Short Story

•The action that takes place in the story.  It is a series of connected happenings and their result.  In order to have a result, we must have an initial event, or

One afternoon a couple weeks after the war had ended, when my siblings and I had gotten home from school, my mother was at home. She normally wouldn’t get home until later because of her job, so I immediately knew something was wrong. She told us that her job got taken away from her because a man had wanted it since he just got back from the war. My mother was not happy about that for many reasons. One was because some things were going back to the way they were before the war and another was she needed the job just as much as that man since father had still not returned.

She told me she won and for once I felt happy to hear that kind of news. She said she had us back for good. In that moment I truly felt joy, it wasn’t bought or asked for! My dad and mom had disagreements but it worked out to where I could see him when I

It was a huge adjustment. My dad had always been the main breadwinner for our family and with him gone and not working, things were extremely tough. Now that I’m older and I know the truth, my mom was not only under the immense amount of stress of wondering how my dad was, but she was also worried sick about how she was going to afford food for my younger brother and I or how our electricity bill was going to be

Soon my mom went out to go look for any jobs that would employ her. Jobs were scarce and many didn’t want to hire women. Finally, my mother went to my dad’s work place and begged for them to let her have his job. They gave it to her because they were in need of employees because the army was in need of supplies. She wasn’t paid as much as my father but that would soon change.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

''Not we, Cisco. Me. I need to do this alone'' Instantly answered back the speedster, without hesitation. His answer wasn’t harsh, but it was firm and definitive.

I can still remember that day so vividly, it’s almost as if it happened yesterday. It was 2 months into the war when a messenger arrived at our doorsteps. As I saw him approaching the gates from the sanctuary of my room, in my heart I knew that he wasn’t here to deliver good news, but nothing could prepare me for what he had to say.

"You were a cute kid," I say aloud to him, smirking at his baffled expression. He was staring down at me with confusion, probably wondering what was happening and what the hell I was doing. I honestly don't even know what I'm doing myself.

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

The warm flow of water ran in rivulets down his body, the steam and soothing words reliving the pain that I had witnessed today: Seeing Paledon dead as a rock. The pain still yanked at my heart, making me feel like I was dying. It was the fear caving in me. I sat beside Paledon in my en suite’s spacious shower, gently sponging the dried blood from Paledon’s skin; I had wanted to try and clean myself up since I stunk to high heavens, but after everything Paledon had gone through (I still don’t know what exactly happened) I wouldn’t hear of it. The thoughts swirling in my head as I got back to the Tower were sinister and worrying.

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''

Remus, seeing strait through the fake interest growled and let Moony take over his mind. He said nothing but instead rammed into the door. He bounced off it and went to do it again, this time he let his magic aid him and swirl around him as he came in contact with the sturdy wood.