Short Story: The Night Of The Fire

Have you ever wondered if the structure of an article can impact its meaning? The fictional story “The Gift Of Fire” examines as a rebellious titan named Prometheus rebels against the greek gods and provides people with fire. The realistic fiction story “A Very Unpleasant Night” explores as the narrator of the story puts himself in an uncomfortable situation to help out himself and his friends. The structures of “The Gift Of Fire” and “A Very Unpleasant Night” contribute to their meaning, although they have important, noticeable differences.

I am a gunsmith within the growing city of Boston along the eastern most coastline. I have seen this county growing for some 50 years now. The decision of the Louisiana Purchase in 1803 has spawned more migration westward, allowing for population growth inclusive of the entire country, while at the same time population dispersion. Thanks to this growth business has been flourishing, so for the most part I’m happy but the court thinkers have been taking control in congress and I fear their ideas do not align with mine.

One caliginous night, in the streets of New Orleans, walked a woman who went by the name, Elizabeth. Elizabeth was a 24 year old in which her body was being possessed by a demon called Lucifer. Lucifer made Elizabeth see what he saw. Every single unpropitious action Lucifer made her do. That night, Lucifer decided to grab a meal. He really fancied Elizabeth’s neighbor, Janis. So Lucifer invited Janis over to her apartment. Elizabeth and Janis were supposed to enjoy dinner together. Janis on the other hand did not realize she was the dinner. Elizabeth remembered that night as if it just happened yesterday. She remembers ripping out Janis’ emitting beating heart. Looking straight into Janis’ artic, annihilation eyes as the life drained out of

Forenote: I have little experience in nature and so this work will be entirely fictitious and feature fictitious characters, and takes place in a fictitious world

In their group they had themselves in a certain position Jimmy was the angel in the group, Dean was the Jokester, and sam was the rebel. They found out Sam’s roul when Dean and Jimmy went to the beach Sam was supposed

Davy and Sally have been married for twelve years. They have three kids, the first two are boys and the last is a girl. They are named Asher, Oliver, and Diana, by their grandparents. They are wonderful kids who are just like their parents. But some might say, “Well not when they were kids.”

Hurry up grab the kids we need to get out there’s no time to save ANYTHING!! June 20, 1666 it was the day that I have lost something so valuable to me. The day was going good with my family like any other day. As the sun goes down we go in the house to get ready for bed. For a second I felt like something was going to happen. As I go to sleep like another night, I wake up to the screams of my name “ MICHAEL! “ “ MICHAEL! “ and the screams of “ FIRE! “. I was frightened of what was happening. I had to get up and I said” hurry up grab the kids we need to get out there’s no time to save anything” as we run outside screaming “HURRY HURRY!!”. I started to tear up as I stood there watching the house get consumed of

As an exercise instructor I often have to find creative devices to cajole my students to comprehend the complex movements in Pilates, therefore I too admired the clever ruse employed by the Man in the Parable of the Burning House( Strong148). However, I had a slightly different impression of the Parable of the Burning House then you did. While you saw the use of upaya in the story, (when the man employs skillful means in the form of a white lie to entice the boys out of the burning house) I saw the entire thing as a metaphor for the Mahayanaist view of Bodhisattva and samsara. For instance, in Mahayana Buddhism, the Bodhisattva is called upon to remain in the earthly realms until all beings have been enlightened and are free from suffering.

Gauging the relaxed, calm posture of the prince, Ramses waved at the empty space in front of him. "Didn't you kill him?"

Every day there seems to be a new invention stealing human interest. Some people say humanity is at it’s peak. Many others disagree with this notion. The short stories, “Bears Discover Fire by Terry Bison, and “The Rememberer” by Aimee Bender deal with this idea of evolution and humanity. Both of these stories, support the idea that humans have evolved past humanity. There are characters who are directly affected by the repercussions of over-evolution. Throughout “Bears Discover Fire” and “The Rememberer,” the characters explore the tipping point of humanity.

Sirens start to yell, people are screaming, a fire has begun and my brother and mum are trapped. My mum starts to scream “Help me, help me,” but let’s go back to how it all began. As a kid, you must be curious, but for my brother, his curiosity got the best of him and it was not pretty. I think you can guess what happened next. Ding ding ding! If your guess has to do with matches, you are correct.

I tied my boat off and started to climb the cliffs. I knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still I climbed. When I was young, my mother told me stories about men who ran away and never returned. I was now living the story. I was banished from the city for getting caught visiting my sister, who was in jail for stealing more food than her daily share. Every citizen in the city receives portions for meals based on their age, height, and weight. I was sentenced to living in a secluded area, where I would not be able to interact with anyone. As soon as I was lead to my new home, I ran away from the officers. I was able to outrun them. I had been waiting for this day to come. I have not stopped running ever since. Sometimes during the night I can hear the search planes trying to find me. It has been only a month since I left, but I feel so free.

She smelled the ashes before she heard the screams fill the building. Burning red flames quickly spread all throughout the library. The fire caught on to all the books and burned across the shelves. As the fire alarms sounded, the the people trampled and pushed each other out the door. Dashing out of the building in a panic, everyone selfishly ran for their lives.

Thunder roared outside the safety of the house. Lightning blinded. I looked around for Sylvanas and the others. The rain pattered as I walked down into the compound. The whole place is a military base for the Alliance with soldiers lining the walls, Not armed with guns, but with swords, polearms, staves, and other magical weapons. We are not the average union, but a rather a united army under a king.

WITHOUT, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.