Short Writing Essay : A Story Of A Short Story

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

I was bouncing up and down in my car seat my seat belt trying to keep a hold of me. I was so excited to finally get to go to six flags. As we pulled up to get into the parking lot, they wind rushed through my hair, I stuck my head out the window to get a better view of six flags. The rides going back in forth and the people eagerly waiting in line to get in. we pulled up to a parking. The car came to a stopped, everyone jolted forward and then back in their seats. I opened the door stepping out and letting the rest of the people come out. The door slammed behind me and echoed through the parking lot. We made our way getting closer and closer to the amusement park, my older cousins were walking behind me and the young ones who were running across the street playing, my uncle screamed at them to not play in the street.

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card

When i was just entering seventh my dad had a heart attack but earlier that day me and my dad were fixing the pump in the canal so were out there all day it was starting to get dark and we went to turn on the sprinklers and my mom and dad started to argue about something so i went inside a heard my mom start yelling i ran out there i and i saw my dad laying on the ground having a seizure my mom started to do cpr and we had to cut off his waders so pulled out my knife and cut them off my mom said his pulse stopped but my mom started to do cpr again and his pulse was back the ambulance got there and all my dad could say is i love you son but that night i stayed at the hospital with him i stayed there for two days with him

I looked up at the sky one day and the clouds were swallowing the sunlight so I knew it wouldn't be a good day. It was morning and the grass was an ocean filled with water. My dad told my brother and I to go help my mom clean the barn. I asked why my sister didn't have to help and he told me she was busy even though I knew she wasn't. I was bored so I challenged my brother to a race since we have always been competitive. We raced to our green gate that was flaking from the lack of being painted. When we were almost there, I tried to slow down but the dew on the grass was so wet that I started to slide. I ending up going headfirst into the gate and all I remembered was my brother carrying me to my mom and yelling for help. We went to the hospital and waited two hours in the waiting room and another two in the actual doctors office. He checked my cut forehead and

One morning Last summer I woke up in my bed and I got up to have breakfast when I remembered it was a special day.Today is the day me and my little brother, big brother, mom and dad were going to Frankenmuth.So we had breakfast I had some Honey Comb and then I and my family were getting all of our stuff ready and getting dressed and then we all brushed our teeth and got our shoes on and then we were off to Frankenmuth.After a while we got on to the highway and man was it storming hard so it was hard for us to see in front of us when all of a sudden POP! CRACK! BUMP! We didn’t know what happened until we looked at our tires we had seen a hole in two of them we looked back and we have seen what we hit it was a Pothole.So we had to call Onstar

That morning had begun just like any other, or so I believed. It was a cold winter morning, a school day, and I was 14 years old, getting up to get ready for school. It was while I went about my routine that I realized my parents were nowhere to be found. I was immediately concerned and searched the entire house for them before frantically running to our neighbors and beating on the door, desperate for an answer. When I managed to explain that my parents were gone he told me to come along in his car. Concerned, and fearing what was about to happen, I went with him, feeling even more frantic when I realized we had arrived at the hospital.

When i was born, i had a breathing problem, and paralyzed from head to toe. The doctor had to straped tubes to me, so I can breath properly. They have to perform operations on me, but It was unsuccessful. The doctor said, that i will die in a couple of hours. My mom and dad were shocked that was still alive in the morning. I was recovered so fast it was a miracle. A year later, i was out the hospital. 10 year laters, my parent was watching nba on tv ,while i was sleeping in my bed. Then the power went off suddenly. BOOM!! Glass broke.! I woke up and got curious where the sound came from, so i got out of bed, grab my baseball bat and went to investigative.i tiptoe into the hall wall trying not to make a sound. Then i heard a gun shots and

After a while, we went on a huge rollercoaster. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my body. As the roller coaster made it to the top, I thought I was going to drown in my own sweat and tears. I started to panic and jump out of my seat but my dad told me to stop and sit down. When I made it to the top, I could see the whole Disneyland. For a second there was, the drop! All the tears and sweat in my body moved to the top of my head and I closed my eyes and let out the biggest scream. Bam, I couldn't hear anything over the high pitch noise of the bolts rattling behind us. I thought that I was just falling, falling, falling. After what felt like an eternity we finally made it down. I stepped out of my wet seat and almost hugged the ground. That was the scariest thing I have ever done, but felt I had to do that roller coaster again. Then, there was a young boy inviting us to a show as he

It was a summer day after supper, me and my brother were playing outside in the backyard, he was driving the four wheeler and I was on the trampoline. Once I was done and I started walking to the house he pulled up next to me and said “I’m going inside, do you want to try driving the four wheeler?”. “I don’t know how to drive a four wheeler.” I thought to myself, but I still said sure. Once I was on I gunned it like an idiot. Still I pressed down on the gas, not able to let go out of pure shock and fear. It was only right before a hill did I manage to let go. I fell off the back of the four wheeler onto the ground, that hurt but for some reason more than the four wheeler rolling over me. After I fell off and the four wheeler rolled over me it rolled back and stopped on top of me with me in

It was a cold, winter night. The wind blew against window, which the house sound like a tornado was happening outside. It was another lonely night, my parents were never home. They both had very successful jobs, they were always busy so they just me at home. They actually told me they bought a mansion closer to their work so, that meant I had to live alone. I am still grateful though, it could be worse. My original family, had abandoned me when I was a baby. The orphanage said they were delusional and that if it wasn’t for that I would be dead. I got up from my bed, pushing the blanket aside putting my head between my legs with my hands over my head. I removed my hands after a few seconds, I looked at my alarm clock on my midnight desk.

I was cruising in the back of the car, we had just gotten some food from the Dairy Queen. Ponyboy and I were on our way back to the church, then we had seen a ball of smoke rolling from the church. We rushed back to the church and the church was on fire. Ponyboy and I had raced inside to go and break down the door that they were trapped behind. We both had started to save the kids that were trapped. Then after we had saved them both Ponyboy and I were trying to get out. Ponyboy got out safe but a falling ember had slammed down on me like a pile of bricks. The ember had knocked me out, then I had woken up in the back of an ambulance. They were saying that I had som third degree burns and a broken back. I was in some severe pain I could barely

It felt like an eternity before my dad came to help me. Even with his help I could barely get up. It was like as if I was a prisoner to the sidewalk, unable to be freed. It all seemed like a battle between my dad and the sidewalk, him trying to free me. Finally he got me off the ground and my body was in so much pain. I looked down and saw that my hands, arms, legs, and chin were all cut up and I saw that I had left little spots of blood on the sidewalk.

We all stood up from our chairs and we took an elevator to the second floor. The bottom floor seemed like a office, but the second floor felt like a real hospital. It smelled sanitized just like a regular hospital. I could tell it was old, there was a stripe of a washed out green that went along the walls. The lady showed us to another small waiting area. The room was small and had four couches and a small table in the middle with magazines on it. My Mother and I went to sit down and my Father began to do the same thing but the lady then said “No come with me, we need to prepare you”. At this moment I felt my fear began to settle in. I rested my head on my Mom’s shoulder. My Mother woke me up, “Wake up, we’re going to see your Father”, As I got up from the couch I asked her “ Is he done?”, “No he goes in like in ten minutes and they’re letting us see him right before”. The lady who showed us to the waiting room was there and showed us to the room where he was. The room was long but not ride and there were many other patients there and I figured out they were all there for surgery too. We walked toward him and he was there in a patient gown. We stood next to him my mother began to speak to him, I looked around the room at the other patients, When my Mother finished talking to him, I told him “It’s going to be OK.”, “I know” he replied. We