What Is The Story Of A Short Story

He crawls through the gnarled jungle growth and along the shore until he makes it to a fortress/chateau managed under the watchful eye of the gun-toting butler/in-house torture specialist, Ivan. There he m eets his host, a shady character named General Zaroff.

Jason are get lost in a forest and while in this forest Gareth gets in a fight with a female wildcat that, Gareth and the wildcat roll into the pushes, Jason goes running after Gareth but is suddenly stopped by a man hold a spear right towards his throat. The man takes Jason away to his tribe where Jason becomes a slave. Jason must figure a way of getting free.

Smiled consumes its victims into complete darkness, insanity, and regret. One of its most terrifying kills is one of an unlucky rich boy, Stanley. His unfortunate events begin from a walk home from school. You would think Stanely’s life was great, it was, according to everyone but him. He was indeed perfect, had everything he needed, friends, good looks, and the future heir to the families’ business. Although he had everything, Stanley strived more from life, he felt like life was a bore. But sometimes, he felt like he was not there for himself. How could someone not be there for themselves? On his walk home, Stanley felt he was different something, something, was not right. Afterwards, after a meal with his parents, Stanely kicks out the maid from his room and falls into a deep slumber. Across his mind, he sees something, not human but something odd. Jolting up, he sees obsidian colored hands knocking at the window, getting dizzy as the number of hands multiplies. He tries to leave, run, but his body stays glued to the bed. Subsequently, It's been happening for weeks, Stanley knows that the smiled is haunting him every day the only thing he sees is the Smiled, as he slowly and painfully going into complete insanity. He can’t help the feeling, that the only thing he sees is the bloody smile of the Smiled. He then resorts to suicide. Attempting to overdose on pills, he feels his skin start to boil and bubble as the Smiled appears. Stanley tries to run resulting in him escaping turning around to see his body still lying there. The Smiled turns to look at Stanley as he starts stabbing Stanley’s body, but he feels every horrid action the Smiled does to him. Finally, the Smiled eats Stanely as a whole as Stanley becomes one with his body again. Horrified, he rips out the Smiled’s stomachs open, but the Smiled intestines wrap around Stanley's neck choking him. Trying to pull his self away, he realizes his arms are no longer his but the Smiled’s. Stanley was right, his body was not his. To conclude, the death of Stanley was a terrifying death caused by the Smiled, that leads its victims to a deadly doom.

It was a dark sunday, jonathan was unpacking his items in his new house.”uhh, this weighs a ton.”, he said to himself. When he finished everything he sat on his couch and drank a glass of coke. As the day got darker he went to kfc to get food, he arrived home and took a bite he kept chewing and chewing but he couldn’t swallow it, it was as hard as rubber. The next morning he woke up feeling week as if someone was on him. He thought it was from all the moving. He invited his friend alex later that day, alex walked in feeling sick. They talked and went out to eat. They both went their separate ways after the day.

LITTLE WILL PENNY sat behind a dustbin in an alley just off a quiet commercial street somewhere in London listening to the sounds of the holidays. Christmas music floated above the din of traffic. A rotund old man in whiskers, glasses and a long red coat rang a bell in front of a candy shop. Kids pulled their mums and dads along the sidewalks searching for treasures in toy stores. Twinkling lights spread muted color into the gloom of the alley.

Santiago lived in a poor neighborhood for his entire life with his mother and older brother. His mother worked 3 jobs to support their family because their father left to marry another woman and leave her in the dust. She never let it get her down. From the start of schooling he was intelligent, he got good grades and wanted to learn. When Santiago was 7, his brother always started fights with their mom due to the fact that he was jumped into a gang. She didn’t want her son to be shown that type of violence that she tried to avoid as a child. Hearing all of this yelling made him desensitized to it. At 14 Santiago was lured by his brother to his gang by saying that he was going to take him and go and see a movie and was “jumped” in. He was beaten to near death. He was carried back home by his brother. His mother saw him, she started to cry and called the hospital and was rushed there. After that, he was accepted into the gang. He changed drastically. He used to be in all the honors classes and participated in sports. Now he got failing grades, turned rebellious, and became cold and distant. His mother felt so disappointed in him. He had such a great future to leave this horrible place, and he threw his gift away. Santiago became engulfed in rage against his brother. He had the realization that because of him, he lost everything. He took out all of his anger on him and beat the absolute shit out of him when his mother was at work around 12 PM. Santiago ran out the house to

