Short Story Essay

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.”

the foam in the river, and started out to get it. The other two, Chris

There was a girl named Kandy, she was 15 years old. Her life was extremely boring, all she ever did was go to school, go on her computer, eat and sleep. She spent all summer on her computer. She was really good with HTML and spent her free time making web sites. Kandy didn't have many friends and rarely talked to guys because she was shy and unconfident about her looks. That's why she went into chat rooms. She made a web site with pictures of herself on it and told people in chat rooms to go there. A lot of people would tell her how pretty she was and some would say she was ugly. That made her feel awful. When anyone would say anything nice to her, she wouldn't believe them and think that they were just making fun of her. She only had

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

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

“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.

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?

“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.

John Logan breathed a stream of hot air into his cupped hands, hoping to warm them up against the cold mid-morning air. From his mouth poured a waterfall of steam, visible and telling of the temperature. If there was anything that John Logan hated more than having to deal with a homicide is doing it on a cold, winters morning.

It was a short yet much needed weekend for Scoob and the gang, full of bright colourful days, and lit by the scorching sun. Luscious waves which were breaking close to shore and palm trees swaying side to side, as if waving to the fishermen who were pulling in their monster catches from the sea.

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.

"We should probably head into the jungle to look so then at least we won't be as vulnerable as we are out here in the open "commented Carlos "Alright then," agreed Shane "let's head out first thing in the morning, but until then we should try and get some sleep" As the four children wandered into the small cave Carlos had created, the sun seemed to dissolve over the horizon and disappeared for the night.

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

His eyes were squinting as they flickered open to see the bright hospital lights on the ceiling. Everything was blurry and all he saw was white. The monitor to his left began beeping faster as his heart started racing in panic. Faintly, he heard the nurse calling out his name, “Collin, Collin you’re okay…” her voice faded in and out, ”you’re safe now… you don’t have to worry.”