Short fiction

She walked closer, moving toward the south side of the mound as the ground gently sloped that direction. As she rounded the west edge of the mound she was startled into motionlessness by the discovery of a window in the side of the mound. A window rising out of the ground, roofed with sod and even sporting closed curtains. Curtains? Reds began to laugh aloud. Her child’s peeling laughter filled the mound clearing. The curtains were whipped open and Chuck’s startled face was looking out at her. “You

What makes up a good fiction story? In a fiction short story the reader wants to be drawn in and connect with the story being told. As the reader we are looking for action, anticipation, or even go on an adventure with characters throughout the story. We also want to be able to bond with these characters so that it feels as if we are experiencing their journey or struggles with them, even if it is fictional. According to Joseph Kelly’s introduction to his textbook, The Seagull Reader: Stories, his

Three elements of fiction are used in the short story, “The Revolt of ‘Mother.” Elements of fiction are used in novels and stories to make them more effective. These elements in the story will be used from the beginning to the end of the novel or short story. These elements are also active and relate to each of the other elements dynamically. “The Revolt of ‘Mother” is about the Penn family and about how the father decided to build a new barn in the exact same place he said that he was going to build

In short fiction is important to have a complex protagonist character. Characters exist largely for the purpose of moving the story along from one plot point to the next. The reader experiences the story through the eyes of the protagonist. A good development of the main character makes a good story. Based on Edgar Allan Poe’s quantifications as what constitutes a short fiction story protagonist, Sergeant Price, in Phil Klay’s work, “Redeployment” is an excellent example of a short fiction protagonist

out corresponding elements of fiction or themes throughout their works and this can be revealed through analyzing them. The elements of fiction are plot, setting, character, symbol, and point of view. These factors aid in constructing the overall theme of a story. In the short stories “The Story of an Hour” and “The Storm”, both written by Kate Chopin, it is axiomatic that Chopin deliberately constructs similarities and differences in her stories’ elements of fiction and themes, which sets the stage

The sound of clomping hooves on stone and huffing of horses woke them from their slumber. Sacrosa Luatirn and Richard, hands and feet bound, with aching backs, were dressed in shaggy grey clothes which barely fit. They couldn't even remember how they got into the situation they were in at the moment; riding in an open horse drawn carriage driven by Imperials. Richard was the first to move, a doleful fog covered the land, the sky was a dark grey as it drizzled. He could barely see a thing other than

"Greenleaf," "Everything that Rises Must Converge," and "A Good Man is Hard to Find" Introduction To the uninitiated, the writing of Flannery O'Connor can seem at once cold and dispassionate, as well as almost absurdly stark and violent. Her short stories routinely end in horrendous, freak fatalities or, at the very least, a character's emotional devastation. Working his way through "Greenleaf," "Everything that Rises Must Converge," or "A Good Man is Hard to Find," the new reader feels an existential

Just a while ago I read the realistic fiction short story, “Eleven” by Sandra Cisneros. Rachel’s day started out just like any other day, only today wasn’t any other day. Today was her eleventh birthday. It was supposed to be perfect, Rachel’s mom was making a cake and when her dad got home, they would all sing “Happy birthday, happy birthday to you.” When Rachel got to class things were different than she expected. It all started when Mrs. Price asked who’s sweater it was that had been in the coat

tropical tree. they looked around and all they saw was trees and forest animals, snakes, Monkeys and Birds. “ Check your pockets!” Jacob said. “ I only have some headphones with some crumbs of Chex mix” Tim said.Jacob and Tim were only wearing shorts and some old torn socks “Jacob i think we should go find some food and shelter I’ll try and find some food” said Tim Jacob was looking for some shelter and when he was walking he saw a man and some people but he say this tall stocky old man in the

Leo groaned, his head was fogged and pounding painfully against his skull. It hurt to much to try and open his eyes, it felt like his eyelids were sewn shut. “L-Leo,” He felt a light, but urgent tapping on his arm, and he forced him eyes open, holding back a pained wince at the dim light. Mikey was curled on the floor next to him, looking exhausted, but physically fine. The younger looked down at him, forcing a tight grin at him. He swallowed what little saliva was in his mouth and forced himself