Short Story

Two noticeably famous people who have climbed the ruthless mountain Everest, Tenzing Norgay and Sir Edmand Hillary, are possibly the best 2 climbers that have been around, and If I had to choose between the two, I would pick Norgay. When deciding between the two I had to think about several things, and one of them is the advantages of having both people with myself. Nonetheless, I concluded that they were both bold and that they were willing to do anything to go 29,000 feet. They were both someone who knew about the land, and knew what to do, and not what to do. “At that great moment for which I had waited all my life, my mountain did not seem to me a lifeless thing of rock and ice, but warm and friendly and loving.” (Norgay Page 42) Even

Many people have dreamed of climbing the tallest mountain on earth, Mount Everest. However one must possess certain physical and mental attributes to accomplish this giant feat. “Courage is not having the strength to go on: it's going on when you don't have the strength.” Ed Viesturs knows first-hand what having courage is all about although you’ve used all your strength. He kept going to reach his goal even after he faced life threatening obstacles.

Did you know that you can fit Mt. Everest at the bottom of the Marian’s Trench, and you still have two miles till you get to the surface?

Wes 1's mom threatened that if he kept slacking off, she would send him to military school.

thought? Picture it: All you have to guide you up the highest mountain in the world

“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.

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

“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.

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.

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

Mh'ale wasn't like the other stars. He was dark, cold, with no light of own to brighten his way through life. The others, so beautiful and radiant and brimming with energy, had no love for the freakish thing that inhabited the Nothing with them. Mh'ale envied and despised them in equal measure, and would weep and wail miserably when they taunted him, the tears puddling and pooling all around. The stars paid no heed to his misery; they were too perfect to cry, and didn't understand why the ugly little star was drowning himself. He only ever felt happy when he was bathed in light, but no matter how hard he begged, the stars refused to share the gifts that came to them so naturally. They teased and taunted him, allowing slight flickers

“I’m fine, really,” Jared said as he closed his trailer door, still holding the ice pack over his now blackened eye. The truth was he was anything but fine.’ He shakily walked over to the couch and sat down. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t’ hurt. The crew had just witnessed and broken up Jensen kicking his ass up and down the set.

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.