The Story Of Love : A Short Story

“The Locket” begins with a group of Confederate soldiers surrounding a campfire after a long and tiresome day of battle. One soldier in particular, Edmond, is seen staring at a golden locket in utter silence. The other men tease that inside of the locket hold a picture of the woman he loves, though Edmond never responds. Another soldier jokes that this piece of jewelry is some sort of good luck token for Edmond since he has never been injured since the battle began. Soon the readers find out that the locket actually belong to a woman named Octavie, Edmond’s lover, and soon find out that a priest returned the locket to Octavive before Edmond came home. This is surely a sign of Edmonds death, but at the end of the story Octavie finds herself

“Okay. This tiny gray mouse is Mozart,” she said then held up a miniature stuffed animal of the exact same mouse that was on the piano book and pointed to the gray mouse on the piano book.

“What is this?” He asked Hector slowly, examining his hand with the new piece of jewelry attached to it “what does it do?”

Her words caused her mind to fly back in time to Grandma’s last Birthday, when her cat had clawed the table clothes to shreds and when it caught on her paw she ran, causing the cake to fall and splatter all over grandma’s 400 dollar dress. Then she had a memory she didn’t remember.

Sophie took it between two fingers gingerly. “It… really is,” she said in awe. The card he gave out, before he joined the CIA all those months ago, reading ‘Agent

When Sarah’s aunt told me this story I thought she was being silly. A long time ago Jane had a new baby, a new house, and no husband. She was lucky when her sister Eloise offered to come stay with her and help out, until her husband returned from working in Alberta. The sisters had almost finished unpacking, but Eloise found one small box, labeled “for the baby,” that sat alone in the dark hallway.

“You’re looking at the girls’ photo; that was taken seven years ago. They all look the same as though they were quadruplets. Same hair, same size. Or were you looking at the statues and the portrait?”

The whole family had been cursed since I had lost that locket. My mother’s locket was given to me the day after she died. My mom’s best friend, the cook, had given it to me. I would wear it everywhere, and I wouldn't take it off for anything. I was very close with my mom, and we would do everything together, we would climb trees and run around outside, even if it was known as unladylike. She died last year in a car crash. I’m Marianne Maladroit and now that I've lost the locket, my family is destined to fail.

"Here" she says, handing me a locket. "It was given to you by your mother when you reached your first birthday. She was just ecstatic that you made it past winter. You were a very sickly child, the doctors even thought you were sure to perish." She rambled before coming to a stop. Her eyes crinkled, while she motioned for me to open it.

In Raymond Carver’s short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,” Mel, Terri, Nick, and Laura we drinking gin and have a unique conversation about what the concept of love meant for them. Laura is sitting there with her husband, Nick, just listening to Mel and Terri go on and on with his stories. The story that Terri tells about her love interpretation isn’t exactly a happy one, causing the tone to turn to a more pessimistic view on love. Terri starts out by telling a story of her Ex, who abused her and Mel for a while before killing himself. It was obvious that this relationship was far from healthy, but Terri insisted that her Ex loved her. Laura was asked to state her opinion but she simply said, “‘I don’t know anything about

“how long do you think it will take?”, asked Ashley as she fiddled with her locket.

“My best friend Molly taught me! Molly is in gymnastics and she has pretty blonde hair and she is super pretty,” she rambles and leans her head on my shoulder. “Grandma, did you have pretty, pretty blonde hair?” She tugs on strands of my gray hair (touch).

"My father sent it here." *He replies* "Unlike most people here, my father can afford the best." *He slips the necklace the rest of the way into his pocket, cursing himself for not reacting sooner* "Your friends with Potter?" *He snarls, taken by slight surprise* "And that blood traitor and filthy mudblood. What's her name, Granger?"

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

Love is an abundant emotion that has different degrees. There is familial love, friendly love, unconditional love, and of course romantic love. Romantic love will be the superstar of this article. Romantic love may be around every corner whether between an old couple or a young teenage romance. However, love is not the easiest thing to attain. It is such a simple concept, though a difficult thing to actually have a person’s hands on.