Short Story Essay

Finally it's friday. Everyone going to prom skips today just so they can get ready. First, I went out and get my hair done. They braided it in a side pony tail. It looked so pretty. Hopefully better than Sally’s hair. I kept checking my phone incase Sally posted anything. After I got my hair done I carefully drive back to my friend Alexsia’s house. When i walked in a wave of hair spray slapped me in the face. They were all talking about how Sally is trying way to hard to win.

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

Antagonist: Captain Torres Flat and a little stereotypical: The captain does not show his thoughts or feelings. he is a standard, cruel, brutal army officer bad guy, killing the good revolutionaries. However, he shows a little change is telling the barber that “Killing isn’t easy, is it? You can take my word for that.”

It was a warm sunny day, Anna was ready to go to the mall. She was going prom dress shopping with her friends. As she waited for her friends to come pick her up she was looking up prom dresses on her phone, and there was a couple she really liked. They were all black, some with sparkles on them. As she was saving the websites of the dresses her friends came. She went to tell her parents she was leaving and went to the car. All of her friends were excited to finally go prom dress shopping, they’ve all been waiting for this moment since they started Senior year. One of her friends Evelyn started to talk about what type of dress she wanted. She pictured having a long silver dress, with a slit down the middle by her legs, it being strapless and have sparkles all over it. Red was one of her favorite colors that she wanted to use to add a pop of color. Another friend Bella said she wanted a long light pink dress, really fitted, flared out at the bottom and strapless as well. Anna then told them about some of the dresses she had seen online. She said her favorite one was all black, off the shoulder, really fitted and flared out at the bottom. The dress also had a lace slit in it. They all were excited to finally had made it to the mall. As they walked in the mall the first store they new they had to go to was winsor. It was one of their favorite stores to shop at and they new they had to go there to find a dress. As they walked in they all instantly fell in love with dress they had

“BANG! BANG! BANG!” it was not uncommon to hear Richard outside with his shotgun. As a 50 year old farmer living in Missouri, Richard loved the sweet smell of potatoes and the sound of his shotgun. He didn’t make any money as a farmer and had grown to detest people. Richard resided in a craftsman style house and the closest kin to him lived 60 miles away. Although he was not the best shot in the world because of his poor eyesight, the target still received a bullet half of the time. On a normal day, Richard would water the fields, milk the cows, feed the animals, practice target shooting and follow it all with a hearty dinner and full nights sleep.

“Abby, Abby get up, get up” My younger sister, Kate, squealed while bouncing up and down. I shot up out of my warm sleeping bag to feel a rush of fresh morning air surround me.

The sun beamed through the open window, embracing me in the warmth and comfort. My plane had just arrived in Paris, France. It was a peaceful walk to baggage claim when some random girl interrupted my daydream.

In October, the children must walk to school in the rain and mud and are splashed by the vindictive driver of the white school's bus. (The black school cannot afford a bus because the county does not give it enough money.) One day, after being forced off the road into a muddy ditch, Stacey leads his siblings in digging a trench across the road at lunchtime to make it look like the road has washed out. After school, they watch from the forest as the bus drives into the ditch, breaking its axle, flooding its engine, and leaving the white students without a bus for two weeks.

As me and my son Aiden,little fiery one, sit outside our hut on a warm, dark night while my son finish his upper body exercises. After finishing his exercise sweat dripped from his thick eyebrows and wide body, he stands next to me and ask me a question I have been preparing to answer since he was a child.

He has no mother,he has no skate I thought to myself. I drove down to the orphanage as soon as possible asking myself over and over why did he lie to me. So I went to the orphanage and I saw it burning down. I started to drive faster and faster and I saw Jerry and I was relief. I got out of the car and I see the curtains burning I hear little kids screaming I see the the building burn down to the floor.

The story starts in a home in council bluffs, Iowa with a girl named Rachel and her little brother named Charrilliey. Charrilliey was a very smart boy he had the intellect of a ninth grader and Rachel did not even know it until he was in third grade. Even Though Charrilliey was a very smart kid he had some speech problems which other kids bullied him because he spoke differently than they did. One day charrilliey came home crying because the kids at his school would not stop teasing him.

'Whenever Daddy had the day off work, we would visit the shops, or ride on the tram. He’d let me ride up top so I could see all the sights. And Clog loved going for a walk in the park'

Soon the Tyrells sisters happened across a small stream hidden away from the trail. Throwing caution to the wind, the girls veered off the trail not heeding the warnings of those behind them. But the tranquil brooke was little threat. It’s trickling water seemed to sparkle in the beams of sunlight breaking through the leaves. Alayna slid out of her saddle to investigate the water further.

In Hollywood, Brian broke into someone's house and stole a gun that was mantled over the fireplace. Sitting in someone’s living room, warm and cozy, he looked at the shotgun in his hand.

As she gently stirred out of a deep sleep, with closed eyes, Hannah began to stretch.