American short stories

The Rebirth of an American Solider Darkness surrounds the evening sky. The stars were peeking out from their dark home. It looked as if God took a straight pin, poked a sheet of paper with tiny holes. Crickets softly played their symphony as the world slept. James laid in his bunk, staring off into the darkness. He wondered what the day had in store for him. The night watchman quietly walked his route, like a thief in the night. The night watchman approached James’s bunk and noticed that

His mother stumbled as the storm broke. Gabe was closer and scooped her up, urging his father quickly over the creek at the bottom of the ravine and up the other side. He held the lamp high as Mama complained that he should set her down. He bounced her higher in his arms so that she grabbed tightly to his neck. Confidently, he headed toward a sheltering slab of granite to the right of the trail. He’d used this shelter before. Papa had taught him every step of these trails had been trod thousands

Many objects have a story to tell. Those stories can be very historical and eventful. Some are not just objects, but structures and monuments. Some are even unexplainable and have been studied for years. Native Americans have many stories and objects to tell stories to other generations. The headdress had a very important part in the story of how the Native Americans survived the fight for this land. The fight between the Indians, Cougars, and Vikings was a great battle in Georgia history that is

of school. She wonders what it will be like. She is going to an all new school. It is an African American school obviously. It’s the year of 1955, another school year ready to be begun. She is black, so she isn't allowed to go to all white schools. She is obviously an African American. You can easily tell by the chestnut skin, the hazel eyes, and her black braided hair. She is wearing a pink, short-sleeved shirt, (with flowers she sewed on herself), and a nice jean skirt. She also wore some pretty

It is a great thing to be an American. You can do things you never thought were possible. Matt was a true American. Long grew up in Vietnam, Matt grew up in America. He was a brave, excited, and accepting child. When he was eight, he left behind his life. Only one day after the crash of the C-5A, Long was interviewed about going to America. He answered with anticipation especially the last question when he replied, “I am so happy to see you…At the airport!” Hours later, he bravely clambered into

looking forward to this, I thought, with a cheeky grin spreading over my face, bouncing up and down behind him. The man showed me a towering flag that was twice my size. As I carefully observed the cloth and colors, I realized that it wasn’t the American Flag. I pouted up at the flag, trying to use my eyes to change its form, the same way I had seen a superhero do in a cartoon I had watched. It didn’t work. I tried again, maybe if

and swears. Todd, who by that time felt confident in his ability to speak and understand Spanish, could not understand the man’s hurried speech. When the man finishes yelling, everyone at the table leaps up, rushing about the hut and grabbing their American guests’ belongings. They shove computers into sacks of rice and hide clothing in the thatch roof. Other villagers arrived, taking other belongings and Todd, bewildered by the sudden action, jumps up and runs into bedroom, where his ex-wife tells

I was great talking to you today. I haven't been home very long, and I am watching a program called American Ripper. It's about this poor guy whose ancestor was H. H. Holmes and interesting although too dramatized. Almost none of our ancestors killed anyone except in self-defense so remember it could always be worse... As I told you Grandpa Shelton was a rounder but I imagine he had to be to survive. He had a sawmill, and in those days they used mules to work the logs and move the mill. Where towns

at me as if I was crazy, then they all stood up, and I threw the basketball to one of them. Soon after, more children began to peek out of their apartments and make their way over to us to join in on the playing. Mostly, the children were African American with heavy accents that sounded Jamaican or African. The children who came out ranged from age three all the way up to thirteen or fourteen years old. The little girls made bracelets of all different colors by tying together pipe cleaners and using

It should be called thanksgiving I thought you natives were totally against us at the start” Later that Saturday and Sunday, the feast began. In the beginning, the Europeans had no clue about these native Americans and what they were to do to them. But at the end of the periods of time, the Europeans spent with them they have definitely learned a lot. The wood tables were all set up, the potatoes, mallard, and the huge turkey were all on the table, the