Short Story Essay

It was the midst of day, June 30, 20--; an ill-pleasuring mess had been proposed to the police of Detroit. The corpse of an old, clumsy, joke of a gentlemen, found covered in newspaper dumped into a dumpster. The corpse was dismantled, mangled, and at the same time of many other killings. The detective, Ms. Liu, immediately concluded the cause of death and the murder weapon.

A nurse friend of Dennis confides in him that she was called by doctors to assist in an alien autopsy. Even though she is sworn to secrecy, she must confide in someone. She meets Dennis and draws him a sketch of what she observed during the “alien autopsy”. Strangely enough, she was transferred from the funeral home shortly after and never heard from again. The news of the crash soon starts to fade away, and within the end of the year disappears from the news altogether.

What is the point of any piece of great literature? Or rather, what is great literature? Some would say that accomplished literature is a way of exceptionally telling a story. However, what is the point of storytelling? In many cases, stories are told for entertainment. However, most stories have a moral or theme conveying an important message about life or how to live it. This is the point of great literature, to convey this message beautifully. Some pieces of great literature are The Story-Teller, by Saki, Geraldine Moore the Poet, by Toni Cade Bambara, and Enemy Territory, by William Melvin Kelley. To understand the themes of great literature, you must also understand how to analyze it. The content

It was a cold night in New York city, all the lamps were dim, looking very sketchy as always. John Moore was a detective on a missing case for his brother Joshua. The incident occurred on September 19, it was now October 5. John doesn't usually look for a missing case this long, but it was his brother who went missing and he was restless to find his brother. Joshua Moore was reported missing on September 19, little did everyone know Joshua was still alive and well. He actually went missing for a reason, to keep his family safe from a murderer who John had tried to catch a while back. John went on a case for a robber and his partner who did a home invasion on a elderly couple. He soon tracked down the two and chased them till he

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

About four hours later, an employee had walked in and noticed that it was quiet. The employee had seen the cash register opened, with only change in it, no bills. At that time he peered over the counter and found the appalling death Mr. Nesbitt. At Least, he assumed that he was dead. The employee had then taken inventory of the drug store. That’s when he had discovered that five cartons of cigarettes were stolen. Soon after, he had called the cops.

I was so preoccupied with looking around the room I didn’t notice a short, elderly man creep out from the shadows. “What are you doing here?!” he shouted, “This here is private property!”. I turned around and took a good look at the man. He wore bleached, old fashioned clothes that resembled a style from the 1960s, with thick spectacles. He looked familiar. “A corpse was found in this area this morning, I’m questioning the residents surrounding the crime scene.” I replied, “Have you ever seen this man?” I inquired, pulling out the victim’s wallet showing him the photograph of the victim. An expression flickered across the man’s face almost too quickly to catch it, but he quickly regained his composure, “I ain’t never seen ‘im.” the man said indifferently.

Dr. Flanagan closed the door of the refrigerant and turned to head to her desk. Her head was down, looking over her paperwork she had to send up when she heard the door to autopsy open. She looked up to see a tall man standing there with a plaid button up shirt and blue jeans. He had almost gray hair with a gray beard. She paused in her pace and asked, “Can I help you?”

Sitting on the sofa watching old reruns with dad and Karen , were interrupted with a breaking news bulletin . It was about a murder discovered in our town , I was began to tighten Karens hand while holding it. She let go , giving me that look of don't even at me , stared back at the TV watching Trever coming on. “ We have some details relating to the murders , were suspecting a female very young , possible male .” Good evening everyone , please be warned the following details are explicit and graphic .” “The suspects have been draining the blood from virgin females from the scene , we believe they are bathing in it at there disclosed location .” “ Were calling it a copycat murder based on the 1500s serial killer , Elizabeth Bathory.” “ Be

Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come home from work. She had everything ready for his arrival. They were supposed to go out that night. Her husband told her that he was going to leave her but he would help her, he would give her money and make sure she was taken care of. She went to make dinner and came out with a frozen lamb leg. She hit her husband in the back of his head. She put it in the oven and went to the grocery store. She came back and called the police. Told them she came home and “found” him dead. The detectives showed up looked at the body, looked

The year was 1946 in New York it was a normal day in the office. I was just about done so I took a little break I said I deserve this break in my head so I leaned back in my chair put my feet over the case files grabbed a cigar out of the box I was gifted for my birthday by my boss. I was about to light it the flame was hovering over the cigar but as soon as it was about to lite I was interrupted by my assistant she had told me “Mr.de Niro someone’s here to see you” that was odd because it was almost closing hours but I had told my assistant “let them in” the door had opened and a young woman stood in the doorway she had short red hair “what can I do for you mam” I said politely “ there has been a murder I would like you to work on” she said

Two weeks had passed the police force couldn’t figure out who had killed the man, especially since there was no body to work with. Going back into the crime scene I counted all the people on the wall. The same amount on the wall was the same amount of clients we had plus one. Just then I heard a high pitched scream and watched a great big x appear in blood on a charcoaled person. I knew immediately what had happened.

The next morning Timmy watches the local news station waiting for something interesting to spark the Sunday morning. Timmy noticed that there was a story of someone was dead in the middle of the streets. He had supposedly been there from around 3:00 AM. Then Timmy nearly

Margaret and Jerry sat down on a bench. Soon, a man dressed in a dark, business suit, with a cold, businesslike manner entered the room without introducing himself, he pointed toward a window, and said, “Mrs. Barnes, we have a corpse lying on a gurney. A sheet is covering it, except for the head. When I turn on the light, if you recognize the person, just say yes, and I’ll turn off the light.”

I was woken up by the sound of my doorbell. I had a headache and little to no recollection of what happened the previous day. I heard the doorbell again, so I wobbled out of bed, down the staircase and to the door. When I opened the door, it was sunny outside, probably around noon. Two people stood there, one a female and the other a male. They introduced themselves as detective Raymond and detective Kent. I turned to the woman and asked her what her name was