Short Story: Call Me Ginganord

The story “Just Lather, That’s All” has both similarities and differences when comparing it to the world. The topic in the story is “making decisions is difficult”. First of all, it is difficult to make decisions both in the real world and in the text of the story “Just Lather, That’s All” because a good decision can result in a rewarding aftermath, and a bad decision can result in a poor aftermath. In 1983, Stanislav Petrov, a colonel in the Soviet Air Defense Forces faced an important decision to react to the nuclear missile attack warnings in the Cold War. He refused to notify the officials to send a counter-attack against the U.S., and at the end, it was a false alarm, and he prevented a nuclear war against the U.S. This shows how important,

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

The war has ended, and Norman returns to Iowa, but everything has changed. He talks about how his father wanted him to receive many awards, and says how his dad would be proud of how many badges he got. Now, Norman imagined telling his dad the story of the silver star. He uses repetition on the reason why he didn’t obtain the silver star which was because of “the smell” (139). The story was, soldiers were stationed near the lake of Song Tra Bong. It was raining very hard. The lake was overflowing and the smell was almost unbearable. Norman had concluded that the lake was used a bathroom for the villagers. Norman saw Kiowa sinking in the sewage. He tried grabbing his boot, but failed to save his friend since he began to sink and couldn't handle the smell. As a matter of fact, Norman would’ve received the silver star if he would’ve conjured up enough courage to do so.

In today’s society, alcohol has become one of the main necessities for people to create relaxation, confidence, and the ability to be social. In the short story “A Bartender Tells What Man Did to Booze, and Booze to Man”, an anonymous bartender gives an up close and personal account of his observations about the effects alcohol has on men. He emphasizes the change in their character after a few drinks. Koren Zailckas from Smashed shares a memoir of her life describing her relationship with alcohol abuse and the problems that it caused for her. Although certain types of alcohol are used to support good health, it is the excessive consumption and misuse that leaves people dependent resulting in significant social, physical, and mental

In the cold December, when the land is white with snow, my children’s children go to play on Bloody Ice. Its incarnadined surface is a source of mystery, another one of our town’s curiosities. Sixty years ago—but how my memory dims!—I saw the red take hold. I saw wicked things rising from the lake, and when they left, they took my brother with them.

You are supposed to have escaped, en masse, from your keepers. Your majesty cannot conceive the effect produced, at a masquerade,

We were all encouraged to choke down as much food as possible. Any kind of energy was essential. A melancholy atmosphere hung heavy as the journey progressed. Minutes walking slowly progressed into hours, the sky seemed to darken steadily. All of us were oblivious to the danger shrouded by the dim evening. Only moments after scaling a rather steep ledge did nature dice to turn sour. A deafening rumble made each climber perk up. Snow began to descend at an alarming rate. Thunder began to mic the steady beating of a drum, causing more concern among the ranks of climbers. The powdery snow became more of a risk than ever, climbing under pressure and leaving nothing to stand on. Third base was more than three hours away. Three hours wasn't possible at the rate. Snowfall this bad could be detrimental to the climb’s success. Snow obscured vision and numbed faces. Shouts and orders deemed lost in the screaming wind; people’s figure became shapeless blurs frantically shifting, hoping if they struggled against the wind hard enough, they might find someone. Of course, this was to no avail. Not a single person doubted their demise would come at this point: the stakes were high and no-one could play too well against Mother Nature. The snow crept up to knee-level, making it harder and harder to travel. Death and I were face-to-face. To some, they couldn't bare the idea of dying up here; they had families and friends, children who need parents and

I would just like to pass through your town.” I smiled at them. All but one villager ran away. This one who stayed was a tall woman who looked very strong as she walked towards me. She looked very confused. “I’m not going to hurt anyone, I’m just on a walk and need to get through the town.” She still looked puzzled. “H-E-L-L-O. D-O Y-O-U S-P-E-A-K- E-N-G-L-I-S-H?” She just kept staring with her eyebrows pulled together. Ugh what is this lady’s problem? “Okay, I’m just gonna go through now, thank you very much.” As I started to get up she jumped back. And then she pulled something out from behind her. She inched closer and closer to my foot and then I felt a sharp pain in my middle toe. That little witch just put a sword through my toe! I roared with pain and went to the tallest building I could find. I burst through the doors looking for something to ease the pain and heard more screams as a dozen people ran outside. Ah! Some water, that’ll be perfect for my foot. I filled a bucket and sat down on the floor with a thud. Very gently I pulled out the sword and then I stuck my foot in the water. I looked around and realized I was in a mead hall, a very big mead hall. The pain from my foot started to make me feel woozy so I decided to take a nap.

