The first time I tried to write a story I was in grade school. It was for a seventh or eighth grade assignment. It was about a puppy who got lost and was stranded. He was found by a police dog who brought him back to his home and made sure he stayed safe. I still have the story at my house. I wrote a different short story in my eighth grade year that was very dramatic. I wrote about a girl who was extremely young that got pregnant, and ran away from home so she could keep the baby. It told about
After Ms. Luella Bates Washington Jones shut the door, she went to sleep. When she woke up at 6 AM, She walked to work and just realized that she’s late. “ Ms. Washington. WHY ARE YOU LATE AGAIN?” Her boss screamed “ Sorry Boss” She said. Her boss just walked away furiously. After work at like 10 PM, she rode a taxi home. The taxi didn't drop her off in front of her house because the taxi driver had at the entrance of her neighborhood. She paid the taxi driver $5. “Great.” said Ms. Luella Bates
Tomorrow you must leave. I don't want to hear any stories. Yes. There won't be any. I'm very sorry. I hope... - we'll work well together from now. - Very well. - You do know that you'll be okay, right? - You'll be okay too. - Captain, Nkunzi has escaped. - No! No, man! Njomane... when did you get out? I've missed you. Where's Nosipho? She's with her boyfriend. That means she won't be back anytime soon. Hey! Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are
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.” “I’m sure.” “Well. Sweet Jesus. That’s some news.” “And you are . . . ? If you don’t mind my asking.” “I’m his sister.” “I can give you his e-mail. Hang on, I’ll find it for you.” “That’s O.K. There’s people waiting for the phone. People who don’t know
Peggy gave a long sigh while sitting at her window in her spacious living room watching the raindrops travel down the panes of cold, foggy glass. She felt just as dark and gloomy inside as the rain made it look outside, because her little Logan was upstairs packing. Although he wasn't so little anymore since he was packing to go into the Air Force. She gave another sigh as she thought of how lonesome it would be in that large house all alone after he left. He had been her saving grace since his dad
Billie is walking down the street, on her way home from school. She stops for a second, she sees a van pull up beside her on the road. That was very abnormal in her small town. The window to the van rolls down slowly, there is a guy with a mustache in the front seat, he says to her, “Where you heading to little girl.” She says nothing to him and continues walking. He once again pulls up beside her and she says, “go away.” He then pulls up to her a final time and asks her to get in the van, and that
wake the others. My twin, who had been sharing the tent with me, was already up and at the bathroom. Feeling as heavy as a rock, I forced myself to stand up and start to get my stuff together. I picked out my pale teal bathing suit, my favorite shorts, and bubble gum pink tank top. After changing into my chosen outfit I slipped on the flip flops by the door, grabbed my toothbrush and tooth paste, and headed out the door. Ziip, I heard while closing the zipper of the tent. I hustled over to the
friends. In unison my friends Andrea and Ally asked, "Are you okay?" Andrea had pale skin with long curly black hair. While Ally had slightly tanned skin, short brown hair with dirty blonde tips and purple braces. " Of course, I'm okay. I'm just a little anxious to find out what hike we would go on.", I responded. Emma, my friend with short blonde hair, glasses, very pale skin, and the most mesmerizing blue eyes that twinkled with the slightest hint of light, said "Don’t worry well find out soon
Once upon a time in a land not from here, there lived a girl. She was very poor and had no family left; for they had all died of disease. She lived in the forest far far away from everybody else. Since the town was so far away from her cottage she never went there unless she really needed something. On one sunny afternoon as she was going to make lunch she realized she had run out of bread and butter. So she set out for town with the little money she had to buy food. She had been walking for quite
John Logan breathed a stream of hot air into his cupped hands, hoping to warm them up against the cold mid-morning air. From his mouth poured a waterfall of steam, visible and telling of the temperature. If there was anything that John Logan hated more than having to deal with a homicide is doing it on a cold, winters morning. Standing on the front lawn, John scanned the area and his eyes fell upon the bedroom window. Even against the glare of the sun, he could see something strange, something that