Short Story

mind and severed him from the reality of the real life he was living with his family in the small

With intricate detail the author explains these events as frightening and overwhelmingly difficult to tolerate. Beah, exposed to combat at age 12, was traumatized by battle and portrays details of the horrifying events through imagery. “When the rebels finally came I was cooking... My heart was beating faster than it ever had. Each gunshot seemed to cling to the beat of my heart.”

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

Both of them drunk and are in a dark part of their life .He scolds his half conscious son for being a coward and insults Albie builds up inside as he felt the rider’s emotions when he thought Albie was ilf Beacon and was crying. Albie felt it was unfair the son wept for his father, and as he is in a critical condition, his father shows no emotions or support. The relationship between Albie and his father is extremely different from to the one of Beacon and his son .Albies dad is a good man who helps the injured rider and seek help upon the accident of the rider and then to follow up by finding. Albie is so content with. He thinks so highly of his father, even more so than God. In contrast Beacon,express emotions through violence and verbal abuse, which is unhealthy for a son to be raised by. He is seen as a male who drinks avoids his family life .

She looks at him with a grin on her face. Pablo walks toward the curb of the sidewalk and sits down upset and disappointed in Justyna because he will not let him ride her bike. He says to himself, ‘If Justyna does not let me borrow her bike I am not going to win the bet and the day is almost over”.

Apparently his mom and dad died in a car accident the car fell off a bridge and into the ocean. The police was notified and found the car but not the body. Rider spends his time alone. Barely talks to anyone his girlfriend Allison broke up with him right after the accident. Allison was your typical rich girl blonde hair, big boobs, big waist, blue eyes she makes me want to throw

The ability to rage and storm and unleash his anger on the deserving world whenever he chose was easier. It was blinding and empowering, things were easier to ignore as rage fueled rage. He was in control and out of it at the same time and it had been bliss. He had gotten his revenge.

“Cherry sent me down here early this morning, and the grass had been wet from the rain, and I turned the wheel and the entire back of the cart slid around.” She spun her finger around in a loop. “It was cool.”

Her look softened, and she grinned, showing off her pearly white fangs. Valentine grinned back, his toothy smile matching her own. A brief flash of rage sparked in Valentine when he looked into Anne Marie’s eyes and all he saw for a moment were Jared’s brown eyes looking back at him. The moment passed when Anne Marie began blowing bubbles in her milk and giggling.

you'd gone to the office already. Which means you got in late. That's unacceptable.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

Flich will not stop talking with his mouthful. Walker seems use to it as his ear is literally chattered off.

It’s weird to separate himself from his job. He doesn’t really like it. Which is probably why he’s stayed single for so long. Well, he has Rebecca, but that’s beside the point.

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.