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.

“What?”. “ I mean why did you want me to stay?” I answered. I just thought you had more left in you, and I think there still is.” he responded as he walked away.

“I hope you are a better listener when I explain what job I have for you.” He added. “It’s clear you are better than the rest of us, rich boy and all that. But, in here your life is in my hands. If I say the word, you’re dead. If I don’t say anything, you will sign your own death warrant sooner than later.”

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

Once again, his words were met with a desolate silence, and fearing he had said the wrong thing, he started to apologize, but Tom’s soft voice cut him off. “I just wanna go home.”

He turned his head slowly and began to tear up, “When I was working on the farm, I was living a dream. Everyday I would wake up with a smile and feel proud of myself for doing something I loved. Now that I am here I realize that I’m not as successful as I had thought.”

Estevan: “I’m sorry but we’ll have to make due with this. I had to quit my job today because we have to leave.”

As an individual in a world of seven billion other people, there is a constant struggle with individualism and the pressure to stay within the boundaries set by others. The influence of a family, a small group, can influence an individual to make choices that are not favorable to them. In pieces of art such as Breaking Bad, “The Rocking-Horse Winner”, and The Metamorphosis expresses how an individual is compelled to make sacrifices based of familial obligations. Breaking Bad follows the life of a middle-class chemistry teacher, Walter White, who is diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. Because of the cancer, Walt resorts to the production of methamphetamine as a means to supply money for his family when he dies.

We are very thankful that you gave us the opportunity to work in this business. Unfortunately, due to many complicated circumstances, we could not continue to pay for this salon. Here are a few of the reasons why we want to break this agreement.

“What is upsetting you right now? What do you feel is true or important that isn’t getting across? To resolve this I want to really understand how you feel.”

"I know is not you, but there is nothing more that I can do" his shoulders locked and with a frown in the face "You are getting the full severance package, that means no debt and something to keep you going" said picking the tablet "Everyone knows it's not you", passing the tablet to Atlas "It was quite hard to get this deal for you so take it" hinting at the tablet with his eyes and a sorry smile.

I can't have you here scaring of customers anymore. You're fired!" His raspy voice held no pity, as he lit another cigar.

I punched the security code into the keypad outside of the hospice and memory care facility I had been volunteering at for the past few weeks. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day out. After hearing the click and beep allowing me to the enter the building, I opened the door as cold air rushed at my face and the familiar sterile smell invaded my senses. I walked around building to the room housing one of the residents with Alzheimer’s disease I worked with every day, Mabel.

“I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.”