Short Story Run Away By Jeniah Ugofsky

The note was 2 ½ pages long and was written from a notepad from their house. When she was found she had various wounds, duct tape over her mouth, garrote around her neck, and she was struck in the head which caused her to become unconscious (Conrad).

“A kind of fever seized him at the thought that he might lose her, the white youthful body might slip away from him!”(p. 92) This shows how he thinks she will be lost if he does not respond to the note.

Everything was taken from Lyla, her house, car, luxury because of loans and her irresponsibility. She stopped going to school and doing concerts. Her day and night were spent in search of the person who killed her parents. As usual, she went to the restaurant to eat a hamburger and discuss the issue but Sally wasn’t there. So she went to sally’s house, her guard opened the gate and told that she can wait inside, sally will be there in an hour. So, lyla sat there because she had to ask if she can help in finding the girl. As they were best friends so she went into her bedroom and sat in bed. She suddenly felt something under the pillow. It was sally’s journal. At first, lyla hesitated, but then she decided to read it, after all they are best friends and share everything. On the front page it was printed with bold marker:

"He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she has written him they were arranged by date in bundles tied with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened."

On July 20, 2017, at approximately 1507 hours, I responded to 1605 N John Young Parkway in reference to assisting Sgt. J. Ciola in making contact with Brandon Hiroshi Joseph (suspect). On July 19, 2017 at approximately 1545 hours, Sgt. J. Ciola attempted to conduct on a traffic stop on Brandon on Bill Beck Blvd, when he fled from him (see Sgt. J Ciola full report). Based on the aforementioned information Sgt. J. Ciola provided to me, Brandon was placed under arrest for Fleeing to elude with wanton disregard for the safety of the public under F.S.S. 316.1935(3)(a).

He figured it would make an interesting story to tell at the office, as well as “add a special interest and importance to his memorandum”. At first, he was cautious but steady. As he looked at the street below, with rushing cars and neon signs, he felt an intense pang of fear, from realizing just where he was. He trembled, and envisioned himself falling, his life flashing before his eyes. In his panic, he dumps his pockets into the street below, and thinks about his life, in regards to what he has in his pockets. “Contents of the Dead Man’s Pockets…a wasted life”.

Later, Clara wrote, "When I looked into a mirror, my face was the color of gunpowder, a deep blue". Clara always carried a small notebook in her skirt pocket. She wrote down the names of the dying men in it. She recorded their last messages for their families. And she shuddered at the sight of such suffering.

Mrs. Abbott began to describe her story and the purpose of the detectives’ invitations. Her husband, Mr. Abbott, was alive, but without thought or movement. Mr. Abbott,

Mary Sherry graduated from Dominican University with a degree in English and began to write articles during the raising of her family. Her love of writing mixed with her interest in education led to her founding and owning a small research and publishing firm in Minnesota. Sherry’s interests have also led her to teach creative and remedial writing to adults. Her pieces range from general subjects to those concerning spirituality, which have appeared on a multitude of different journals and news websites. Sherry has also written at least one book called The Spiritual Spa: Getting Away Without Going Away. Aside from her success as a writer, she has seen success with politics in her town of Burnsville, Minnesota, where she was elected to serve as a member of the Burnsville City Council in 2008 and 2012. After reading the piece, I wonder what made her want to write about the importance of flunking students that aren’t ready to move on to the next grade. I wonder if she was maybe influenced by her son’s own experience with the threat of being flunked, or if the inciting factor was something more general.

I trail behind as both police officers walk to the scene. Inside Sarah’s pocket was a neatly folded letter sealed in an envelope. It was addressed to me.

Her husband’s friend, Richards, remembering that Mrs. Mallard has heart trouble, tries to block her from the view of the door, in case she sees her husband and tries to make it so Mrs. Mallard doesn’t see him, in case it gave her heart trouble. They wanted to sit her down and explain to her what had happened and that there was a mistake in the telegram and that her husband was in fact, alive. But needless to say, Richards was too late and Mrs. Mallard saw her husband, alive and well and from all the back and forth emotions, she suffered from a heart attack and died.

“Junior!” Dee-rock screamed as he crawled over to his son and covered his body with his.

The next letter was from Private Farn. She’d hoped to hear from him since she’d been too tired find him before leaving Ord Mantell. It read:

The last paragraph can't be left without analysis; it's where a new mystery was revealed. It is the one thing the lawyer had discovered about Bartleby; the rumor that Bartleby once worked in the Dead Letter office, and was fired in an administrative shake-up. "Dead letters! Does it not sound like dead men? … On errands of life, these letters speed to death…" The lawyer wonders whether it was the lonely depressing job, reading letters meant for people now gone or dead, which drove Bartleby into his final stillness beneath a prison-yard tree

In Letter to a Funeral Parlor we read a letter written to a sir from someone who does not sign their last name. They only close the letter with yours sincerely. This paper will cover: the the content of the story, the argument of the narrator, as well what it reveals about the narrator and her family's grief. advantages of framing the story in this manner.