Simple Imps Short Story

To take this leap of faith shows that the times had changed Diane in ways that weren’t immediately apparent, if at all, to those around her. After the war concludes, Diane’s character is far different from that which we were introduced to.

Out on the street, Greene’s eyes circulate to observe her surroundings. Weed’s sprout up through cracks in the road and sidewalks, the overgrown vegetation trails up through the buildings. Infused in its presence, the leaves engulf each structure. Crowded though it is, an eerie silence resonates in the air. People pass back and forth, their heads tilted down, pushing forward with an urgent persistence. Cander walks with a similar determination, his head tilted down, the surrounding environment not alien to him.

Throughout the story Diane, feels as if she is merely telling a story for the purpose of entertainment. This is portrayed by her description of all the characters in this heartfelt story. In “Radio Labs: The Living Room” she states “... all we could see was this young couple, consisting of this young girl with a well built boyfriend”. Descriptions of the characters are kept open to the imagination and the audience does not know any significant features of this young couple. Many people could match the description and the audience still would not know who their identities were. Diane insists on keeping most of the attention on the actual plot of the story through the emotion she felt as this young couple story was told.

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

Random musings by Ian North to make Danny regret saying he would edit anything over summer.

Sunlight streamed down on the desert surface as just under the sands, bruised knuckles punched through the flimsy wooden top of a makeshift coffin. As the dirt poured into the closed space, the unfortunate person inside packed the dirt towards her feet and the sides of the rectangular box. After enough sand and dirt was freed, the woman sat forward and crawled up and out, using her upper body strength to pull her out of her own sandy grave. As she stood up, blinking in the blaring heat, the woman, Imala, gripped her shawl down to cover her dark skin from the sun. Her long dark hair was pulled into a braid, easy for her cowboy hat to sit atop her head. Upon feeling the sun’s heat on the top of her head, she cursed in Apache.

Lifty huffed, snuffing his cough back into his throat as he chucked Petunia into his bedroom.

To see her mother so distraught moved Audra, despite all the woman had done (or had not done). However, to trust Ina straight away would be fooling. Audra developed a plan, a test of sorts.

I sit at the kitchen table going over the eviction papers. But we have done nothing wrong I think in my head. My husband John paces beside me furrowing his brow. “I just don't understand. Why us? Why would they come after us?!” exclaims John.

“This is it,” Theron said, leaning against the holotable. Everything had been powered down and packed up. All that was left was to pile onto their ships and go their separate ways. Theron had a shuttle standing by, a simple, one-manned vessel to deliver him to his mother’s command ship.

“...call this meeting to order?” A deep, masculine voice spoke. Triven wasn’t quite sure who it belonged to. He hadn’t heard it before.

Bill was an ordinary short guy. One day he was walking down the street wishing that he could do something useful, when he noticed a teenage girl being mugged in an alleyway. He looked for somebody to help her. He was alone. He turned back around and a glimmer caught his eye. It was a glass shard in the trashcan. He picked it up and snuck up on the two brutish men who sat there tantalizing the woman. Then he jumped up and stabbed one of the men in the neck and as the other man turned Bill kicked him and sliced open the brutes forehead. The woman was rushedly calling the police and Bill realized his life wasn’t so pointless after

Lost my heart to the streets, struggling to cope, but never losing hope Aint been the same ever since, intense…. Heart Luke warm, I say that with sarcastic charm Simply because I’m in between heaven and hell This isn’t a dream I’m trying to sale Somebody post my bail Screaming “I NEED MY HEART BACK”

"Wow, Cap, you took an awfully long time to get popcorn," said Clint as he heard him walking in.

‘Lord Fox!’ yelled a voice. The sound rang through Lord Fox’s head, bouncing and echoing all the way until he snapped back into consciousness.