Short Story: A Cold Desire

In late May during the wee hours of the morning a rapid knock at the door woke Anna from another horrible nightmare. She sat straight swimming in her bed, crying, and drowning in the torrent of blankets. Suddenly there was a second knock, but before she could completely rub the sleep from her eyes the door was opened and in stepped a very thin, tall stranger with soft curly dark brown hair and golden eyes hidden behind spectacles.

and 1 in 10 attempts it. 4500 kids commit suicide each year. Suicide is the No. 3 killer of teens in

“That sounds awesome sweetheart, now go quickly get ready I don’t want you to be late.”

“ Wait what do you mean big day what is going on Mrs Patterson none of us know about what is happening tomorrow” I questioned.

the day is long, what’s he trying to tell you this time?.” “He mentioned that this could be

“There’re a few things I need to check on. I’ll meet you home in a few hours.”

I sat in a chair next to a peep hole in the window the entire night. I saw the sun fall over the distant mountains. Then I saw its rays hit them with the break of morning. It lived to see tomorrow, and so did I.

The dim lights of morning glow through the crystalline curtains. Like everyday, I smelled the nauseating stench that leaks from my mouth. I sit in the uncomfortable chair that my wife never replaces because she is always “working”. It’s Monday, so I would rather stay in slumber. My wife is making meatloaf with the dreadful peas that change the dish’s aroma to muck. All she does is work and never pays attention to me. The woman is honestly nothing to me. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I shall kill her at the time of saturday's supper. On the day of Tuesday, she laid out a tie which flooded me with anger. Why does she want me to get a job so bad? She constantly jabs me to get a job, but she already has enough jobs for us to keep the house.

Fifth Graders at Squadron Line all believe that our desks are hideous. They think this because the latches are broken, there is a giant safety threat, and the sizes are a huge problem. Our desks really are horrible.

Walking through the hallways, she heard the floorboards creak. She heard a squeaking sound and so she stopped and listened. When she didn’t hear it, she continued walking. She closed the door behind her and entered the lobby. She heard the sound once more. It started to get quicker and all of a sudden, it halted. She stayed quiet, yet she could feel the goosebumps slithering on her upper arms. Hearing nothing, she entered the door to the archives and ventured inside. Looking through the books, she noticed a slip of paper stuck between the pages of one book. Mary took it without even thinking twice and slipped it into her pocket. Turning around, a young girl was beside her. Mary froze in place and could not observe anything other than a

"I'm on my way." I stated subtly, I wasn't even thinking about the seriousness of the situation. i finally reached my house.

Greenland is to be considered the suicide capital of the world. The government of Greenland states that one in five people have attempted suicide. Then other teachers will state that one in five people have attempted suicide. Which means that greenland has a bigger suicide rate than the government realizes. The people who commit suicide the most are teenagers. Some of most the people are boys 15 to 19. The reason most people kill them self in greenland is two reasons. Greenland does not receive enough sunlight. The other reason is that Greenland suicide rates are already high so it just a normal event in the area. There many ways that people have tried to commit suicide. Most common types of suicide are drowning, shocking yourself, jumping off a high building, hanging yourself.

This paper is on the story Lust. It is about a very young teenage girl and her recount of all her sexual experiences while attending a Boarding School. At first, she almost enjoys retelling of her many experiences but as the story goes on her tone changes to one which allows the readers to see just how sad and depressed and almost ashamed this young girl is about the fact that she has let boys take advantage of her need to want to feel loved. At the end of this the reader should have a good understanding of the turmoil this young girl has gone through because of the careless decisions she has made all because of strong desire for the need to feel loved.

As the cold season begins, less and less people will venture outside as they do in the summer. No longer does it seem reasonable to pass the time crusading though a cold, frozen jungle to entertain and to pass the time. This act of laziness on behalf of those who prefer tepidness is for the best. It is the cold season in which nature’s reality begins to fold unto itself in the most peculiar ways. Trees will fall, bearing the infinite, glittering ice. Soft snow will cascade through the treetops in the absence of the bright green leaves that shield the sun on warmer days. It is better that this winter wonderland remains untouched, it is peaceful this way.

Immigration remains an isolating endeavor. One must leave behind all that is known – family, friends, loved ones – to travel to an unfamiliar land with unknown people. Moving away from one’s country can feel as though its severing the connections one holds to their homeland. Stories such as Chimamanda Adichie’s “The Thing Around Your Neck” and “The Shivering” attempt to shed a light on the immigrant experience and the struggle to find intimacy that often accompanies it. Adichie’s characters attempt to come to terms with and remedy this loss of connection to their home country of Nigeria during the immigration process by finding new forms of intimacy in America. After losing her boyfriend, Ukamaka in “The Shivering”, and the unnamed narrator in “The Thing Around Your Neck”, who is forced to move away from her uncle after he sexually assaults her, seek new sources of solace and comfort as well as a connection to their homeland by reaching out to new people and forming new intimate relationships with them. The two stories represent two different ends of the spectrum – “The Shivering” depicts how an intimate friendship can add in curing this loneliness while “The Thing Around Your Neck” showcases an unhealthy relationship’s detrimental toll on a person and the inner conflict it causes between keeping ones only source of intimacy and the desire to desert those who hurt us.