Short Story : The Day's Life

Hello, welcome back with another and only post by Adam. So Yesterday I went home from school and my parents were at home too because they off from work that day. After, I went home and change into my wrestling stuff, my parents take me to Cudahy. My match against Jacob N and and he's on my weight class, but he way bigger than me. The score was 18- 5 and I though is gonna be hard for to win against him, but I know I will try my best to win the match. I win all my match since when the wrestling season

How far will one go to protect the ones he loves? To him his intentions are good, but others see no good in what he is doing. Clover, also known as Colin has always been trying to live up to his mother’s expectations. After his mother’s death, he becomes obsessed with the idea of a perfect family. He constantly feels that his mother is judging him through his mind. He was convinced that his mother could communicated with him even though she is dead. If she wanted him to do something he did it without hesitation. “I can be good enough. I'm as strong as Mother. No, I'm stronger. I am a stronger person, and I will not fail. I. Will. Not. Fail.” (215). He always felt that he wasn’t good enough so he kidnapped young girls to prove he was. He did

Hannelore brought several questions to Chandler’s attention. “What’s the status on the Young Christian Health Society? Anything new regarding the Conspiracy’s plot to design new weaponry? Do you know if Underground Intelligence is selling Anomalies in this Diocese?”

Ray Karner was a 35 year old man who shovels dead bodies into furnaces. He was the type of person who loved memories. Anything he thought was meaningful, he immediately jotted down in his diary. He had a daughter and a wife who he loved dearly. Many memories of them took up about half of his small pocket book. One after another, great days would pass by. But later he soon came to realize that things don’t always seem the way you want them to be.

“I’ll check their guard post one more time. Maybe they had to take a bathroom break or get some fruit, but I’ll find them.”

I came home from school just like any other day. It was around the end of the fourth grade and I was very exited for summer to be here! I noticed an unusual box sitting in the corner of the room but I paid it no attention as a rambled on to my mom, what I thought was a sectaculer day! Later my dad called my sister and I to the kitchen table to talk. The first thing that crossed my mind was, “oh Lord, what have we done now?” Instead, my dad pointed at the box in the corner. He told us to go look inside and tell him if we recognized where the things were from. As I look down into the box, I recognize the pictures of my family and the past fathers day gifts my sister or I had given my dad over the years that he always had sitting on his desk at

"Let's head back to the road. A cold ale and a warm hearth await us in Northpoint," he said using his staff to leverage himself up the slope. "Mayhap, we will find some clues amongst the town folk."

There was nothing left anymore. The once vivacious city laid in shambles. Rows of concrete, gravel streets, and deserted souls engrossed the city. After the tremors and separation, the Others thought the ocean had swallowed us. Little did they know, we were thriving on our own. Then, they uncovered us. In order to stay hidden, we resorted to doing cyclic jobs in dark blocks of dirt walls. We could not longer escape the four perimeters of our lives: those four walls.

“Someone has to bring these men to justice, and this town could use some of its money back... I also reckon there will be enough for reward if you help me.” Imala eyed the man.

In the book Legend there are a lot of problems with poverty. For example in the book Day’s family barely have any money to feed them then Eden gets the Plague and it costs even more money to get the antidote. The government does not like poor people in the sectors. Now the government is putting the plague in the meat so they buy the plague so the government gets the money and the poor people lose money. As you can see from this short paragraph the poor people suffer from not having enough money.

“Nobody has ever survived a mission to the inside. What makes you think we can manage it this time?”

Day 20. Hell is the way of living after being in this battle ,and what i have seen after these twenty days has changed my life forever. We have managed to take the village about 10 miles out of normandy after fighting for 2 days taking out a small german armoured division consisting of panzer 4s and about 20 infantry. This battle was one of the worst, hitler's buzzsaw or the mg42 blew my cousins jacobs limbs away, I had to watch him die. I know I could not do anything or else I was going to be ripped up. Thankfully we were able to call in airsupport i remember hearing the stupid grouts yelling ¨ Es ist der Jugg laufen!!¨.

Today I can finally see my surroundings even sometimes my mother's eyes. Just 35 days ago I couldn't do anything. I ate, slept, slept some more, woke up and ate again.. I sleep day in and day out in my mom's pouch. It's very warm and cozy I have a lot of time to think and develop. I spend many hours or even a day in total darkness. Every once in awhile I’ll come out of mom’s pouch. I feel the bright sun on my fur, and smells that come from the forests. I love seeing the new surroundings every day. I hate being in the dark cramped space. Mom tells me I’m very different than her other children. I still don't know if that means or if it's even good or bad. My nose is just starting to come through. Mommy says I look a lot like my father. Which I wouldn’t know because he left right after mating with mom. I still am very tiny though, but it's a long process.

The voice in my head, normally so calm and controlled, was screaming at me to run. That was exactly what was going through my five year old mind when I walked around the hallway corner to see my mother being beat to her death by my biological father, Brax Magnus. As I tried so hard to stay and defend my mom, I could not help but panic and so I ran. I ran so far until I seen a small gas station. I went inside to find a phone, but realized I did not know who to call. The cashier, seeing that I was crying and looked panic, walked over to me.

The story is set in the town of Lawless, Illinois during Prohibition era, where brewed liquor dominates the black market. Angelo Lagusa, a young man whose family was murdered in a mafia dispute, seeks revenge against the Vanetti Family and its don, Vincent Vanetti. Seven years after the murder, Angelo receives an anonymous letter from a self-proclaimed friend of his father's, prompting him to return to Lawless and exact his revenge.