Young Kayden woke up to the screams of the small town of Dwar. It was barely only seven o’clock in the morning, and it was already time. As the town boarded up their homes, Young Kayden didn’t know what was going on, for he had no knowledge of what was happening. Since he was the Head Official’s

Your town is in disarray over the news, many people mourning the dead while others feel content at the loss of a sheep killer and a womaniser. After a couple of months, more news arrives, Agnus Magnusdottir, the murderess from the events at Illugastidir, is arriving in your town to stay and await her execution. The town is in a silent uproar

No one was prepared for this: The storms were meant to come next month, and yet it seems that God has played a trick on us, leaving us entirely at his mercy. Everyone here is trying to be as close together as possible to share any ounce of heat that can be sustained. The shelters we built were a feeble attempt at any proper haven that would keep the chill out, yet even the smallest gap in the shelters made the cold barge in, leaving us all as a shivering cluster in the snow. Whilst trying to find more wood to build the shelters, my leg skid across the raw ice that coated some areas of the ground, and left me with a gaping tear in both of my knees, stinging with an insufferable ache when the cool wind whips my bare skin. Yet that seems to be the least of my concerns as I observe William, my little brother. He has grown weary and feeble, his skin looking paler with each passing day. I tried to tell father, but he was so busy trying to plan what to do with the other men that I did not manage to get him away for a quiet moment. I gave William my additional quilt, but he barely clings on to it, as if he has lost all strength in his body. He doesn’t even take any food into his system, even as I try to coerce him into eating, and by the time we are meant to settle in for a dark night of an attempt to sleep, someone has already eaten

The soldiers were talking to each other and started talking about how a ruthless monster lived in a shack, unfortunately that shack is my house. Once again I found myself asking Grendel if you was causing trouble still. I began to explain to tell him that even though he has been causing all this problems without anything happening to him, someone is going to eventually going to twice as big as him and will hurt him tremendously. I decided that Grendel and I should move further away from the town to see if Grendel would stop his nonsense. I found a nice abandon den in the bottom of the lake. I had a long talk with last night telling him that he needed to appreciate the life he was given and stop causing

The short story “Just Lather, That’s All” written by Hernando Tellez, is about a war between government military soldiers and the protesters which are the rebels. The story is told from the perspective of one of the rebels that is a barber. One of the military soldiers walks into a barbershop operated by the rebels asking for a shave. This short story is about the hard decisions the rebel makes throughout the story. The two ideas I am going to talk about are the theme and symbol because I believe they are the strongest ideas in this narrative.

Sigurd was a fair-looking man, as fair as a man stuck in a freezing tundra can look. He stood at about average height with black, sympathetic eyes and hazelnut, shoulder-length hair. Usually he was a little more jovial, but on this day his important meeting with the folks from the Flat Keep to the south had been keeping him occupied - and more importantly, worried. Since the North froze over, the Keep has been keeping the people of Icetown fed, else they would have all died or fled long ago. Sigurd feared that this may be the day their agreement ends.

¨Matthew R. Williams, you have been charged with being a rogue wizard!¨ yelled the peacekeeper, with a tag labeled, Corporal St 1. He was new, ¨So… You're a new trooper.¨ I snarled, as if I wasn't about to be burned to my death. ¨If you try to escape, it will be seen as an act of aggression!¨ The peacekeeper warned. ¨ I bet I won´t be killed.¨ I came back with, seeing my fellow rogues in the distance. ¨BURN HIM!¨He yelled. But the two peacekeepers who had me by the arms, were hit by an ice bolt, killing them. ¨Only I sorceress knows that spell,¨ I said, ¨Ice Princess Grace.¨ She had all the peacekeepers dead in a matter of seconds. ¨Ẅell...Well...¨ Grace