The Lynch Family: A Short Story

Summer time beach fun and campfires, the Marley family was traveling to the Sierra National Forest. The family decided to do a camp out in the dark adventurous forest. The Marley's had no experience with constructing a campfire and little Coco Marley decided to spray lighter fluid everywhere and didn't realize he sprayed it all over the ground one moment a huge blazing fire to a massive wildfire gladly the marley's made it out safe and didn't say a word to anyone until the fire was discovered and spread worldwide. After the crazy fire was out firefighters found a corpse in the black forest with full wet suit and goggles, they discovered he had zero burns, but internal damage such as broken bones and snapped neck. Autopsy doctors confirmed the

Then,when we got to our campsite the grownups put the kids in pairs and commanded us to look for firewood. After we took two hours of putting up tents, the kids played marco Polo hide-and-go-seek.The ladies hid first,

I have been working for the Henderson family for three years now. I babysit Mr. Henderson's daughter for his parents Theresa and Sherman Henderson whom have full custody of the child. In the past three years I have become very close to the family, babysitting for them on an as-needed basis. When Patrick begin working in Dallas I would babysit an extra couple of days a week while he was away, this continued on and off for about a year and I was told that during this time he was away working. To my knowledge Patrick would leave Longview, arrive in Dallas and work, then return home. On one occasion I, myself, made a hotel reservation for Patrick while he was working on February 24, 2016, attached below.

The protagonist Peter is trying to cope with his mother abandoning him and having to adjust his life to live with his grandfather in an old, rusty, abandoned movie theatre. He had nowhere else to go and felt all he had was his best friend Kalmain (Joseph Pedley) and that old shack he calls home. To make matters even worse, Peter devastatingly finds out his new home is going to be torn down by a mining company. His reality is everyone’s worst nightmare. Pete’s grandfather Jubi is always looking out for Pete’s best, at least he is trying to. Pete’s home meant to so much to him, as he and his mother, before she left, spent so many happy times and he has great memories there. Such as how his mum promised him one day that they would open up a beautiful restaurant, so day after day he would

This is going to be the most fathomed story you will ever hear.They were eight years of age gathering firewood and food and water for their family and having as much fun as possible.

It was a dark and stormy night, when Annabelle Heinsdorff was born by a water stream, 5 years ago. Her mother May ran ,she knew someone was watching her somehow. It was unacceptable, in her town. Annabelle never knew her parents, she wanted to meet them, but never knew how to get out of the house without passing by Madam. Madam Hailey always sat in her chair in the lounging area, with Fluffy ,her cat, in her lap. As Annabelle headed to school, in a place near Salem where the teachers were bile, she grab a piece of parchment and wrote a letter to her father, hoping would someday get.

This is the story of how I met the Cowley family. I want to start with a short summary of my childhood. I grew up in a small farm in the state of Guanajuato in Mexico. My parents got divorced when I was eight years old, my sister was seven and my brother was only four. Parents getting divorced in the rural parts of Mexico in the late 70’s was very unheard of. I always liked school as a kid. I completed up to six grade in a small school in a farm next to ours, grades seven to nine in a small town about an hour away on bicycle and ten to twelve in Irapuato city and about two hours away on bus. I also did a year of college in Celaya, three hours away from our farm. I went back to the farm every weekend. I always dreamed of finishing a career and

In the 1930s, the Great Depression swept through the country and made sure that no one had gone unnoticed to its deviling ways. People had to worsen their quality of life just enough to have enough money to survive. In this particular simulation, the idea of having to cut back on what is seen as “necessities” was common. The McFadden Family in this situation had, arguably, one of the best income and money in the neighborhood. Still, they had to cut back on some pretty unfortunate things. Firstly, they had to get rid of all entertainment outlets. Those being the newspaper, radio, tv, etc. It may not seem like that would be too dramatic to some, but the true realities of not having any way of knowing what the outside world was like could firstly

“Okay, so we can be here for 30 minutes and then we go get dinner and after did we come back here, I’ll explain more after dinner!” Jenna explained, excitedly. I like this cabin, it's not too small and not too big. The counselors are really nice too. About ten minutes later the cabin door opens and Aaron walked in telling us to get ready for dinner. We got ready and left the cabin to wash our hands and use the restrooms. (being clean and nice is good). We take about 5 minutes in there. Once we go to the Food room we make our way to the table with the boys. I sit next to Cole and Helena, while the rest move to their little groups. Ella with sadie, Nathan, Liam, and Cailian. It was nice at

Later that night we went out about a half mile into the ranch and set up tents by a creek. Once we had all of our tents set up around a big fire, we just camped out. We talked, made fun of each other, burned stuff, and made s’mores; we were just having a great time. Until Braydon’s dad decided to scare us with mountain lion and coyote calls.

As the days passed, they girls become closer than ever before. They needed each other more than ever. Amy never left Reagan’s side during the funeral and Amy couldn’t stop worrying about her own fears of losing her dad. Time passed quickly and the time had come that Amy had dreaded for months, her Dad was leaving that day for war.

Kira had her head on Scott's shoulder and he was talking to Stiles. Isaac and Derek were talking and Lydia was braiding my hair. “Hey, I've got an idea!” I yelled and turned my head. My hair left Lydia's hands and she groaned. I knew she didn't mind though. My hand disappeared in my bag and pulled out a bag of marshmallows. Everyone clapped and laughed. We still had some branches next to the fire pit and used them to stick our

It was around 1:30ish in the morning, in the middle of January. In spite of the sultry weather, out on the backyard patio, having a late night snack, sitting around on wild country outdoor chairs, for almost an hour. We would discuss how our day had gone, talked about matters which concerned us, and made future family plans. Conversation was spontaneous and unpredictable, although negative topics were discouraged since they might impair our appetites. Discussion between bites are fun, and often interspersed with fits of giggling with my sister, Vivian, about my father’s constant chagrin. On the left side of the backyard, off in the bushes, surrendered by flowers, was a charcoal barbeque. Next to it, my brother was bending down, that his elbows could touch his knees, preparing the charcoal in the chimney starter for my Dad’s glossy silver hookah. I always had that feeling that he was my father’s favorite kid. Obviously because, he’s more like Dad than any of us, and they both extremely practical, like father, like son.

Some summer days Emma's father would load up the bark canoe. They would cross the lake to visit grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. A large fire was lit to roast nuts and acorns. There was all types of berries. Their mother would make cookies with acorn flour and honey, Emma's and Ian's favorite.

Beth’s arms were so sore from pulling back the water as she looked down and the water seemed only ankle deep under her now and the land was just about reachable. She got up and stepped into the clear water. And walking up onto the sand, she the island was pretty small-- and deserted. She pulled her raft up out of the water in case she needed to use it again. Well, looks like I’ll be here for a while and need to set up a place, Beth pondered as she started reaching out and grabbing small pieces of driftwood to make a fire out of. When she was done, she carefully settled the sticks and twigs in an organized pile.