As I got out of the car, and began to walk to the big front doors of the building he noticed a ton of other kids that looked pretty serious.

The sun was setting on what seemed like a normal winter day, but the people in the nearby town would never guess that on that very normal day they would find the remains of one of the bloodiest massacres ever to take place in their quaint, little town. Now, I’m sure that you want to know what happened, am I right? So, if I’m going to tell you the story, I’m going to tell it right. In order to do that we need to go back to the night before last. Now, I must warn you. This story is not for the faint of heart, nor for children or the elderly. This story is for those of dark hearts, those who are able to look into the darkness, unlike our dear killer, and not be engulfed. So, my dear readers, I must bid you ‘good luck’ and remember, don't look into the darkness that is contained in this story for too long, or I'm afraid you won't make your way back to the world you now know.

“Tara” I said, my face burning hot red. “That evil little manipulating b-” “What time is it?” Selene interrupted. “What are you talking about? “The note” Up until that I had completely forgotten about it. “It’s 4:59” Seth said, looking down at his watch. “The apocalypse starts in precisely 30 seconds.” We all looked grimly at each other. How were we supposed to stop Zeus’s attack on Earth? We weren’t gods anymore, we were just humans. And since Tara had stolen our weapons and ran off, we were completely defenseless. Suddenly, I remembered. “Anubis!” I exclaimed. We rushed into the living room to find Anubis still on the ground, trying to get up. His head was bleeding badly, and his hair stuck to his face. I to his side to help him. “What happened?” He said groggily. “Tara attacked you from behind then stole all of our weapons.” Seth remarked, scowling. “Our Tara?” Anubis replied. “Goddess of compassion? She did that?” “ Ex-Goddess of compassion.” Seth retorted. Suddenly, we heard a loud BOOM. The whole house was shaking. Seth and Selene fell to the ground while Anubis and I held on to the floor for dear life. The rumbling stopped. “5:00” Seth said. “Right on time.” We ran outside to see what had happened and we were welcomed with a cloud of dust. We all started coughing. We ran into the cloud of dust only to see a huge crater. The crater looked to be about 10 feet deep, and inside that crater was pure darkness. Or, at least, it looked like pure darkness. But suddenly,

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

As Clemmie skipped down the main stairs to the ground floor, she hummed the rhyme that had been niggling at the back of her mind all day long. Where did the song come from? She had no idea. Perhaps it was an old playground song, or one her mother used to sing...or…

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.

Once upon a time in Ancient Greece on the isle of Crete in a small wood near a cottage on a hill outside the city of knossos the hero andrew was chopping firewood. when he heard the snapping of twiggs behind him he quickly turns around and raises the axe ready to swing but to his surprise he sees the very chiron legendary centurtur and riding on his back the legendary hero theseus, Andy dropped the axe and he was speechless. But after a minute or so he finally managed to say “you...your…….you're real?”

“For us,” I repeated, as if I’d always known it. Thinking back, I realized that I had known it.

Early in the morning, a little boy was playing in the sand. In the market, a little girl was running around, slipping through people and pick pocketing them. They were both around the age of 9. The girl was wearing a dirty white dress that went down to her ankles with no shoes on; her hair was long and was a golden color like the sun. She sneaked out before anyone realized they were being robbed and ran towards the beach. He did not see the girl who was coming up behind with a wooden sword in her tiny hand.