Short Story Essay

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

Antagonist: Captain Torres Flat and a little stereotypical: The captain does not show his thoughts or feelings. he is a standard, cruel, brutal army officer bad guy, killing the good revolutionaries. However, he shows a little change is telling the barber that “Killing isn’t easy, is it? You can take my word for that.”

the foam in the river, and started out to get it. The other two, Chris

A short story is a brief work of fiction. It focuses on one or two main characters and on a single problem or conflict. To understand a short story, look for four elements: setting, character, theme, and plot.

There was a girl named Kandy, she was 15 years old. Her life was extremely boring, all she ever did was go to school, go on her computer, eat and sleep. She spent all summer on her computer. She was really good with HTML and spent her free time making web sites. Kandy didn't have many friends and rarely talked to guys because she was shy and unconfident about her looks. That's why she went into chat rooms. She made a web site with pictures of herself on it and told people in chat rooms to go there. A lot of people would tell her how pretty she was and some would say she was ugly. That made her feel awful. When anyone would say anything nice to her, she wouldn't believe them and think that they were just making fun of her. She only had

Thomas strode through the cobblestone that made up the pathway leading up to the prestigious academy his 'loving' parents enrolled him in, Pandemonium. For what reason? There was a good chance it was right under his nose, but he couldn't seem to care enough delve into it any deeper. He instead accepted it as a mean for them to have a break from each other, it was probably for the best. With a huff he stuffed a hand in his jeans' side pocket, using the other to reach bellow and allow his fingers to graze against the Hydrangeas lined up along the path. He momentarily had his attention focused on them, almost hypnotized by the way they would slightly push forwards in reaction to his hand brushing against the petals before snapping back to

The sun beamed through the open window, embracing me in the warmth and comfort. My plane had just arrived in Paris, France. It was a peaceful walk to baggage claim when some random girl interrupted my daydream.

I was tired of my parents telling me what to do. I couldn’t live like that. Not anymore. As I sat on my bed, I heard a knock on the door. My parents came in, and they told me to get in bed. It was the last time I was being ordered around. They tucked me in.

It's a nice Summer day,Oliver is driving down to the beach to hang out with some friends and go surfing.Then when he gets to the beach he goes around the building and sees his friends,so he runs over and says hello.But Mark was not there,so he just thought he lost track of time.But 1 hour goes bye and there is know Mark,so he gets back in his truck and starts to drive to Mark’s apartment to see why he is late.Then he knocks on the door and it pushes open a little bit,so he opens the door and sees everything is trashed.Then the phone rings,and Oliver picks up the phone and a Deep voice on the other end says

The wind howled outside warning us of the bitter cold that waited for us outside. The sky was starting to turn dark and the outside world became scarier compared to the warmth of the fireplace before me, it was crackling and spitting out little pieces of burnt wood but they couldn’t make it past the glass panel. Within minutes everyone was piled in the room talking and chatting about how scary it was going to be tonight. As a group of stupid high school kids we decided to go out to haunted road that lays right outside the village we all call home. We decided to meet at my house, mainly because my parents are never home and I live the closest. After 10 minutes of chatting we all piled into vehicles and headed for the abandoned road. There is a story that goes along with this road. Back in the 1890’s there was an old farmer that lived at the end of the road with his wife and 3 children, he was a scary old man people say, someone you wouldn’t dare to speak back too. One halloween night a couple of teenagers decided to play a prank on the old farmer and his family but it ended horribly. The farmer thought that the kids were trying to endanger his family and ended up killing one of the youngest people in the group. It was said that after that night he changed into a completely different person, he was cold and scarier than before. He went into the little village tavern and drank every night, the people told him that he was just protecting his family but he continued to drown

Soon the Tyrells sisters happened across a small stream hidden away from the trail. Throwing caution to the wind, the girls veered off the trail not heeding the warnings of those behind them. But the tranquil brooke was little threat. It’s trickling water seemed to sparkle in the beams of sunlight breaking through the leaves. Alayna slid out of her saddle to investigate the water further.

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 to open the car door and then I woke up and I was being carried to the ambulance. While I was crying in pain the paramedics dove me to the hospital. I was in so much pain I couldn’t walk, so they put me in a wheelchair and so Aunt Susan took care of me for a while , but she didn’t have enough money to raise me anymore, so she put me up foster care, and the then there were two parents that adopted me.

The woods stayed dark, day and night. The only way to see was with a lantern, held high, held strong. Adyna lived there, in the dark. Every night, Adyna ventured out of her wooded home and sat, beautiful and terrible, in a clearing, close to the village. She would wait, because Adyna kept secrets.

Two different voices screamed. We ran up to the fallen building and started to climb up. Once we had gotten to the top the froze. There was two unknown figures drenched in red, a purple snake? ... and... Zeke!?!? I was about to call out to him but Alice stopped me and pointed towards the figures and the snake.

In a small village called Rabbitville, there was a community of rabbits that worked together, cherished each other and loved the environment. Everyday day little Jack Daniel would go to the community carrot mine and harvest just enough carrots to keep his family sustained. The people of this town tried to keep the carrot mine a secret from the outside rabbit cities, because of how precious the mine was. It was also Jack Daniel’s great- great-grandfather that had started this mine and Jack would do anything to preserve the mine that has sustained the people for generations.