Timmy's Dying: A Short Story

It was a dark and cold halloween night me and my friend Toony were trick or treating and these kids that were bullies at our local school were following us calling our names saying means things. So we ran and ran as fast as we could they didn’t catch up because they weren’t in the best of shape but we were. So once they were no longer in sight me and Toony started to walk we didn't see them for the rest of the night that we knew of but once we were about two miles away from my house. We heard a noise the bullies came storming out of the woods almost scared me half to death so we ran and ran they started getting closer which was a surprise so we just ran into this abandoned house where we hid out for the night. After about 3 hours they had

After a couple of hours, I decided to go home. As soon as I got there, there was a news truck pulled into my driveway. A tall lady with blonde hair and blue eyes asked me if she could give me and interview. "So what do have to say about the events that occurred today,"she asked." Well, I really am still trying to take all of this in," I said. "I never suspected this to happen, and I believe that we should be more prepared for if this should happen again." "It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

The world is on fire. I crouch in the small interior of a vessel. Watching in disbelief as everything burns. I shall tell you what I know of how this tragedy came to be.

Within the article "A Life Worth Ending" Michael Wolff recounts the events of his ill mother at her final stage of life. Along with his own battle with a flawed healthcare system. Wolff Brilliantly intertwines literary elements with the use of characterization and his first point of view to tell his story.

For Timmy his at bat in the last inning in the baseball game was the definition of Confidence. As Timmy walked up to the batter’s box his legs started to shake and his hands got clammy. His heart began to pound. But he wanted to hit in the game winning run. He didn’t want to be the player to get the last out in the district championship. So as Timmy stepped in the batter’s box he heard his dad who never misses a game cheering for him and his team rooting him on. But now when Timmy stepped in the box he had an extra hop in his step he was confident now. As the pitcher pitch the crowd was silent it was a battle between the pitcher and him. When Timmy hit a shot in the gap to score the winning run the crowd roared and his teammates ran on the

Being unexpectedly roused from a restless sleep, Casey felt the mattress being pressed down as if someone had sat on the bed next to her. Holding her breath, she listened. There was the soft rumble of thunder far off in the distance, the whirring of the overhead ceiling fan, and the faintest sound of someone’s soft, rhythmic breathing.

Hey! So I was reading this essay in the book that I bought for my English 101 class about how the horrible stuff you see on the news is COMPLETELY blown out of proportion sometimes and I just thought, “Wow, that’s completely true.” ‘Cause sometimes it’s just ridiculous! Like a couple years ago when there was that Ebola crisis and people TOTALLY freaked out! In reality, not many people in America got it and yet SO MANY PEOPLE were afraid of getting it. Like, what the hell? That’s stupid. People can be worried about the people who ARE getting it, but to actually think you’d contract it yourself is completely unrealistic! People seriously need to calm down.

ohn grew up in takistan. He had a good childhood but his parents were struggling financially. Takistan was calm and peaceful. He grew up in Rasmen the main city. John always wanted to study health and the human body. He was home schooled since takistans schools were bad. All throughout his childhood he worked for any one in the market. He did this so that one day he could afford to move to a town with a superior medical school, This island/ town was called Erie county. Timmy stayed on the island mastering his study's, until one day there was an explosion at the town garage killing 37 people and destroyed Johns car. This angered him, He decided to take action. He enlisted to fight with the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. The terroist group

Sawyer managed to slow down Paisley’s bleeding, but she still needed medical attention. Looking away at Dorian who stood there silently, Sawyer called out for help. Dorian turned his attention to Paisley, lifting her up off the ground. Walking through the woods, Sawyer let him know about the medical personnel that were on standby in the large open path of the forest. Dorian felt an immense amount of fatigue overwhelming his body, though he managed to fight through it.

Lately I have been a complete mess. Danny's been dead for a year now and the time to mourn has long gone by. But everyday I still think about how it was my fault. If I just hadn't told Danny that Lucy was cheating on him, I wouldn't have to write this write now. I desperately need forgiveness, but who can forgive me? I certainly can't talk to Lucy from beyond the grave. And the children are just too young to understand. And if I tell Mom, she will certainly never forgive me. Only Cicely knows, but she won't take me seriously. She says that I’m being paranoid, that it’s not really my fault. But I know it is. Nobody just drives into a wall on purpose.

Traditionally, women have been known as the less dominant sex. They have been stereotyped as being only housewives and bearers of the children. Many interesting characters in literature are conceived from the tension women have faced with men. This tension is derived from men; society, in general; and within a woman herself. Kate Chopin‘s short story, “The Story of an Hour”, focus on a woman’s dilemma near the turn of the 19th century. Contradicting the “normal” or sad assumption of death, “The Story of an Hour” illustrates the significance of death representing freedom. The Story narrates about an hour of Louise Mallard’s life, as she tries to understand, and deal with her feelings of her husbands death.

The epidemic came in a period when the American society looked at the welfare of each other and held their neighbors’ challenges as their own. When they say their neighbor was ill, they helped them. This social aspect that characterized the American society did not happen during the pandemic. There were hundreds of people, especially women, who had delightful dreams of themselves in the roles of angels of mercy. They had the profound vanity to imagine that they were capable of great sacrifice, yet nothing seemed to arouse their aspirations. They were told of children who were dying in their homes of starvation as there was nobody to give them food, yet they still could do nothing about

It was just a normal day in Detroit, Michigan for a fifteen year of boy named Rick. Rick was on summer break after just finishing his 9th grade year. As Rick came home from the park he saw his parents outside doing garden work. Rick had a lot on his mind because both of his parents had recently lost their jobs, and he was worried about what would happen to them. He knew that his parents were running low on money, and they needed to find a job quickly or they would lose their house. He sat on the couch, turned on the TV, and began watching the news. He saw news clips about a terrible hurricane that had demolished Haiti. Houses were flattened and families were living on the streets with no food or water. He began to realize that there were people worse off than him in the world. He began to fall asleep as the news story played in the background. Soon he was asleep, and began to dream about a poor family from Haiti who was homeless because of the storm. They were speaking to him, and asking him to help them. He woke up in a sweaty panic, and knew he had to do the right thing.

"The reports have been coming in for a few days. The cure is being given for free. For free to thousands in every major city in America on June 10th. People across America are asking what is the cure? I have said this before, but I will say it again, 'Only the government knows what the cure its. They are being very hush hush about it. If I knew what the cure was I would tell you.' The president said this a few days ago, 'I can't tell you what the cure is. All I can tell you is this, the cure is the answer to any problem you may have.' People across America are scared. They worry that the cure is some kind of virus the government will use to get rid of the weak. Would the government really do that?"