Short Story Essay

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

The world was so big to a boy who had lived in a small town called Waterfront for his whole life. It was a silly name for a place that had no water around for miles though. It was set on a plateau at least a mile from the ground and surrounded by desert. There were highways jutting out of either side of the town as if the plateau had lifted out of the ground causing the road to break apart. The rest of the road at the bottom went as far as the eye could see. No one had ever seen a vehicle on the roads. The only way up to the town was by plane or airlift, but no one had ever left, and no one ever came. Elijah was the only kid in Waterfront. His parents barely knew he existed and were always working in the only skyscraper in town.

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.”

Thomas strode through the cobblestone that made up the pathway leading up to the prestigious academy his 'loving' parents enrolled him in, Pandemonium. For what reason? There was a good chance it was right under his nose, but he couldn't seem to care enough delve into it any deeper. He instead accepted it as a mean for them to have a break from each other, it was probably for the best. With a huff he stuffed a hand in his jeans' side pocket, using the other to reach bellow and allow his fingers to graze against the Hydrangeas lined up along the path. He momentarily had his attention focused on them, almost hypnotized by the way they would slightly push forwards in reaction to his hand brushing against the petals before snapping back to

Tomorrow you must leave. I don't want to hear any stories. Yes.

Your story goes here: It was one of the worst thunderstorms of the year as I was watching a movie at my uncle's house. The heavy rain splattering the window beside me and the distant thunder gave a calming ambience to the dull background. It was around 9:30 pm that I decided to head to bed. I gently opened the door and tiptoed across the hall, quiet to not wake up my sleeping uncle, who wouldn't exactly be calm about being woke up. My uncle was slightly groggy fellow, he wasn't exactly what you’d call a exciting person. He has black shaggy hair compared to my slick blond hair, he wears usually loose clothing so his belly usually bulges out too. As I crawled into my bed, I still heard the rainy dripping outside as my sight faded to black. I woke to a banging sound, I thought it was something that fell from downstairs, something not uncommon in the the old house. I decided to climb out of bed and look out the window. I undid the curtains and tried to see through the murky glass. I cleared the fog from the window and looked outside. The field behind our house was all I saw. I looked at the cellar under my window and saw nothing too. “Yep something fell,” I remember murmuring. I climbed back into bed and dozed away again. I woke again to another bang, I looked to my left to see the time and saw I had only slept 30 minutes. I was now becoming confused, why would something fall twice in the night, thunder can't shake a house. Can it?

The wind howled outside warning us of the bitter cold that waited for us outside. The sky was starting to turn dark and the outside world became scarier compared to the warmth of the fireplace before me, it was crackling and spitting out little pieces of burnt wood but they couldn’t make it past the glass panel. Within minutes everyone was piled in the room talking and chatting about how scary it was going to be tonight. As a group of stupid high school kids we decided to go out to haunted road that lays right outside the village we all call home. We decided to meet at my house, mainly because my parents are never home and I live the closest. After 10 minutes of chatting we all piled into vehicles and headed for the abandoned road. There is a story that goes along with this road. Back in the 1890’s there was an old farmer that lived at the end of the road with his wife and 3 children, he was a scary old man people say, someone you wouldn’t dare to speak back too. One halloween night a couple of teenagers decided to play a prank on the old farmer and his family but it ended horribly. The farmer thought that the kids were trying to endanger his family and ended up killing one of the youngest people in the group. It was said that after that night he changed into a completely different person, he was cold and scarier than before. He went into the little village tavern and drank every night, the people told him that he was just protecting his family but he continued to drown

It's a nice Summer day,Oliver is driving down to the beach to hang out with some friends and go surfing.Then when he gets to the beach he goes around the building and sees his friends,so he runs over and says hello.But Mark was not there,so he just thought he lost track of time.But 1 hour goes bye and there is know Mark,so he gets back in his truck and starts to drive to Mark’s apartment to see why he is late.Then he knocks on the door and it pushes open a little bit,so he opens the door and sees everything is trashed.Then the phone rings,and Oliver picks up the phone and a Deep voice on the other end says

“Well, in five minutes we’ll be on our way to Iowa. Lord, how did we ever get in this house? What prompted us to buy a nightmare?”, exclaimed George.

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 feeling of adrenaline rushed through his veins, the pounding sound of his friends chanting for him do do it,

“You are being nicer to him.” Liam pointed out motioning to the omega sleeping on the other half of Harry's favorite sofa. Harry shrugged slightly. He knew Liam was right. He had covered the boy up in a quilt and even given him a pillow after he dozed off watching television.

special about it. It was not far by car but I was confused as to why

The woods stayed dark, day and night. The only way to see was with a lantern, held high, held strong. Adyna lived there, in the dark. Every night, Adyna ventured out of her wooded home and sat, beautiful and terrible, in a clearing, close to the village. She would wait, because Adyna kept secrets.

In a small village called Rabbitville, there was a community of rabbits that worked together, cherished each other and loved the environment. Everyday day little Jack Daniel would go to the community carrot mine and harvest just enough carrots to keep his family sustained. The people of this town tried to keep the carrot mine a secret from the outside rabbit cities, because of how precious the mine was. It was also Jack Daniel’s great- great-grandfather that had started this mine and Jack would do anything to preserve the mine that has sustained the people for generations.