Short Story : The Story Of The Night '

Both Legion and Gabe looked over at the sound of Shanice’s cry. The archangel was inches away from the demon and as the demon made a move for the ascension key, Gabe attacked. His holy battle furry kicked in as he materialized his halo, toss and threw at the demon. It managed to successfully slice through Legion’s left shoulder. The demon spun around slowly, angered beyond measure, as sparks flew out of the wound.Gabe was on him in seconds, summoning every bit of strength he had left to prevent Legion

There is an old house down the road from where I live, people tell spooky stories about it all the time. But no one has ever been dumb enough to actually go to the house and confirm the stories and I don't blame them. The house is estimated to be about 150 years old or that's at least what everybody says so who knows it may be even older than that. During all these stories being told mostly every time an old man of some sorts mostly called crazy and a maniac is mentioned. The old man supposedly louers

hands as her elbows rested on the table top. Alayna shrugged, turning to face the instigator of their current conversation, “What are you implying, Ashara?” “Oh, nothing, just the fact that you and my brother spent some quality time together last night.” Ashara revealed, smugly with a flick of her wrist, “In your tent.” A surprised grin grew on Elia’s lips as she made eye contact with Alayna, “Did you?” “Yes,” Fighting to hold back the telling flush on her cheeks, Alayna gave up the game and admitted

they'll change their minds when I tell them the story of the 'Walrus and the Carpenter'." He suggested. Xion began pulling her keyblade from the ground. "That...That doesn't make any sense!" "Ahem! 'The Walrus and The Carpenter' or 'The Story of the Sad Oysters' ..." The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought

1. The genre of this story is a fairy tale. It soundly fits the criteria of a fairytale but could also fall into a few other categories. This story could be considered a fiction, and a short story. 2. The exposition of this story begins with the explanation of the twelve daughters and the king's orders. The exposition explains the problem that must be solved, this problem being the twelve daughters worn out shoes form dancing; “but every morning their shoes were found to be quite worn through as

The sound a door slamming open was what caused Magnus to wake from his fitful sleep, his whole body was stiff and sore from sleeping on the ground. Upon turning to face the bars his eyes widened at the sight of two circle members opening Alec’s cell “Lightwood, get up” One of the circle members demanded, Alec frowned and remained in his position on the floor. The other circle member growled before he reached down and slapped Alec harshly across the face causing Magnus to jump in surprise “Hey

Ext. Garage-night With the Kwik n' Go bag in hand, Mal circles around to the back of his car and sets his drinking materials down on the trunk. Mal twists off the cap of the cheap wine he's bought, sets down two Solo cups and pours the wine. After both drinks have been poured Mal sets the bottle on the top of the trunk and takes off his jacket. However, something in his jacket RATTLES. Curious to see what it was he put in there, Mal opens up the pocket and removes a bottle of pills. Mal holds

No such thing as sleep in middle school It’s nine o’clock at night and Ashley is finishing up homework and goes to bed. The next morning she has to get up at six ‘o 'clock to go to school. Courtney comes in Ashley 's room and tries to wake her up. Courtney comes in and tries to wake her up again and after going back and forth many times Ashley finally got up. Ashley did what she does every morning and gets in the car. Ashley slothy goes to the car as Courtney followed behind her. They got in the

walked away into the dark stormy night. “Ok, that seems very specific, but that doesn’t matter, I just need to go home and get some sleep, it’s 3:00 AM.” Jimmy lazily called back to Timmy as he continued walking off into the night. “Well then Bye.” “See you tomorrow,” Jimmy called into the night as his voice faded away. The next morning Timmy watches the local news station waiting for something interesting to spark the Sunday morning. Timmy noticed that there was a story of someone was dead in the

It is finally night time, my feeding period. For the past few days I have been stealing food without anyone knowing. When no one took responsibility, I blamed it on the rats. I tiptoed quietly down the stairs, and into the main room. I have to be extremely quiet because this is where Mr. and Mrs. Frank and Margot sleep. I make my way to the food safe, light a match, and then cautiously open the food safe. I take out a loaf of bread, and close the safe. My heart stopped. Mrs. Frank was rustling around