggressive with his girlfriend Paige she suffers a lot when Ty Hendricks gets mad, because he beats her up and she doesn't tell anyone not even her mother, she does not ask for help she lies to her mother instead of telling her the truth which is that Ty beats her up ,when she sees bruises on her body.

It was 3 A.m when the only sound around was her crying Crying your name because of the pain you gave her 3 A.m conversations no longer live Not a single 3 A.m giggle Giggles are now the sobs of a beautiful girl He gave her pain no one else could have 3 A.m screaming your name into her pillow Mascara down her face Those beautiful eyes he once loved Now are all red

"well, are you going to press charges? that's physical assault!" Casey flops on her bed, phone to ear listening as her friend fumes.

“Stop barneymugging and get yourselves outta there!” I couldn’t believe Buck was still in there. He refused to leave once he saw all the cash, said he needed to get all uh’ it before the cops got there o’ somethin’. Now the cops is there and theys stuck inside! “Clyde they gonna get killed!”

“I heard a rumor,” She continued in a slow, almost monotone voice, “Pinkie, if you are using those zebra chems, you need to stop.”

Waking up in the morning to birds chirping and the warm summer breeze is almost impossible when you live in the heart of New York City, well it is for me at least.