Skeleton City Short Story

Imagine a town, a town that is devoid of any warmth and hospitality. It merely stands as a collection of apartments, houses, stores, restaurants, roads; a plethora of buildings all laid out in meticulous detail for a royal return that will never come. Large, vibrant red slogans with painted with the words “SALE,” only to be read by the dusty, stale wind. If you look up, you see a bicycle, a fine layer of dust slowly inching its way over the bike, chained to a rack, waiting for its owner to never return. Beyond the once-busy market is the town’s clock tower, frozen at quarter past four. Is this what our amazing God created this world for? Is this the meaning of every human life? Is the purpose of life for a lively town to be stripped of its skeleton of civilians, to be reduced

The day started like that of any other these last couple of weeks. Mysterious incidents kept popping up in the news, of small groups going mad and becoming savage. Life was like that in Lampeter. Very little going on in town, whilst the whole world around us lives with a constant stream of danger. Some people were getting worried, afraid it was some sort of virus going around, but that happens all the time. One small case of a disease and the world’s in an epidemic. Happened with bird flu, E-coli, and we had just got over the joys of swine flu. Now this. Some people were becoming wary, uneasy around other people, fears of catching this mystery virus afflicting the nation and forcing its way into people’s minds. The unfortunate thing was,

At 4 pm, in a certain park, 2 skeletons were found lying side by side behind the bushes. It was concluded that the two were a couple because they were holding hands whilst the skull was facing each other. A femur, pelvic girdles, skulls, tibia, and humerus were taken from each of the skeleton and observations were made to identify their gender, race, age, and height. One is a female, and the other was a male, also the skeletons pretty much remained intact from being undisturbed however, a few of the hand or feet bones can be found lying a little further off perhaps due to the scattering of birds.

In the story The Scarlet Ibis by James Hurst, the author shows many similarities between the narrator's little brother Doodle and an exotic bird. While reading through the story the young boy is not thought very highly of. No one including, the doctors, ever thought Doodle would live past a couple days. But Doodle did just that, he lived for 6 whole years. His parents even named him William Armstrong, because they thought it would look good on a tombstone. His brother later renamed him Doodle because with that kind of name no one would expect much from him. Doodle had many obstacles growing up and didn’t really fit it. While going through life Doodle was constantly trying to prove that there was a reason for his life. Doodle’s brother tried very to have a normal little brother, so he pushed him in many ways to enable him to do normal things. Doodle could not stand up or crawl and when he did he crawled backwards, earning him the name Doodle. The brothers says to Doodle, “Aw, come on, Doodle,” I urged. “You can do it. Do you want to be different from everybody else when you start school?”

Not everything is back to normal though. Many people moved away from the desolate town to more populated areas. Alvin Dewey never built his dream farm house. Instead, “[he] built a new house in town” (341). He did this because his wife was scared. This proves that no matter how much closure one can receive there will always be some fear left.

Everybody was gone. Evacuated, they called it. The Pearl of Asia, a city once renowned the world over for its vibrant music and art scenes, along with its French-style architecture –now devoid of living souls. The city centre was only a corpse of its former self: the central market was completely unrecognisable; the surrounding houses now just piles of brick and wood. They said that we did not need cities, that we were corrupted by Western values. They would create a new society, free from the old ways of money and greed. The past five years had been quite abominable, so everybody hoped that this new government would finally bring peace.

I'm horrified to find out that my mind wasn't deceiving me. It was a man, wearing a clown suit. His face smeared in makeup and a smile painted on his lips, which behind it had jagged,sharp teeth.The clown suit he was wearing was yellow, but drenched in blood. I numbly wonder who was his victim.

It was hard he tried with all his might to get away from the mob. They ruined his clothes and he tripped and fell in the mud. Which got his clothes stained. He finally got away from the mob because he ran into an alley. After that he had to look for a place to buy a new tuxedo or suit. There were none to be found, and he left his car behind very far away, So he asked to borrow a bike from some random kid and the kid gave it to him. So he peddled as fast as he could when he made it everyone was looking at him weird because his suit was torn up and muddy. An old man walked up to him and asked "What happened to you, Bird?" The bird explained "I was attacked by a mob of my own fans!" He said. Then the old man rushed into a walk in closet and grabbed the finest suit he could find. When he came out he told the bird to try it on, it fit perfectly and it looked outstanding on the bird. "Do you want to keep the suit?" The old man asked. "I sure do!" The bird said, then the old man let the bird keep the suit. A couple hours later it was announced that he got the new job he wanted so bad. The bird had got the

At the end of the story on pg. (152) Figure one says, “Just stop a few machines and radios and telephones and lawn mowers… throw them into darkness for a few hours and then you just sit back and watch." The Figure while saying this intended this to mean that all they did was take away their things and watch the town destroy themselves so that the people would be the only criminals. Figure one says something again on pg.(152) he says, “They pick the most dangerous enemy they can find… and it’s themselves.” This is truly what happens the people pick the most dangerous thing they can find and they start killing each

When he gone outside to check the bird out, he said “It is a big red bird” (9). Not knowing the bird, he reaches out to touch it but before he does his mom has to slap his hand so he does not run the possibility of getting a bad disease. He also lies like his older brother have taught him too, but his lies are crazy, and noticeably untrue thinking they are believable. All people in his lies had wings, and could fly anywhere they wanted to but his favorite lie was about a boy named peter who had a peacock with a very long tail that spreaded it only when peter was sleeping. To top it all off he think it makes no difference to be walking vs. people who can

I left Novi High School on a bright yellow school bus full of student council members. We passed large houses with gorgeous manicured lawns, and multiple cars in each driveway. I looked down to send a text to my friend, and before I knew it, the bus looked like it was in a whole different world. Everywhere I looked I saw abandoned houses covered in graffiti so thick you coundn’t see the brick. Boarded up buildings and neighborhood streets with houses so packed together you could reach out and touch your neighbor… if only every house was occupied and safe. The streetlamps were burned out, and every store had bars guarding their windows and doors. I was so involved in the scenery passing before my eyes, that I didn’t even notice the bus coming to a complete stop.

The Skeleton Key is a movie about belief in the magic-centered practice of Hoodoo. The movie has many themes centered on the power of belief. Magic and rituals were vehicles used many times during the course of the movie. Throughout the movie, its protagonist, Caroline, transforms her belief system through a series of events that will be explained in this paper. The movie also shows how the beliefs and individual approaches to magic and religious practices drive the actions and interactions of the movie’s antagonists, Papa Justify and Mama Cecile, as well as secondary characters such as Jill, Caroline’s roommate.

Walking down the streets, I imagine everyone’s stories; I picture them around the campfire. It is so easy to blatantly ignore the world when I only think about myself. Just as with the cottage of hope, everyone deserves a chance to create and grow. Seeing people struggle on the street makes it impossible to turn a blind eye. However, nobody has enough money or power to eradicate the midnight nation or its problems which seep into the daylight

Name’s Tom Foolery. I’m a clown. Or what the normal people had designated ‘Homo fossor’ or human clown. There were many new classes of ‘humans’ in Circus City. From the fire-breathers, acrobats, freaks, contortionists, clowns, and numerous other ‘pseudo’ humans the Big Top had to offer. It had only been about forty years since the rest of the world

It really shocks me to be an outsider to this city life, although many argue that this is not the city at all. I have to disagree, when you come from a town of about two thousand people, this place is a huge booming metropolis to me, filled with late-night hang-outs, trendy coffee shops, and malls within five minutes from your house. I usually drive anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour to get anywhere I can buy anything, besides gas, which my town only has one place for.