The End Moment Thhirst Short Story

We started speeding down the road to meet the ambulance. Upon meeting them I was rushed to Wilcox Memorial Hospital, bumping my dad from the operating room right before he his knee surgery. I wasn't suspected to make it, as I had lost seventy percent of my blood. But somehow, with the help of God, I underwent several surgeries and within the next few days I was stabilized and discharged from the hospital.

The sweat was dripping down John’s face as he pushed the weights off his chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that everyone checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as Coach Ben yelled “Hurry up and get out”. John’s heart started beating faster and faster. No one knew what was going on. As students were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. John could feel the burn on his elbow but he didn’t know what it was. When everyone got to the gym John’s elbow was covered in blood. Everyone was told to get down and stay quiet. Later on coach told everyone a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide.

Geoffrey had just recently turned sixteen and his mother had wanted him to mature and start focusing on his studies. He sat in the small, pale green kitchen listening, knowing that the lecture would end with his mother saying he couldn’t play volleyball with the Patriots. He played on his high school team. He had asked his mother the week before if he could continue playing, and she explicitly had said that it depended on his next report card; it didn’t go so well. He had been getting 80% in science.

Rudy hated to go home with his left ear bleeding and his right eye almost closed. Rudy was was almost home and he still didn’t know how he will explain his black eye and bloody ear to his mother. Rudy still remembers vividly what happened and how much pain he was in. Rudy was walking up his driveway when he heard “Rudy! What in the world happened to your face?” yelled Rudy’s mom. Rudy started to worry as he was not at all prepared to explain what had really happened.

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

Attention Material: At some point in the sixth grade, early one morning, at around 3 a.m., I woke up to an eerie feeling. I felt as though someone was watching me, and to my surprise, someone was. I woke up to a perplexed face on my grandfather’s face. A baffled face that read, “Who is this person in my house, and why is she here?” Immediately I said, “Papa, it’s me! Big Baby (that’s what he called me), and in response he let out a big sigh of relief. Puzzled and disturbed, I called my mom and explained to her what had just happened. (I asked her what was going on and why had he just reacted in such a manner.) The following day, she sat me down to discuss what was going on. On that day, she told me that my grandfather had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease and mixed dementia.

Hands trembling, heartbeat throbbing in my ears, I stood in front of the class and opened my mouth to speak. All that came out was a shaky breath. Oh no, I thought, this is not really happening. I looked up at my audience and felt my cheeks flush. “Umm… May I have the line, please?”

I’ve barely lived But lived too much Done great things Without even a touch I’ve destroyed a people In a game Then in reality We came Forced to kill My knowledge too great Understanding how they think

Grandma was inside making pudding biscuits, “Jayda!” she yelled. I ran inside she handed me a stick with dough on the end, the dough was sticky it felt like it was covered in sticky goo, “give this to grandpa” she said , I grabbed it out of her hand and walked out the door. “Here” I said to grandpa. He leaned over the fire.He held the dough covered stick over the flame, I thought it was kinda strange.

I remember when I was 16, my dad hired a landscaper to cut the grass around our house. That worker got injured while he was mowing the lawn. The lawnmower got stuck in the grass and while he was trying to get it out it wounded his leg. The wound was bleeding badly so I immediately ran back to the house and brought some sterile gauze and a bandage. First, I covered the wound with the sterile gauze then I applied high pressure directly on it. I kept pressuring steadily until the bleeding stopped, then I wrapped the bandage around the wound tightly. I wanted to take him to the hospital to make sure that everything is alright but he refused to go and wanted to complete the task. Ten minutes later, he felt dizzy and nausea so I decided to seek medical

Luckily, there were grownups outside, and they called for my grandmother and mother. Grandma and Mom heard them calling because fortunately their window was down in the car at the time. They hurried up and pulled back in the driveway. They ran to see what the commotion was and why they were getting called back to the yard. My great uncle pulled the sticky bush out of my jaw and there was a big hole. It was leaking blood. Eventually, all the people outside were startled because they literally could see through my jaw. I bled through all my clothes and all the ones that were given to me. I was rushed, in my grandmother’s car, and to the

In the short story The Final Shot, by Yaseen Rana, this story is about a boy that likes basketball and gets injured. Then he still tries to play even though he is hurt. Rana’s theme, was that you can overcome any obstacle, is revealed through Billy practicing and Billy making the final shot. Through this lesson, readers learn that nothing can stop you from reaching your goals.

We were at the haunted house. I had looked down and noticed that my shoes were untied. So of course I kneeled down to tie them, As I went down I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. “What” I said thinking it was my brother. My brother has short blonde hair and big bright brown eyes. But no it was not my brother because as I looked up I realized It was a person with a clown mask on. “AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I screamed. As my parent’s laughed. “Why are you laughing at me mom?” I said. “Because I told him to do it!” she replied. “Oh well you sure got

Anxious and amused, I went in my room and had grandma help me get dressed. By the time I was dressed and ready to go, grandpa had already gotten the fishing poles and started to head down to the Elk River. We rushed down the hill, jogged down the stairs, and skipped the rest of the way there. Excitingly, I handed grandpa the bucket of squirmy worms, so he could help me put them on the poles. After the worms were on the hooks papaw helped me cast the pole out into the vast water. We just sat there waiting, I gazed at the orange and

Both my parents came running in the garage, full of worry. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” my mom shouted. I was kneeling there, drenched in blood, clutching my eyebrow which was exploding with