What Is A Story To Write A Short Story

There once was a grinch that lived in a sewer he was tall, orange but also poor. Everyone knew him for what he would do, he would buy kids presents and candy too. People loved him as they cheered and bowed it was what he did for the people that made him proud. The children were good and the parents too That’s what he would say but that’s not so true. On christmas even he would go out and wrap presents for the good and the bad. It’s the caring and being generous that made him glad.

Underneath this Christmas tree, was a mass variety of presents, packages, and parcels, ranging from the size of one's fist to the magnitude of a rather large dog, with bows made of lace, satin, twine, and plastic, all in numerous colors. On the mahogany coffee table was two mugs of hot chocolate each with one candy cane, and a platter of red and green sugar cookies. A sublime event, dimmed exceedingly due to the fact that instead of celebrating, the two ten year olds were huddled together, one of the girls in a sobbing fit on the couch, whilst the other was comforting the

Christmas decorations fill the house as the gray clouds cover the sky on Christmas morning. The Christmas tree, lit with worn out lights, some broken, flickering, or using its last bit of life, light up the dark and gloomy living room along with the dated fireplace on the wall. Unwrapped Amazon boxes sit under the Christmas tree as last minute orders were made and delivered. The walls of the living room are brown from old age and the carpet is covered with dust. Jenn, the daughter of 14, still in her pajamas, stumbles into the living room, groggy from the interrupted sleep from the thunder and lightning the previous night. She looks at the dimly lit tree and walks up to peruse at the gifts underneath. She picks up the Amazon box that has her name on it. At first, she’s elated to see that it’s from her father, and quickly, has a tear fall from her eye as she misses him dearly. Enters the Mom.

“ But Mom you know how excited I am. And it's a tradition to always open one present on Christmas Eve.” As the older siblings came down stairs they opened only one present. Like always they got new pajamas. Guests started to arrive at the house, causing the house to get louder. Ava and her cousin Aubree came running towards me. “This is my best friend” said Ava pointing at me. “Awww, It's nice to meet you Mr. Christmas Tree” said Aubree.

Once, a long time ago, I saw a little girl in the forest, looking hungry. She had a pretty red hood on. When I tried to be kind and offer her some rabbit, she refused, calling me a mean animal. That really hurt my feelings hurt my feelings!

People tend to naively see orphans and those without caring families as hopeless and loveless creatures. However, the benevolence of strangers can easily prove such thoughts wrong as people can provide an abundance of support and love to those with no blood relation to them and can embrace strangers as family. Charitable strangers can also teach children to act with benevolence and give them an honorable role model to follow. These acts of kindness can drastically change the character of the poor child. In Charles Dickens’ two novels, Great Expectations and Oliver Twist, Dickens challenges the conventional idea of parentage and suggests that through generosity anyone can become a guardian and have a major impact on the emerging

As more and more people filled the room, I asked Jane why they had hired so quickly if they already had so much help.

New Year's Eve on the beach, black as the never ending space. The beach spread around the verge of the city consummately blending with the rocks and boardwalk, Dazzling glistening water reflecting from the bright full moon. 11:57pm, it was about to be 2020. I felt the clock ticking in my head counting down the seconds, I already had my resolution... Take risks. I stood up, looking around the beach at the lines of people on blankets. Couples sharing a romantic kiss in the moonlight. Most of the families, parents sharing a bottle of wine and the kids being spastics, going skits and running round like crazy. I looked at my watch, 11:59 , and I looked at up in the sky and the countdown starts, 10.. 9.. 8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1... I look around for the fireworks, bewildered but all I see is a light in the distance. I squint and see a light that looks like a muffin. I laughed but shock hits me as the whole town's lights go out. I stood surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. Babies cry, children scream, it's utterly pandemonium. I hold my little sister Ruth. “everything is grand.”

“Hey dad,” Laura asked as she skipped into the kitchen, noticing her dad was reading the newspaper, “can we go for a boat ride today, and maybe do a little fishing?”

“Momma look!” This little girl was standing on hill, the wind blowing her dress and hair in all different directions. This was the perfect time to do what she loved; fly her kite.

If he is innocent then why don’t we go through your families belongings to find out more evidence on Jillian?

"Baekhyun! Time for school!" His aunt shouted through his door. He groaned and rolled onto his back. At least yesterday he thought he'd get a quiet and nice ride to school, now he was stuck with Chanyeol. He'd forgotten to throw his clothes in the laundry, but lucky enough for him he found decent smelling clothes. He threw them on and headed into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and ate a couple bites of his breakfast. His appetite still hadn't returned, he would only eat for his aunt's benefit.

One day a long time ago, a little innocent girl named the winged lady was born. The people of the high village all had wings but, this little girl was born with no wings. Her parents were the queen and the king of the high village and they expected this girl to be the perfect little girl. So they believed that she was just behind and that her wings would eventually grow. So as time went on she reached the age of Twenty years old. She had never changed she got older but her wings never grew and she felt out because all of her friends grew their wings and were so beautiful and perfect. So she decided she was going to find the creator which he lived way above on the land of creations. But she had know way to get there so she set out on to a journey to find help.

In a town called Death Valley, a little 9 year old boy named Scott lived with his mom and dad. They lived in the middle of nowhere with just a forest in their area. His parents were not very nice and didn’t make a lot of money because all they did was go to parties. Scott had no friends and he just had a rusty old xbox he found in his house. Scott was always left home alone and his parents would not come home until 3 in the morning.

Sirens could be heard from all over the city. The news was on in every house, reporters saying “Convicted of robbery, Emily Stanford seen running down the streets of New York. The last we saw her was she was heading down to the bus stations. If anyone has any information on where she is going please call the police station.”