Short Story

"Phillip is there in the room and he goes to hurt my youngest daughter, so I jump at him and knock him down and put my hands around his throat. I’m choking him. I press and press harder, and then he dies, and I wake up."

Most eleven year old boys today are busy playing video games, refusing to clean their rooms, and thinking up awesome pranks. Phillip Enright is a typical, immature preteen living fairly normally, until a series of catastrophic events changes the course of his life. In the novel, The Cay, Philip grows from an innocent, scared child, to an independent, mature person almost overnight because of his extraordinary experiences. He is forced to mature, not over the course of his teenage years like most kids, but in only one year!

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

This shows now Phillip understands that war is no joke and this is a mature understanding.

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

“When we have the knife, and the power to kill you, we can do anything we want.” one man replies.

"Come on Violet, just one." My best friend Frank pleaded. He had spent most of the afternoon trying to convince me to watch a horror movie. I put up with a lot of his crap as it was, what made him think that I was going to watch one of those stupid films?

“…and so, your cooperation is utmostly needed and required right now, Mr. Ralston,” Dorne said.

"Here I thought this was cramped when I was stuck in here alone," Cat mutters, voice barely above a whisper. If they're on schedule they're still more than half an hour away from inspection, but old habits die hard and it's better to be safe than sorry.

Ryder stared up at the Snowbelle gym, his heart racing in his chest. Liepard gave off a growl as she looked up at her, a smirk of determination on her face. Emma stood beside him as she looked up at the gym as well.

Marta was ten houses away from home and the closer she got, the more she shivered, dreading that one step that will swallow her inside, pass her iron security door and inside her enclosed porch. She looked at the houses that hugged each side of the street. All of them had enclosed porches with wrought iron doors that secure their homes as well. The only difference was the color of the houses. Some were pastel pinks, buttery yellows, and mint greens. She noticed that no mattered how colorful they were, they all looked just as opaque in the dark, as the other houses that weren’t painted; those houses with grey concrete blocks and symmetrical line patterns of cement like hers.

Damien awoke to the sound of the wretched voice on his intercom. The like sound of a knife on glass combined with a dying cat seemed like the most accurate representation of him. The voice croaked a few time before speaking.

Robin and Jasmine just moved into the neighborhood. As they stepped outside there 2014 Toyota Camry, they stepped on the puddles from the rain from last night as the hot sun in Los Angeles California beamed on their heads. The previously hired a mover to bring them their furniture and set it up in the house.

"Not like that. Really go. Make me see what you see. Make me feel what you felt when you wrote this. Use your hands."

“Not making any sense, I asked him where they both were and I rushed down to the park as fast as humanly possible. Once I got there, I found Phillip still unconscious and Russell half in shock, half rambling