Short Story: Mr. Roberts's Home

As she hastily made her way through the long-winded hallway, the realisation of her husband being away at war suddenly hit her. The delight evident on her face swiftly turned into an expression of extreme woe. Heartbroken by the fact that he was missing this major milestone, her eyes were a waterfall, dripped with salty tears down her

Cecilia came out with a new heart a heart that Isiah was supposed to have but instead he gave up his life for her. Ms. Smith didn’t know until she entered the Isiah’s room with Isiah gone and Cecilia with a new heart. Cecilia didn’t know Isiah gave up the heart for her but it was to the nurse to change

About a week later, thing was out of usual. The sun was didn’t come out, they bird wasn’t squeezing anymore, James wife was in a bad mood and James didn’t feel like reading his favorite book. The cloud was very dark, James see people in a hurry to read the newspaper like never before. People gather in group and they read the important thing in the newspaper out loud so the mob of people gather around could hear. “James called his wife honey could

"I was in the house," Kris Dunn recalled. "There were two big dudes banging on the big, glass door and telling me to come to the door. I'm looking at them, I'm like, 'OK, I'm going to lock it up even more.' My brother comes out and says: 'What are you doing? That's our father.' Emotions just came out of me so much. I never met my father before." It was not until the age of nine that future all star Providence College point guard met his own father. Growing up, Kris was living in Alexandria Virginia with his mother Pia, and his child-hood father figure and older brother John. Life was challenging for Kris at first with many bumps in the road. From not knowing where his next meal would be coming from to two-time Big East Player of the Year and 5th overall draft pick the light would ensure

It was just for one night, thought she as she closed the window. The wind is howling and the rain is conducting a symphony of drums against the glass. She turns around and starts walking across the room, the white carpet is soft underneath her bare feet, as she walks to her chair, fixing up her mess of long, beautiful black hair into a messy bun. She has the hair of a Disney princess and the school thought she's one of the most beautiful girls in the entire class, with eyes of ice and a heart of gold. Underneath the mountain of clothes she has yet to put away she finds a towel and hands it to Roman. He takes it from her, their hands lightly touch and he flashes that million dollar, white as snow smile. His dad must be drinking again. Why else

The man was shocked when he saw her chest slightly go up and down. She wasn’t dead like he thought. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay. I promise.” mumbled the man. She cracked open her eyes to see him staring down at her, with a slight smile. When all of the sudden Diana walked by and saw the slip of the dancers eye. She walked right up to the worker dragging her stretcher out of the studio.

The hours passed and Robert's friend started cooking and talking with Robert. After she cook they went to the dining room to eat. Then they went to living room to drink and talk. Robert and his friend were talking about them. Wife’s husband turn on the tv and she gets angry.

Letter to his loving parents Richard Frethorne explains how he feels weak and sick. He hopes his

It was a cold Sunday afternoon in the South Bronx, New York City. Almost everyone was inside due to the howling wind that could peel the skin off of one’s face if they stayed outside to long. It had been especially cold this December and it was forecasted to get even colder in the upcoming winter months after Christmas. Sammy Roberts hated this cold weather and he thought of every possible way that he could move his family to somewhere warmer and safer for all of them. Unfortunately, money had been tight for the Roberts’ family last month, and Sammy and his wife, Gloria, weren’t sure if they were going to be able buy their children presents for Christmas or even pay the monthly rent. Sammy worked for the maintenance department of the city;

"Hey dad. Yeah we're leaving now. Okay see you soon. Love you too, bye." She hung up. "Okay, they're leaving now, we should get

Serenity Rene is the girl between the covers of Through the Tunnel. Serenity is the eldest of both her mother and fathers children, having five brothers and two sisters. Growing up in the smaller town of Woodlake, California with her grandmother she always enjoyed the power of words; from California to Mount Vernon, Missouri where she currently resides writing and reading will always be a part of her story. At the moment Serenity is fresh out of high school and deciding on the collage she will be attending in this next year. Serenity’s goals are to become a military councilor, travel the world, and to write half as many books as she’s read. The two most inspiring people in Serenity’s writing career are: Milo Parraz Serenity’s father who brought

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

“There are a couple different treatments we could do, however I personally think that the chemo is our best option. There will be a long hard road ahead of us, but I think we can do it! Now your cancer hasn’t spread yet and that’s why I think it is best to start as soon as we possibly can. Here’s what we can do…” the doctor went on and on and on. It was so hard to (even (omit)) grasp what he was saying. So much was running through my head. I was beginning to cry again, but this time I in a private room instead of in front of a waiting room full of people. “Why don’t we go for a little walk. Maybe to get a snack or something.” Caleb thought it was a good idea because he figured I needed to just get away from all the talk of chemo and treatments and well, cancer. He could see the fear in my eyes. “I’m so scared.” I thought I was crying as hard as I possibly could but boy was I wrong. “I know you are, and you have the right to be, it’s a scary thing. But you know that I will be here for you through everything, okay. I’m not going anywhere.” The doctor said I needed a good support system, and man did I have the

She stubbed her cigarette on the heel of her shoe and flicked it to the side. It was time for her break, which would have amounted to five or six minutes, and instead of going to greet Cecil she lingered on stage with her back turned in his direction. She removed her compact mirror with intentions to spot-check her makeup. What she saw did not displease her: her eyes were outlined with mascara and kohl, the dark red tint to her lips had yet to run, and her rouge still looked quite nice against her pale complexion. She wore a beige-colored dress that came a few inches above her knees, exposing her stocking-cladded stick thin legs. The dress was straight and loose and covered her boyish figure. She wore a long bead of pearls around her neck. And if one looked close enough, they could see a dust of freckles over her button nose. She was everything her parents hated about the younger generation. No wonder they had set her up with such a

“Ok, I understand Mrs. Evans.” He noticed the way she looked at her husband’s picture hanging on top of the chimney. It was like he was still there to watch her. Everything in the room was tidy and clean. She must have made time pass by cleaning up everything. He could see though that there was an unusually big pile of papers on the corner of the desk behind her seat. Maybe she had been busy organizing some things, a job or maybe a closer investigation on the case…