Short Story : ' The Fear Of Noise '

Coming from a lonely and abusive home Mary had to find happiness outside of her house. Her mom made a friend from their church and she happened to have a three month year old baby. Mary always occupied the Richardson’s by helping with baby Alyssa, while also distracting herself from reality. Meeting the Richardson’s ended up being Mary’s worst nightmare. One night the Richardson’s went out and asked Mary and her mother to watch Alyssa.

Charlie closes the door and flops on his bed.”God I hate this place.” He thinks. “The sink is leaky, the walls are too thin, and the heater is always being “fixed”. I get home from work late at night and the neighbor above me is always blaring music. I’ve only lived here a few weeks and im already at my wits end. I haven’t bothered to meet any of my neighbors save the one that i am constantly asking to turn down their music.” He looks up at the ceiling and sighs. Thats when he hears a strange noise at first he thinks it must be one of his neighbors televisions but then it gets louder and he recognizes it as the sound of someone crying. He leans his ear against the wall he thinks it coming from. The sounds he hears when he presses his ear to the wall nearly break his heart and he immediately feels the need to comfort, to say something.

In the book called Spilled Milk, it talks about a little girl her name is Brooke. She lives in New York with her dad, mom, bother, and sisters. Brooke has kept a secret. The secret was that she had been sexually abused by her father, from a young child to about the age of sixteen. The act of being sexually abused by her father is terrible. Brooke also, took more abuse in the effort to stop her father from abusing her siblings. All her life she knew something was off about her dad and didn’t understand why until she realized she was being abused. Brooke’s mother read Brooke’s journal about the problems that her and her siblings were having. She made a promise to Brooke to try to help.

She was a young girl. The tallest girl in size, but the smallest in feeling. Bre Watt had always been a very shy girl. She was never outgoing and often took to sticking by her mother’s side in new or public situations. She had friends, don’t get me wrong, but Bre had been going to the same school with the same people since PreSchool and communicating with them wasn’t that big of a feat. It was however a very big deal when no older sibling, friends, or parents were around for her to hide behind. When Bre’s mother found a new church in Agawam, the frightened, introverted rising fourth grader knew she was in for quite the daunting adventure.

They took a sharp turn over a some railroad tracks and the back door flew open. Jeannette rolled out of the car, she rolled many yards on the embankment. When she came to a stop, she was too shocked to cry and she all bloody and scraped up. She called herself a burden, and said they could do fine without her. When her family turned around and came screeching to a halt, her dad got out of the car, knelt down, and tried to give Jeannette

She had given this up. All of it. The path of the witches, she had decided, was not hers to take. Wielders of the gift were meant to maintain balance in a world of evil. But those same protectors had fallen prey to greed, pride and an overbearing lust for power. Bethany was raised on the stories of covens going to war and even siding with the monsters they had sworn to destroy. Beth had promised never to choose a side. And to fulfill her promise, she rid herself of her powers. So why was she here, staring at the tattered notebook that contained not only her history of witchcraft but also her magic? Pale, slender fingers flipped through the makeshift grimoire. The nightmares hadn’t stopped. They wouldn’t. Bethany was normally conscious enough to dream lucidly, but the dreams were spiraling out of control. She was aware of the old phrase, “if you die in your dreams you die for real”. That’s what frightened her. Every night she died. Her lack of magic made her vulnerable to attack. The identity of the attacker was unknown. But not

The rain got harder as Tina walked alone in tears. She missed her daughter Iris. Tina thought about all the good times they had together. She wondered why Iris had done that to herself. Iris was a skinny young girl who killed herself. Iris wa bullied at school for how far she was, so Iris decided to stop eating. Tina was walking in the rain. It had been a year since Iris was gone. She thought back to that day. Tina woke up and made herself some coffee. She nibbled on a muffin that she bought from the store yesterday. She took Iris to school and then went to work. Tina went throughout her day as usual, but what she didn’t know was that soon her daughter would take her own life. Iris got home and went up into her bedroom. Tina wouldn’t get home

When I was a little boy my mom, dad, and three little siblings lived in a in a small dimly lit cabin owned by a white man. He owned the endless fields and all of the sharecropper cabins upon it. My dad was one of the many sharecroppers who worked the land the white man owned. He rented the small plot of land in return for a portion of the crops we harvested to be given to the landowner. Our lives were hard; we worked in the fields and had very little to live on. We were poor, and to make it worse we were black.

Compassionate individuals are essential to the recovery of individuals who have experienced extreme trauma. In The Girl who Fell from the Sky, by Heidi Durrow, Drew, Aunt Loretta's fiance before her death was always a presence in Rachel’s life. After the death of Loretta, Rachel’s grandmother began drinking heavily, leaving Rachel on her own again. Drew stepped in and became a reliable parent figure for Rachel, helping her even though he was not fully aware of her situation, “ ‘And the blues-- it’s like that bottle... It’s full of those feelings that are in there, but beautiful and growing too.’

Bethany Hamilton, a thirteen year old girl, loses something special. After the terrifying shark attack, Bethany Hamilton demonstrated resilience by over coming the tragedy to achieve her surfing dream. Bethany was not ready to let her dream go down the drain. If Bethany wanted to end happily in her career then she was going to have to fight for it.

Hannah, a freshman in college, has had a life of asthma, major depression, and epilepsy. While on theatrical stage in her first college debut, Hannah collapses on stage in a seizure. After running tests on Hannah in the hospital, the doctor suggests that her lifelong health issues could possibly be because she is a survivor of abortion. This is the first time Hannah not only learns she’s an abortion survivor, but adopted too. In anguish and searching for answers, Hannah journeys with her friends to Mobile, Alabama in search of her birthmother. When Hannah first reconnects with her birthmother, Cindy, tracking her down at her work office, Cindy rejects her yet as again as she did at her failed abortion. Hannah finds herself asking God what to do in her situation.

Maddy gets stranded at a party with no one to call on but her sister Ella. Maddy called her sister at two o'clock in the morning whenever she begs and pleads for her to come and get her. Ella is hesitant because she doesn’t want her parents

She showed that she can overcome. Bethany Hamilton was able to overcome the devastating event at thirteen. So some kids would just sob and give up. An example is that Bethany was able to get back to normal life in less than a month after the attack.

After a few setbacks, Colton has a miraculous recovery. The family is celebrating his life as they drive to visit relatives a few months after his recovery. He begins to make some strange statements, and the family eventually realizes that the boy had been given a glimpse of heaven while he was in surgery. At first the parents can 't believe it, but as time passes, he continued telling them things about Jesus, God, and heaven that he couldn 't possibly have known at his young age. He describes the heavenly thrones, the triune God, and angels. Colton says he met a sister he never knew he had. It

This pseudo-phobia of mine reached its peak when I was approximately 13-years-old; I sauntered into the foyer of the recreation center where I spent my summers, ready to chatter about whatever mundane topics I felt direly needed to be discussed. Instead of the typical image of gleeful children prancing around with their newly greeted friends, I saw a mother wailing, begging Ms. Yolanda, the director of the center, to accept a deferred payment for that day’s field trip to the local baseball