Short Story Of Liliya Poludnenko

Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.

Etta Shattuck took cover in a haystack and prayed that God was coming to save her is a final example of willpower. Etta was a very religious nineteen years old teacher who taught in Holt County. Hours before the storm hit, she went out that morning to get her orders signed so she could get her twenty-five dollars. Soon the storm came like a desease and she was lost and confused as she struggled to find her way back home. She walked for miles and miles as the chill wind slowly wore she out. Since she was a very religious woman, all she did was prayed and asked god to save her. Sooner or later, God led her into a pile of haystack. She used the last ounce of strength she had and managed to dig a shallow hole for herself. “By the time she reached

In this short story “Eleven”, Sandra Cisneros tells a story about a little girl named Rachel,

In the fall, Grandma Lynn calls Jack and says she's moving in. That December, Mr. Harvey has been gone over a year, and nobody has been able to find him. Susie feels sorry for Len Fenerman because he didn't solve the crime in time or get the lady. (Apparently, when Abigail left for California, she cut all ties to Len.) Len feels extremely guilty for not solving Susie's case.

Papi was one of the most influential character in the short story known as “FIESTA, 1980” narrated by Yunior. He was also known for his unfaithful life toward his wife, cruelty and negative behavior against his son Yunior for being carsick several times and puked the moment he accelerated the gas of his brand-new lime green Volkswagen van above twenty miles per hour which was bought to impress the family members. The story involved immigrant family from Dominican Republic who lived in new jersey and were attending family party in Bronx New York City in Yunior aunt’s home. The family consists of Papi and Momi(parents), Yunior who was middle son, Rafa who was older than Yunior then Madai was youngest. Everyone was ready to leave for the party waiting Papi arrival from “work” in the beginning but later was suspected to be coming back from his girlfriend (the Puerto Rican woman) as he rushed into shower to remove the indication of being with a woman. Yunior states that “he didn’t say nothing to nobody, not even my mom. He just pushed past her, held up his hand when she tried to talk to him and headed right into shower”. Then Rafa and his brother looked at each other and both assumed their dad had been with another woman. This issue of his infidelity had avoided in the house.

In the short story, "Eleven," by Sandra Cisnernos, Cisneros describes the birthday of Rachel, an eleven year-old who was humiliated on her birthday. Her teacher, Mrs. Price, claimed that an old sweater belonged to her, when in reality, it was Sylvia Saldivar's who ironically claimed it belonged to Rachel. Rachel was left crying and depressed the rest of the day, when she was commanded to wear it. Cisneros best characterizes Rachel through her well use of her diction,imagery, and repetition.

On April 2, 2006, Ned Vizzini's, It's Kind of a Funny Story, was published. This book is very well written, relatable for a lot of teens, and is all about Craig Gilner versus himself.

[Center]Zona started to think of the possibilities of her actually attending the festival. Number one, she had no life what-so-ever. Number two, she wasn't working today. Number three, she still has no life.

After helping save the beautiful Princess Buttercup Inigo and Fezzik stayed with the pair for quite some time after. The longer they stayed the more frustrated Buttercup got. Finally, one day, when Fezzik was outside knocking trees over and smashed Buttercups flower garden. As soon as she saw her poor Petunias smashed she went berzerk! As he left Inigo followed but the two had a plan. And so it had begun, the adventures of Inigo Montoya and Fezzik the Giant! “Inigo, what do you think France will be like”? Said Fezzik. “I think it will be great, why do you ask”? Asked Inigo. “Well, I just do not know what people will say when they see me”, Worried Fezzik. “Do not worry my friend, you will be fine! You are as tall as the trees and as brave as a lion, you should not worry about what others think of you!”, said Inigo. Fezzik was quite for the rest of the voyage, and Inigo was worried about how he would like France. It was a big place, but he was a big man and Inigo believed that he would be better once they arrived.

It was a dark and stormy night in Wismertown. The streets abandoned as everyone has retreated to the safety and security of their own homes. Or so that was to be expected. One boy, a very reckless boy was still on the streets, running. But from what? Nobody knows. It is said to be 50 feet long and just as wide, a very feared beast. Wismertown is filled with monsters and all sorts of misshaped creatures, but none were like this. Jake ran and ran until he could not and would not run any farther. He finally reached his home. He jumped onto his bed and under the covers as the gargantuan beast was still patrolling the streets. After a few hours of hiding under the sheets passed, Jake heard a satisfying flap of wings and looked outside to see the

Dad, I need to talk to you, announced Shameka. Honey, I’m really busy right now. Can it wait?” “Actually, Dad, it’s already waited for 13 years. I think we are way overdue for this conversation.” “Wait a minute,” responded Dad. “I really don’t like being talked to like that. What’s your problem?” “My problem is that I’m not getting any support from you and Mom,” Shameka yelled as she walked across the room and prepared to slam the door. “STOP RIGHT THERE, young lady. You will not talk to me that way and you will not walk away.” Dad paused and then calmly asked “Please, will you tell me what’s bothering you? Obviously, there’s something rather important. What do you mean that we don’t support you” “OK, Dad, I’m sorry,” apologized Shameka? It’s

Who am I? I am Josephine Allbrandi, I am 17 years old, and I can be exactly whoever I want to be. About 6 months ago I wouldn't have felt the same. I hated my life at that time. My Grandma and my mum controlled my life and I always felt like I couldn't be who I wanted to be. They controlled me in every way possible. I hated it. I wanted to be free. I wanted to be emancipated. Did that happen? Yes. But. Not in the way I thought. I wanted to be completely free from everything to do with Italy. I did not want to be Italian, but I did not want to be Australia. I was confused. But I'm not anymore, at least I hope I'm not. These are the events that shaped my perspective to what it is today.

It was the same woman that spoke with Anna Greenfield last time. The woman smiled at him and moved aside to give him space. Detective Licht was about to press the button for the fourth floor when he noticed it has already lit up. He turned to the woman in question.

Josh would be surprised by how vindictive his mother was becoming. She enjoyed the sex as much as Josh did. Instead of working things out, it was her who started all this. Telling him what they shared was wrong. Saying it couldn't happen again and demanding he keep her dirty secret. She was willing to send her son away like some criminal. Ship him off just because she was selling her body to anyone wiling to pay the price. It seemed Mia was willing to use anything to against Josh. Just to keep the fact she was whoring around quiet. Well, Mia could scheme all she wanted. She could use her own daughter as a tool. Josh still held the upper hand. All he needed to do was tell his father about Mia's night work. Mathew thought his wife was out helping

“Wy-non-na…” The voice sing-songed, from her worst nightmares, but no one else stood in the cold with them.