Short Story

The dark sky, filled with angry, swirling clouds, reflected Geoffrey Henderson’s mood as he sat at the table. His mother’s voice came to him again lecturing him endlessly about his poor efforts in science.

Have you ever wondered who influenced modern day writers to explore different styles of writing? The Authors from The Lost Generation were the creators of modern literature. Post World War 1 emerged a new way of thinking. That new way of thinking came from the men and women that served in the war, they were quickly referred to as The Lost Generation. An area heavily influenced by The Lost Generation was literature. F. Scott Fitzgerald was one author that came out of The Lost Generation and reached pinnacle heights. Best known for illustrating his crazy and wild party life into best selling books. Fitzgerald was able to capture the 1920s like no other. His unique writing style influenced those around him. Being a product of The Lost Generation,

In relation to the Irony of America, Americans measured happiness by the increase in the standard of living and established that living standard is the final norm to what makes a “good life.” Being wealthy and being able to share the wealth with others stems from your personal morals and values. Do you choose to share? Do you wish to keep it to yourself? People born and brought up in different ways that highlight different values. Perhaps someone who didn’t share the same thought as someone who wishes to share wealth with others instead to consume it for themselves, they aren’t essentially a bad person; they just supported the notion that was correct. How you were brought up affects who you are a person. Our prosperity actually frustrates us,

He struggled to find comfort for his back, and couldn’t help wincing. He heaved a sigh of agony and placed his head on the pillow, lied on his back, rather uncomfortably, closed his beady eyes and speechlessly waited for that moment to arrive. Heavy footsteps ware approaching. Their shoes clap rhythmically on the floor.

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

This time the silence seemed too much for her. Instead of the peaceful joy she had approached the morning with, she felt the gulf of grief again. As she watched the man return, she knew he had questions and she would have to answer them.

It was in the early morning. Birds flew across the early morning sky. The sound of an engine broke the early morning stillness. It drove up to a big, tall, dull gray building and stood idle at the entrance as a young boy walked out. He entered the building and walked into the only room that was open, the doctor’s office.

It has been a long 2 years for me. After Johnny and Dally died, nothing has been the same in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I guess I was right, we could get along without anybody but Johnny. The whole gang began getting in arguments about every little thing. That caused the gang to part ways. Steve and Sodapop found a better job that they could both work at in Oklahoma City a few months ago. Two-Bit just left town one day after one of the arguments and we haven’t seen him since. Darry is the only thing in this town that hasn’t changed. He still is a roofer and pays the taxes and bills. Cherry kept trying to talk to us greaser but I was the only one who actually talked to her. She stopped talking to me after a few months anyway. She went off to college

In Tibetan, there is a saying, “tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.” Her entire life flashed before her eyes as she watched another vehicle ram into the side of the car she was in. What happened? How did she end up in this situation? Why was this happening to her? All of these questions ran through her head as she woke up in her brother’s lap in shock from the impact. Leading up to this moment shocked her most of all, knowing her life could have been taken away in a matter of 2 seconds made her realize life was a precious thing and she should never take it for granted. What hurt her the most was her brother was the reason why they were involved in this life changing moment in the first place.

Roughly eighteen minutes had passed since Payne left his apartment, and he already wanted to go home.

The world ended in World War II. Not many survived except for the Ten. They created what we are living in now. A society of happiness and love. Come to Community.” Said Andrew as he standing in front of over two hundred people in a overrun, machine-looking cafeteria. Lined with doors which led to rooms. Specifically two people to a room. Andrew’s smile dropped as he walked offstage. “Mom, so what's the plan for today?” Andrew asked his mom, who just so happens to be number Two of the Ten. “Today you get to come with us to the Tory. The Tory was the place where they performed the surgeries to make the people better.

But the breathtaking landscape below strips away any guilt. A rushing kaleidoscope of color and life, the vivid greens of the trees, the blue swirls of the lakes, and the turbulent whites of the river rapids balance and contrast to paint the perfect picture. The crisp mountain air madly whistling past welcomes me in its breezy embrace. The scents and sounds rising from the unspoiled forest seduces and tempts. I wish that I had come sooner. She was right: this could be the most beautiful place on Earth.

But you’re going to fall, not because you can’t start again, but because we all do. Humans aren’t much more than maladjusted bipeds in the end. The problem is what you’re going to want to do when you fall again. You’re going to think about returning to the rat hole because it’s easier believing everyone and everything are out to get you that than happiness really exists. Sometimes the darkness just gets comfortable. Not because it is, mind you, but because it’s familiar. When you get to that point, before you start feeding little pieces of yourself to the rats, write me a letter.”

If I was going to be invisible for one day. I would go out in a person's house and start to make things in the there house., I would go and do him because it would look like it was moving by itself. When I do this, they are going to start wondering if they put that there. When I start doing that, i would do it for a bit and start to freak them out a little. When they start to get freaked out, i would start and put dolls in a box and put it on their porch and knock on the door and wait till they take it inside.

The embers in the fire-pit glowed in Asmund’s deep, brown eyes. He stared into the flames as a calm aura washed across him; he knew they were coming for him. Yet the seasoned warrior’s heart knew no fear, only honour. Either victory or Valhalla awaited him and both promised glory.