Silver Lake: A Short Story

It was an effervescent lit night; the water glistened beneath the moon. The large oak was softly swaying as the wind seemed clout the branches, “Allie, be careful it’s getting gusty!”

Soft moonlight lit the land and sea kindly, almost as if it were giving gentle kisses. It kissed the sea and the waves it formed, it kissed the drowsy ship which laid on said water, it kissed the sand the waves lapped at, it kissed the grassy cliff above the shore, and it kissed the girl who slept on said cliff.

Summer break after a long year of tortuous academics, teachers, classes and the gleaming light of the summer just an arm's length away. T. Coraghessan Boyle elaborates on the adventure of the bad boy imagines. Although their deceptions of their characters will be

In the short story “Greasy Lake” the narrator, our protagonist, describes himself as a 19-year-old rebel, but as the story progresses, we learn how it is all a façade to try to be like the rest of the kids his age. What started off as a joke to who he thought was his friend Tony Lovett, turned out to be a life lesson that would crash down his false image of a bad boy. A series of events trigger his common sense and make him see that his way of living will bring him severe consequences or even death itself. The narrator changes his opinion on who he wants to be by the end of the story, therefore making him a round character.

A purple dusk splashing over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. When the sun set, no candle replaced it. Only the lustrous spark in glossy eyes to spare. Under the willow trees, the leaves lay deep and so crisp that a lizard made a great skittering if he ran among them. Elegantly, the innumerable flashing fragments lay shining in midst of the church. Ahead, the path vivaciously glistening like white quartz, yet raindrops on the weary concrete was all it was.

“Yeah, sure, nice try, Justin,” said Conner, folding his arms, leaning back in his chair.

Leo shook off a flood of rippling goose flesh as his left foot touched the doorway of the ancient manor. The 150-year-old lintel didn't even sigh, much less creak, as he had expected. He was there for his best friend's birthday party at the Auburn Manor, on the shores of Dead Man's Lake, a two hour drive from the city.

My sister and I ran into the water, splashing and falling as we ran on the pebbles that carpeted the bottom of the lake. It was usually noon, the sun high in the sky creating diamond shimmers on the lake currents. After a day, the sun had already began to color in our cheeks with shades of red and scattering freckles under my

In July 2016, I had a wonderful day planned. My girlfriend, Audrey, and I were prepared to spend a full day at Lincoln State Park. After eating breakfast at Denny’s, we pulled into the entrance of the state park. With our swimsuits on and backpacks strapped, the hiking began. To say the least, we had a long, long hike with minor incidents including a small snake that caused me to scream like a little girl and a tower we climbed even though I am afraid of heights. To wrap up the day, we swam in the lake infested with little, microscopic minnows and took our turn at canoeing, which ended up getting us stuck in the middle of the lake. All in all, the day of adventures with Audrey was relaxing and refreshing, but unfortunately, the excitement was

There was music from my neighbor 's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his

The lights encased in their glass cases were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. They were hanging from dainty looking poles, flowers engraves in the dark metal. My eyes lit up with every look I gave, in every direction I looked, it was the most beautiful place I had ever been in. The path under my feet was made of concrete, but it was the color of the night sky, black with little white stars dotting in every direction. The tall oak trees that seemed to wrap around the path made it seem even more inviting to me. The temperate fall air was blowing against my rounded cheeks, causing small bits of pollen to stick to my dew dusted face. The sound of music was emanating from the building ahead of me, more lights seemed the shine from that

One day I was looking over a building for a client at lake Wab. Lake Wab was the largest lake for two hundred miles. It had been named after some native chief whose name was so hard to pronounce everyone ended up calling it Lake Wab for short. That’s where I ran into a friend from high school at the marina. I hadn’t seen Vern since he went to university. I had heard through some friends that he had come into heaps of money on one of his trips to Vegas but we hadn’t crossed paths since.

Seemingly in the middle of nowhere, the Barren River Lake glittered in the sun, beckoning me from the rustic, airy, lakeside cabin I stayed in over spring break. Hearing talk of a hidden boat dock, my boyfriend and I set out in the sparse, hilly forest on an expedition to discover it. As we trekked along, a moss-tinged wooden staircase sprouted from one of the sloping hilltops. From the top of the aged stairsteps, we spotted the dock, gleaming white against the glistening water. Exhilarated, I hurried down the steps, only to be filled with disappointment. A sea of driftwood met our feet at the bottom of the stairs, muddled by an eclectic collection of trash: chunks of styrofoam, soda bottles, plastic netting, and plastic containers of all

Afterwards, a new mayor turning point takes place. Richard’s platoon receives an attack. We can experience the effort that the

Overlooking the turquoise Torch Lake nestled on the side of a cliff sat the spectacular Petosky rock castle of the Native American Boone tribe. Prince Liwanu sat on a sweeping porch meditating on the refection of the sinking sun shooting magenta rays on the sparking water surface. A storm was imminent, delaying his trip to New Mexico. He was on a quest for an Indian princess to wed. A fat raindrop plopped on his nose and then as if the sky was a suitcase it dumped its watery contents on the world below. Running Drenched the prince escaped the deluge and entered by the sliding glass doors that led to the great hall. His mother looked up from her seat, by the blazing fire and smiled warmly at him. Her eyes twinkling eyes smiled, "Come, my