Short Story : The Story Of The Gifts

Verin watched a group of young soldiers grapple behind the mess tent. He split his time between checking on Fynta and offering pointers when one of the guys showed bad form. So far, comms were still offline to the group that had entered the temple, but Verin didn’t worry. Fynta was impossible to kill, and he had little stake in the others. Granted, he rather liked the Togruta. She’d fought well on Tython.

Lyron Levoy's short story, “Aaron’s Gift” starts when a kid Aaron who grows up in New York. He finds a bird with a broken wing, and saves it. It is mainly about Aaron's adventure with Pidge, and his Grandmother’s birthday. Throughout the story, Levoy reveals the theme of determination by answering the question, “What would you do for family?” The author demonstrates that Aaron was going to give his Grandmother for his birthday, and it explains the risks Aaron goes through to save his friend, Pidge.

"You don't really think that… 'threat' scares me." Graced with a serious expression, Loki leaned his chin against the back of his hand, resting his elbow on his knee as he scanned the agent. "No, you're not that daft."

They went through so much we couldn’t even image how much pain they went through. Some went through famine, drought, disease and through family lose. If you can help this kids by giving just a shoeboxes of joy to get their mind off their lost that could help them so much. That is way the book by Franklin Graham is called “A Story of Simple Gift.” It tells about how much a difference it could make just by a shoebox. These kids wait all year to see if they are going to get a shoebox. I believe that America can help more than what we are doing now.

She was starting to acknowledge how far down in her memory she'd covered her teenage years. Each and every birthday new years Christmas and even her first date was spent in her great tall tale books.Piled high on her old book rack was every affection story disaster and experience fable you could think. From Cinderella and Prince Charming to The Princess and the frog , Mel was a tall tale herself.When she was 6, she accepted she could fly simply like Peter Pan , so she bounced off the cooler and broke her arm, Ms Abby was upset to the point that day. Her face covered in these books with nothing better to do than acknowledge cite and reqoute each line she knew like the back of her hand. She even put on plays with her encourage kin for Ms Abby,

"You're here, aren't you? Might do well to remember humans aren't the only people." Spike wasn't sure why that jab among many hit his ear strange. His glare had little bite though, and she wasn't apologetic so much as annoyed by his attitude.

The demon studies the knife, unfazed by the near death experience, before throwing it back, aimed right at Jagger. I knock him to the ground, flinging my own body at his. Any other time, I wouldn’t risk my life for him, but right now, we’re not going to get out of this, unless we work together. I just need to make him realize that. I land on top of him and I see an absolute shocked expression him. Fear takes hold as he recognize what I told him before, is true.

The tall demon grinned. "Don't bother praying to your god, mortals. Unless you have an angel with you, you are far out of your league." He said with a devious smirk. Even as the forces of light charged him, time seemed to slow, as if the men were moving through a thick gel. The demonic figure was not slowed, however, and he seemed to shiver violently, throwing out an arm to either side. A thin, transparent copy of himself formed form either hand, then quickly solidified, mimicking his malicious amusement. As one, they all drew the black leather whips from their belts. The room filled with a cracking sound as those strands of shadow burst aflame, melting straight through the armor of the soldiers and casting them to the ground. The golden squadron was now lying on the ground, scorched and bloody, clearly defeated, if not dead.

We were sitting at our dinner table, going through the usual nightly routine. We say how we felt throughout the day. we can only express our feelings in one word, its one of the rules. I usually fight with my sister for who gets to go first, but today I just tell her to go. "Thank you, Jonas." I hear her say. I am just too worried to fight. Because all I've been thinking about is the ceremony of twelve.

“Things happen, people move on,” was all he said, solitude in his words. “Since only Interceptors show on Earth, they can no longer turn people. We Reapers have the ability, but not the need to.”

“You need to be more nice to your fellow objects.” Locker said in a strong, deep voice

“Fine by me,” said the sector guard. “However, first I’m going to have our director duel you instead.”

L walked over to Light, "Although you occasionally act like one, deep down, you're not even close."

Jonas was coming in for his first meeting with the Receiver of Memory. He was nervous at first, but then went inside of the first door. The secretary let Jonas in. Jonas was surprised by the locks on the door, but when the secretary explained it was to help keep the old Receiver of Memory concentrated, he felt relaxed.

In the story Aaron's Gift by Myron Levoy the theme is don't trust everything you see. The group he thought would be great and wanted his pigeon to be the mascot, turned out to be liars trying to kill the bird. One quote or evidence from the text is when Carl (the gang leader) said "Al light the fire." It shows that you can't trust anyone from there first impression, they might seem nice but they can be very bad.