Short Story Report

After months and months of preparing for the big race, the day has finally come. It was a perfect summer day, when Ronald Raptor and his friends Tiffany, Travis, and Barbra strolled up to the Blaze’n Race’n Track. Someone else was walking up too, a ginormous, mean, green, dinosaur named Tyrone the T-rex. Just a glance in his direction makes the hairs on the back of your neck spike up, but he was jealous of Ronald. To sum it up, Ronald wins at life, he has friends , he’s cool, and he beats Tyrone every year. “But, this year would be different” Tyrone thought with a evil smirk on his face, “I have a plan”. Interrupting Tyrone’s mastermind plot was Ronald’s laugh, making him remember how lonely he was, but nevermind that. It was time to start.

On 04/14/2016 at 2315 hours your Affiant was dispatched to 109 E. Center St. Apartment Upper for an overdose. Upon arriving on scene EMS was tending to the overdose patient. Your Affiant spoke with a female in the apartment who identified herself as Tiara Pleva while Stamets spoke with the male who lived in the apartment Aaron Campbell. Pleva stated Conrad shot up with heroin. Your Affiant asked where the heroin if any left and empty baggies are, and needle Conrad used. Pleva stated she does not know where any of the stuff is.

It had been almost three months since the incident, and ever since then, I found no reason to live. I tried jumping off the balcony to cope with my loss, but my neighbor saw me, and he called the police. When my neighbor reported me, the police officer encouraged me to meet a therapist. Nowadays, I struggle to wake myself up in the morning, so I have to rely on Summer’s cries to wake me up. When I used to work, I would always be enthusiastic, but because of my drinking problem, I got caught in a fight that ended up with me losing my

“Compare/contrast Faulkner’s ‘Dry September’ with ‘A rose for Emily’ in terms of writing style and character presentation.”

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

“Of course they aren’t helping,” Adia groaned, slamming the door to Heron’s Hideaway shut. It was our last midnight patrol for the week of camp, and it was supposed to be easy. But how was cleaning an entire building with just the two of us easy?

THE WOODS APPEARED completely and utterly empty. Climbing up onto one of the guard platforms beside Bellamy and Clarke, there was nothing that she could visibly spot hiding between the trees. Both her and Bellamy searched for anyone in the scopes of their weapons, but there was nothing.

“Well look,” said Sophie. “You have..what? Like 7 more months left in this place? Trust me, it’ll be over before you know it. “I hope so..”, I told her before leaving for my cell. There I laid on my pillow. I thought that maybe if I could wean myself off of heroine, my time here might not be so miserable. But who am I kidding? Even I didn’t believe that. It’s the only thing that keeps me near sane. I heard hard, rubber boots hit the ground, coming towards my cell. It was C.O. Wright. “Supply closet, now.”, he commanded. I got off my feet and headed there. I waited for around 3 minutes, touching the towels used for cleaning that were of a much better quality than the towels we were granted to clean ourselves with. I saw the door handle open. C.O. Wright stepped in and and went into his boxers to pull out a little baggie of heroin, just for me. I reach and he pulls back. “Now we’ve been doing this way too long for you to expect me to give this to you upfront. You know the fucking routine, Anderson.” I say nothing and nod as I take my clothes of for another half hour of shame. “7 ½ more months”, I think to myself as he lies his sweaty body on top of

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

"Yes, I do!" Dad shouts back. I barge into the room to see mom with blood coming from her temple and nose, along with sprinkled on her delicate features. He raises his hand just as I push him away from mom. His eyes turn into an icy glare and his face flushes red with rage. Dad pushes past me as he pins mom to the floor and raises his fist but pauses.

You growled and lashed out at the boy who stood in front of you with a knife wielded in their hand. The person simply dodged and kicked in the back of your legs,making you fall back onto the muddy grass that you were training on.

They had all been here weeks longer than me. I would later find out later that this prison could hold up to ten of us and still be semi-comfortable. Mike, Bridget. Greg and Brad all kept their distance from me, but Steve took more of an interest. He kind of showed me the ropes and how to survive this place with my sanity somewhat intact. He was just past his prime. I wasn’t exactly sure how old he was, but it didn’t seem important at the time. In the three short weeks I knew him, he became a good friend and mentor. I’m sure if we had more time I would have eventually looked up to him as a father figure, possibly in place of the father I never had. I started to really care for him even though he cautioned me against caring about anyone in this prison. At the start of my third week here Steve started to become sluggish and talk less, and the others started to distance themselves from him. I’m not sure who muttered it first, but they would look at Steve and mutter, “…three months…” I didn’t leave his side, but I started to worry, by the end of the week he could hardly move or talk. I was worried to death, but I didn’t know what to do. When I went to bed that night I didn’t think I would sleep a wink, but I fell into a deep almost drugged sleep and when I woke up the next day Steve had disappeared. I panicked and woke the others. The others shared a look and then Bridget stepped forward and said, “That’s what happens here. The rest of us go to sleep and then we wake up and sometimes someone is missing. We think that the monsters, drug us and take them. We aren’t exactly sure what happens after they disappear, but we never see them again.” After that I learned my lesson. Never get close to

I saw beautiful, white smiles across the room. There were couples kissing and others counting down as the senseless crystal sphere in New York slid down a giant metal pole. With red wine for Grandma and sparkling grape juice for the younglings, a joyful celebration began. This was a new beginning for some, and for others, a continuation of what came before. Regardless, the community of friends and family laughed and rejoiced together as one.

Then faster than any of us could blink, he’s in front of Jeen with a hand through her chest and out her back. His fingers squeeze a chunk of spine as she gasps and drowns in her own blood. He tosses her as if a broken rag doll. She bounces once, blood splashing into my face as she lands at my feet, dead.

We wait and wait for about another hour or so. Henry still hasn’t returned and we are starting to get worried. I look over at Bertie to see how he was doing. He looked bad, he had cut his face next his noes on his cheek while we were running out of there, and the blood had dried on his cold face. He honestly looked like crap. He looked worried, cold, hungry, and pale. I wasn't in the greatest shape myself. I was terrified at, whatever that thing was. It was grey and left this, goo trail behind it as it walked.