Short Story

Shortly after I unlocked my door, it flew open, slamming into the back wall and most likely leaving a battle scar where the door knob once was. The vibrations travelled through the walls as the lightning that previously basked me in a healthy glow cast a terrifying shadow against the creature. It stalked towards me with pure disdain, snatching the phone from my hands and punching in the only number it knew by heart.

“Of course.” I promised. A couple hours had passed and the sleep got to her, so I said another sad goodbye and left her to rest. Only one visit left…

The story of A&P (written by John Updike, a US writer born 1932 in Pennsylvania, died in 2009) Is one of lengthy descriptive details of places, people, and things that take place in a town north of Boston, Massachusetts. This first person point of view type of story features a seemingly normal 19 year old cashier named Sammy who is stuck at work on an average Thursday afternoon when 3 girls in bathing suites come in to buy some kingfish snacks. As he describes the 3 girls; it becomes apparent that the most attractive girl of the group who has her top straps loose in such a way that they reveal a little bit more than should be showing becomes the main focus of the story , along with his reactions and details of other people’s reception

It was a late summer afternoon in Crenshaw Los Angles. The sun is setting and I was sitting at the stairs of the two apartment building I lived at. I was waiting for my dad to return from work. Down in the street gust of wind blew torn paper into spirals. The sun was shining through the bright blue empty sky making it hard to see through the distance as the light shines through my eyes. My father was walking towards me with the harsh light of the sun outlining his body. As my father began to come closer to me the sun began to set even more. Light fading away as soon as my father stood in front of me. As he stood in front of me I was able to smell the fresh paint that was stained on his pants all the way up to his neck. He then squats down in

“I’m Y/N. Thank you. For, you know.” She laughed; it was a beautiful laugh that I almost forgot to respond again.

We walk back to the shelters to get some sleep, and I sit there awake for a minute until my father falls asleep. In the morning when I awake, my father is very sick, so I take him to the doctor. The doctor rejects to help because he is a surgeon. I take my father back to the shelter to let him rest some more. I leave him to go outside to get more coffee. I think back to all the things me and my father have been through. Losing my mother and sister will always reply through my head, remembering them holding hands and moving off to the left, and my father holding onto my hand, and we walking away from them. The last thing I got to do was just look into there eyes and turn and walk away. Once I got back I found my father not there. I knew where he had gone, they had taken him to the furnace. I dropped to the floor wanting to cry, wanting to have a fit like a normal teenager. Deep into his feelings he thought “Free at last.” He was free to only think about surviving, and not to worry about anyone but himself. I will miss my father. I love him. I will never forget how much he did for me, he is the reason why I am still

“I didn’t feel very loved sometimes, and I also had a secret that I was keeping from all of you.”

“Y-yes, because of Dad.” Her eyes gleamed and her lips trembled but she was smiling when she brought him into a hug which he returned, inhaling her comforting scent.

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

Funny, her heart didn’t erupt like it usually did at his touch. Perhaps she was tired. With a shrug, she followed him up the rest of the way, aiming for a break in the waves away from her father.

Dorian and I cast don’t-notice-me spells on all of us and we went through the door as stealthily as half a dozen people can.

After about ten minutes or so he noticed that Louis was becoming restless again. He sighed and began to rocked with the boy trying to calm him.

I walk up to the house after a heated chase with my sister and step through the doorway, the floorboards creak under my feet as I walk, I step on one and suddenly I go straight through! Hazel runs over and grabs my arm before I fall through completely, she pulls while I try to get my footing. Finally, I get my leg up and pull myself out of the hole

My dad smiled sadly and did as he was told. He got up and crouched to kiss her red lips.

While I was clinging on to my father’s back I became overwhelmed with emotion, I remember thinking that I could not tolerate for this to keep happening again. Since I was lost in thought, I did not notice that my mother had suddenly gotten up and had grabbed a pan from the kitchen to protect herself. I do not really remember what happened after that, I just remember that this affected our family’s dynamics. Nothing was the same after that evening.