Short Story Essay

Jormungand’s Curse (Curse of the World Eater) I wake up being dragged into an abandoned town. The crows circling the sun waiting for me to die. Then I black out. I’m waked by a gunshot. BOOM! “I was starting to think you were not going to wake up” growled a masked man. He wore a Japanese sun hat with a robotic mask, with one red dot in the center. He had a shotgun that was black with a red stripe, a purple scope and a yellow word on it that read Suros.…

SAM’S NIGHTMARE: THE CHARRED PEOPLE What are you doing tonight Sam? Asked griffin. “Nothing, then again, I might see the new movie Inferno at the Gates Theater” said Sam. Sam invites Griffin along to watch the show. The two take the bus from school, instead of going home. They are excited about the movie. Walking up to the ticket booth, “That will be $12 dollars” stated the ticket booth guy wearing a red wrinkled shirt and long ponytail. Sam reaches into his pocket, pulling out a crisp $20…

“Turn left at the overlook and swim until you encounter a narrow opening in the cliffside. Inside is the legendary Shell of Shifting!” “What does it do?” Blake asked. She was fascinated by the story that her best friend’s grandmother was telling, although Elina herself didn’t look too interested. “It is said to be able to change the color of anything you want!” she replied. “Now, stop listening to my old tales and go play out in the reef!” Elina and Blake hadn’t been swimming for too long before…

“The Landlady” Ending “No my dear. Only you,” she said. Billy thought about all the things the landlady had said that evening. He suddenly started to shake and breathe heavily. Something struck his mind. “I know, I know…” “What is it? Speak up dear,” the landlady said as if nothing was happening in that dark, deathly moment. “Mulholland…” Billy yelled through his heavy breaths. “Missing… murdered.” Billy’s head slowly fell back onto the plump chair’s arm. His tea splattered on his chest. The…

I used to be so innocent, so naive what was the word...hmmm ? Ha ! It's candide I think, anyway I was... Weak ! A weak ass teenage dude that couldn't run more than 5 yards without panting like I was in shock, I would cry soooooo easily it's shameful a pat on the back could break me, a common cold could put me in bed for weeks, a love movie could make me cry like my grandma just died ... Yeah that kind of weak. Helplessly weak ... I'm ashamed to admit that even now I'm fairly weak, even as one…

The Heroine and the Heist It seems like time is ticking in slow motion. Alarms are ringing in my ear. Tiffany and Co is going into lockdown. “We need to take the dosh and run!” screams my partner in crime, Rob, from behind the front counter. I turn to see my reflection in one of many glass cases. The world stops as I realise the criminal who I have become. There’s no going back to my previous life. “Now!” screams Rob. I swing my crowbar into the glass. SMASH! Glass shatters into a million…

that concealed my body from the cold. It was on this night that I vividly remember the story of the Woman in the Mirror. Being unfamiliar with the urban legend, my grandmother continued to ask if I wanted to hear it, but my mom’s ‘no’ ringed throughout the air. She knew that I was going to be inevitably scared but, of course, I did not listen. I told my grandmother that I was more ready than ever to hear the story that was on the tip of her tongue. She started to speak, while shivering…

Fishing “No!!” I screamed as I saw my dad’s fishing bobber fly off the line and land on the other side of the murky, dirty pond. His last words I heard echoed in my mind “Don’t break or lose anything on my fishing pole please Emma, you are responsible for it.” My friend Liz ran over to me, she followed my gaze to where the bobber landed in the water, she didn’t say anything. “I tried to tie my Dad’s bobber on, but as you can see I didn’t do very well. I have to get the bobber,” I said with a…

I had felt for so many years, thirty years, died down within a day. All I could think about was that I hoped he was all right, wherever he was. And then I wondered. Was it decent to write about it? He was dead, it couldn’t harm him but it was his story, not mine. After having spoken with his second wife that day, three days after he died, I went back to the hotel and called my partner. “She mentioned the murder,” I said. “Really?” “Yes. But it wasn’t the same version.” “How old were you…

hit the bottom of my lip. My bottom part of my face felt numb, so I didn’t know I was bleeding until I heard Sam and Rowdi screaming, “DJ we need to get you home now!” I asked bluntly, “Why?” Then I looked down and see there was blood all over my shorts and shirt. I had no idea what to do! I was freaking out! As we got to my house my mom and dad had heard the screaming and were already outside. They went and got a wet washcloth and told me to hold it against my lip. It was probably fifteen…