Short Story : The Story Of The West

After giving them more than enough time to wallow, Miles strides into Bass’ tent to find fewer bottles than he expected and a piece of paper on the table.

Jolie tried her hardest to remain quiet as she entered the dark, musty basement that smelt like dead animals. The music played loudly, which masked the creaks of the stairs she stepped on. She gripped the broom tightly in her hand. Jolie squinted her eyes around to make out anything that made the music turn on or the loud crashes. Her eyes rested on a man and she tried her hardest not to panic. She quickly, but quietly turned around and walked up the stairs trying to remain calm all the while. When the man started humming along with the violin music she began to cry; she didn’t want to cry. Jolie gripped the railing and the broom slipped from her hand and fell down the stairs. The man jerked around made eye contact with her. He was frowning and then a devilish smirk appeared. She let out the scream she had been holding in for what seemed like forever. Jolie

Taking off the dog tag she was playing with, Miles dropped the chain over her head. “I love you, Charlie,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss against her cheek and handing her up to Duncan.

Bass threaded his hands through her hair as he licked her lips. “Always,” he answered, rolling them over. Pulling a leg up over his hip, Bass thrust up inside her, causing Charlie to cry out as she arched her back, offering up her breasts to his mouth. Bass swirled his tongue around her pink, pebbled nipples before tugging gently at them with his teeth. Shifting, he settled more squarely between her thighs, grabbing hold of her knees pushing them

Purple bruises were scattered across her frail wrist like grotesque, swollen beetles. Her knee jutted out awkwardly to her side. Her bleeding, cracked lips were shrunken to a tiny buttonhole. Her tongue stuck out between her teeth like a piece of rubber. Her eyelids fluttered feebly as she lay there - defeated, defenseless, and desolate. Her chest heaved up and down, as her lungs fought for breath – she was barely alive. A caked, muddy trail of shoeprints followed him out the door. He had gotten away again. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. My throat swelled up as my steely resolve began to dissolve. Grief shook my shoulders like an inner earthquake, the world around me crashing down. A nauseating mixture of relief and horror clenched tightly onto my loins – like when you finally stop an itch, only to realize that you’ve ripped a hole in your

Miles sighed, reaching out to wrap his arms around the other man, pulling him close. “You’ve been in pain, Bass. We all know that. But instead of pulling us close, you’ve been pushing us away. We love you. Please let us help you.” he begged.

She hobbled a few steps closer to the door. "Ben came back after we had left." Her voice was soaked in concern. "He must have kicked in the front door." Her voice trembled with every spoken word, tears filled eyes illustrated her fear. "That means—." She moved closer to the door and cupped her mouth.

"You wouldn't have to be in so much pain if you'd just say what I want to hear Danny!" She mocked the convulsing body. Danny stared at her unable to speak, the drugs and pain that circled his body made it hard for him to speak. He couldn't even think.

room and his family sees what hes become they start to panic: ""Help, for pity's sake, Help!" The way she held her head suggested she

Threaded by a sickening chill, she raced to the cabin, stumbled inside, slammed and bolted the door. Realizing sobs filling the air came from her, she clamped a hand over her mouth. Trapped in a web of horrific memories, she stood frozen, pressed against the door. She needed to regain control of her pounding heart.

When he came to Bass blinked heavily trying to make out the silhouette in the darkening

The continuous sound of running water drifted through the crack under the door, its hypnotic rhythm fueling Booker’s anxiety. “I’M COMING IN!” he warned, and pressing down on the handle, he rammed his shoulder into the door. The wooden frame splintered under the full force of his weight, and with a crash, he burst into the bathroom.

Sam Shepherd’s True West is one of the most thought provoking plays I have had the pleasure reading. Over the corse of this play these two main characters go through some of the most interesting and unique character growth that has ever been written in theatrical medium. Lee, the older brother, and Austin, the younger brother, are placed in a situation, in this play, where they really must confront their differences. The only thing that keeps them from strangling each other immediately happens to be the many similarities they share. These brothers are, in many ways, the anthesis of one another, Lee is strong and troubled where as Austin is sensitive and generally successful. The similarities and differences between these brothers are no more

"Run." He demanded, and she did run, as fast as she could without looking back. When she was miles away, she came to a stop and lowered her head. It was the last time she would ever see James, now she was utterly

Mouth hanging open at her appearance, Bass stumbled backwards as Charlie threw herself at him. Stunned, he slowly wrapped his arms around her as she began to