Short Story Essay

If the story, A Worn Path, would have continued, it would tell about her travel back home. Before the story ended, Phoenix Jackson was heading home to give her grandson his medicine. To continue the story, when Phoenix Jackson got back home, she sets the windmill, that she had got at the store with the ten cents that she had acquired on her journey to retrieve he medicine, down on a little table that was sitting beside her grandson, who hadn’t moved from the position that she had last seen him.…

Bass vibrated through the floorboards, and ambient noise from the plethora of drunk and stoned students below flowed up the stairs and filtered through the crack in the bedroom door, but the volume was low, and a welcome accompaniment to presence of Sofia. With rumours of Harry Houlihan's performance about to begin, spreading through the Frat House, all those couples making use of the spare bedrooms had stampeded to the ground floor, leaving Doug, Stephen and the gorgeous raven-haired Sofia…

Gilbert is fighting with his cousin. Again. Said cousin's wife is not paying attention and carrying all the bags, as the two men walk down the street in front of her, bickering. Elizaveta sighs, the warm moisture turning opaque in the cold air. Her feet keep slipping on the patches of ice that coat the path, but of course neither of her companions notice, let alone offer to help. "Red light," she says loudly. When they don't stop, she squeezes in between them and blocks their path. "It would…

Imagine for a moment yourself, and two friends, in a fantasy world of intrigue, mystery and danger. You are inhabitants in this land along with a host of other incredible characters of all imaginable races and abilities. There is a multitude of fantastic fauna and flora for you to discover and amazing places for you to explore. You and your two friends find yourselves on a quest of immense importance and time is not on your side! Imagine with me this scene playing out something like this: The…

"I hope you're being careful, Ms. Veronica Mars. You know how that fair, fair skin loves to freckle." Logan pressed a tender kiss to her exposed shoulder, gone warm with the sun's heat. Sun, surfing, his girl in less than her usual layers of sleuthy battle armor. Logan could enjoy a pre-college summer like this. "Mmm, I was very careful, thank you. But you said you loved my freckles!" She offered a faux-offended huff, leaning into him and going back to her book. Her fingertips fiddled with…

I had only been drinking for the past couple hours when someone spoke about amontillado. This put a smile on my face because long had I wanted some wine. The man I speak of, I believed because he had not given me a reason to disbelieve. Yet I did have my doubts and I made it well known, mostly because I speak my thoughts when under the influence. I am a man of power and therefore I want the wine for myself, I told everyone to go how and not leave their residence until the break of dawn. I…

This was so last minute, how did they expect her to make it in time when in her previous location there wasn’t a warp pad to be seen for miles! She had to hunt one down! Hopefully discipline for her tardiness and disorderly conduct won’t be too severe…? Consequently, if it wasn’t a diamond who would dole out punishment then it was gonna be the particularly snappy quartz soldier she had bumped into that would. The soldier had turned, punching Hematite’s shoulder from behind. “Hey! Watch where…

One those four names, he saw a green stamp with a check mark. There was a list of other people with a red stamp saying deceased. Scrolling through the files with red stamps, he sighed deeply. Many of the experimentees had died trying to achieve their own Manifestation without any luck. Putting the folder down for a minute, he took a break from the pictures. Seeing the top members of the Sangrine Syndicate alive. He didn’t feel like looking through the rest of the files, but his curiosity got the…

impact in every story. Stories have moods and characters that are affected by the change of setting. Whether it’s a chapter book, or a children’s story, it will most likely have a setting. I personally find life as a big story with a major setting. If i could write about life it would be an endless. “To build a fire” had a very realistic setting. When I was reading the story as well as when I was watching the movie, I felt cold. It made me feel like i was actually there in the story with them. I…

over the world. I was ambivalent of the reason- why were we travelling to a graveyard? “Time would tell,” Steve answered discreetly. McRoul had given me a story- the sole story written by him- to read. The smooth road and the cloudy sky gave me an ethical reason to sail through the excitement of the pages piled in front of me in the form of a story:- ““Rellson, drive faster. The police’s just behind us!” Steve yelled. “I sometimes feel that you are incompetent at driving….” “Duh…wear your…