Short Writing : A Short Story

Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke 's meeting dealt mainly with the issues that could stabilize the economy after the great recession. After creating a number of policies to fight the 2008 crisis, Chairman 's move to further reduce Quantitative Easing was a bit of a disappointment. The Fed will reduce its purchases of long-term Treasuries and mortgage-backed securities by another $10 billion a month. Apart from this, Fed is going to concentrate on maximizing employment rates, stabilizing prices and interest rates.

A passion is something that makes you drive forward in life, but not something you want or that you are trying to get. In the novel The Contender by Robert Lipsyte, there is a high school dropout who does not know what he is going to do with his life while everyone around him is either reaching their goals or slowly dying. In The Contender people without a passion seem to die off and it is the same about people with bad passions. The high school dropout, Alfred is very lost and does not know what to do in life. Alfred’s best friend James is also a dropout and later on in the book a drug addict. Major, a drug dealer tries to pull down Alfred, his only passion is drugs and money. In the context of The Contender people with a

The sound of the door closing snapped the red head out of her thoughts. The girl looked up to see her little brother crying. "Liam what's wrong?" Her, usual, soft voice cracking.

“Both your Mother and I want you to follow your heart. Let it lead you through the dark times...and the good, but don’t forget to use your head.” Gray watched as the wolves slowly disappeared right in front of her eyes.

Going into Social work I had a brief idea of what was entailed to be an excellent social worker. After having known people to have awful experiences, myself included, and those who had great experiences, I came into Social Work with High hopes that I will be the best I can be. However, after two social worker practicums, jobs in the field, and graduating with a social worker diploma, I have discovered that a competent and professional social is much more complex, and challenging (I want a more positive word here) to achieve then I originally thought. What I am learning, is that being a professional and competent social worker requires not only the skills and techniques that are learned through education, but the ability to use theses skill

In the woods when the sun was just starting to set, there was a van driving on a long-abandoned road, behind the wheel of said van was a tired looking girl who seemed to be about 19. She took a sip of the long cold coffee, and turned to the turquoise haired girl sitting next to her.

“We’re going to try and slip him through the forest.” He hurried toward the door. “See to your mother and sister.”

Sergeant Morse was pulling night duty in the orderly room when a woman called, asking for Billy Hart. He told her that Specialist Hart had shipped out for Iraq a week earlier. She said, “Billy Hart? You sure? He never said a word about shipping out.”

September 24, Toby Rogers and his mother were driving home from the hospital, it was a quiet drive home. The police and ambulance were still there from the car crash, “She had to die so soon, didn’t she..?” Toby said sniffling for his sister. “She was a good person, Toby.” His mother said. Toby would start biting at his bandaged wrists, “Stop that now.” His mother said, slightly turning her head towards him, then turning back to the road. Yet, Toby continued to bite at his bandages. Thirty minutes passed, they were home. Pulling in they saw a white van, Toby's father's car… “Why is he here?” Toby would slowly open the door, getting out. “He’s your father, he has come here to see you!” His mother was staring at him, “But he couldn’t see her at the hospital before she died?” He said, staring back at her. “Toby..” She looked over at his father, Then closing the door, walking around the car. She’d put her arm around Toby, walking to the door, “No hug for me?” Toby’s father said they both ignored him, walking inside. Toby glared at his father, still following his mother, “He can walk himself, he’s seventeen.” His father said, his mother ignored him “I’ll walk you to your room and call you when dinner's finished.” His mother said. “No. I can walk myself.” He said again glaring at his father. Toby began stumbling up the stairs, then slamming his door shut flopping onto his bed. Toby began to moan, “Why is he here..” he sounded mad, “Toby?” his father slightly opened the door,

Ruby tuned him out, opting instead to close her eyes and feel the wind on her face. A westward wind, she decided, opening her eyes again as the first trainee, far to her left, was launched. I’ll have to angle slightly eastward if I want to stay with the group, given how light I am. On the other hand, if I stay to the outskirts, I might be able to find a good partner without being spotted…

She smiled. She knew that Ashutosh was a very sensitive and mature human being. She was sure that whatever happened that night did not make him disappointed or angry. There was no sign of hesitation in his face. She knew that she had not given the answer of his question.

Once in an old time, there was a princess named Shaelyn. She lived in a castle with her two parents King Craig and Queen Angie. She was a short 15-year-old brunette that didn’t have many friends. She was very shy and would have much rathered sit in her room alone all day instead of going out. Her mother had recently fallen ill and died unexpectedly. Shaelyn and her mother had a very strong bond, they were like best friends. When her mother had suddenly died she was devastated that she would never be able to see her again and would have done anything for one more goodbye.

“NO” was the first word that she uttered when he was enjoying squeezing the nectar of her purity. He was the same person who fought against the whole world only to marry her three months ago. He was the same person who took a vow to protect her from the outer world, but he forgot to mention that one day he won’t be able to control his inner demon. Today, two months after their marriage, he came back late from the office and starts unbuttoning his shirt and she is not ready for what he wants. She is on her period. He was tired and jaded and wanted that pleasure which he hasn’t felt from the last two days because of his busy schedule.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Steve’s voice brought me out of my mental planning.

Beep! Beep! Be- “uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhgg” Why do I have to do this. I know my way around the house already. I mean I’ll stay out of the areas that I’m afraid that child-killing maniacs are camping out in. I just wanna stay home, be with mom. Anything but New Mexico with Nana and Papa. Plus I don’t even know anybody in town so it’s not like anyone’s trying to break into our own house.