Short Essay : A Short Story

It was a rainy cold night. There was a huge thunderstorm coming in from the west. Lightning filled the sky with flashes of light. The crackling of thunder in the night. By now it was 3 in the morning and it's still pouring outside. He hears a tap at the window. He is awake now and hears fears what could be outside of his window. There were a thousand thoughts running through his head now. It could just be a bug he thought to himself. But it happened more than one and then it was a very fast tapping

a little back story for you, so long story short… It was a year ago I visited here and met Clement Perez. I was new and had nowhere to live, she offered a place and I took it. Long story short she ended up going to a mental hospital for being exceedingly crazy and trying to hurt many people including myself. I stepped outside and let the sun soak up inside me. Looking around I saw my friend, Andre Lefevre, waiting for me leaned up beside his car How I know him is to long of a story to tell so let's

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to shake. But he did not notice. To cover my nervousness, I went on honing the razor. I tried the edge with the tip of my thumb and took another look at it against the light. Meanwhile he was taking off his cartridge-studded belt with the pistol holster suspended from it. He put it on a hook in the wardrobe and hung his cap above it. Then he turned full around toward me and, loosening his tie, remarked

“Good Afternoon passengers. I am your captain on this mighty ship. I hope you are ready for a great week,” The captain said as they started to move. The Amidski’s are on a cruise to Trieste, Italy from New York City. Most cruises don’t go to Italy and so they got a big discount to a great destination. Violet, the oldest at 10, Billy the only boy, Molly the energetic one, and Nora they youngest, are on the vacation with their Mom. Their room on the ship was very nice. There were two bunk beds

A young man, about five foot 5 is tearing down the street as fast as he can. "Gotta go gotta go! I do NOT need to wait in a giant line like Ogla did," he said as he runs toward a building with a big sign saying, Adventurers Guild. The young man skidded to a stop as he came to the big building. "Yes! No one else is her-," he stopped mid-sentence as he looked behind him, to see hundreds running behind him. "Shit, I should've woken up earlier!", he said while speeding into the building.

The feeling of adrenaline rushed through his veins, the pounding sound of his friends chanting for him do do it, “Send it! Send it! Send it!” rang in his ears. Jacob sat on the seat of his bike, contemplating his decision. He rode up to the kicker placed on the side of the bridge. It looked to be about a 15 foot drop to a long, steep trail. He was going do it. He backed his bike up, looked at the faces of his friends, eager to see something exciting. He started pedaling. The ramp approached quickly

In October, the children must walk to school in the rain and mud and are splashed by the vindictive driver of the white school's bus. (The black school cannot afford a bus because the county does not give it enough money.) One day, after being forced off the road into a muddy ditch, Stacey leads his siblings in digging a trench across the road at lunchtime to make it look like the road has washed out. After school, they watch from the forest as the bus drives into the ditch, breaking its axle, flooding

Short Story Essay on "A Rose For Emily" and "Barn Burning" Human behavior is one of the most studied and talked about traits of human beings, for it makes us who we are after all. It is prevalent in books, movies, stories, and most importantly life, everything we do involves it. In all of the short stories we read, aspects of human behavior where the basis of the writings. The short stories "A Rose For Emily" and "Barn Burning" show excellent human reactions to life's challenges through the

Essay      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

Short Story Title My parents were driving me to school, then all the sudden I heard a loud thud,glass was everywhere, and there was blood.My parents were screaming I pain and my leg was in so much pain so I couldn’t do anything except watch my parents bleed out and die.Then all the sudden I couldn’t see anything because the debris from the cars were getting into to my eyes and the were starting to black for me and I went unconscious. A couple minutes later a firefighter was yelling to get a tool