Short story

Connor Cole Mr. Davis ELA9, Period 3 EA 2.1 Short Story 14 March 2018 The Monster Have you ever thought about what you’d find if you actually looked, what type of monstrous things would you find in your most desperate hour, what evil you’ll find if you actually look around? Well I’ve got a story for you now. Charles wakes up and realizes that he passed out on his mother’s couch and just as he wakes up his mother walks in and yells “Happy 23rd birthday Charles” she tells him that she…

i'm kaly and this is what happened “Let’s go to the old house mick” I said it was a bad idea but we did it anyway . And then the door open by itself and it closed back then mick knocked it once and he dared me to do it and i did it twice and when i look up i saw a lady up i the window. I what home me and mick skype each other when someone knock on my door for signing up for something and by the time I want back to the computer mick was gone and i thought he was playing at first and then i…

Moving to Charleston Mr. Bishop became ill. Years later, his family placed him in the Mountaineer Nursing Home. After visiting her grandfather many times he began sharing his stories about Putney Mountain and the secrets of Howardsville. Without knowing if they were true, she listened. Each time he told a different story. Sometimes he’d repeat them, but the details never…

As the darkness of the horizon nibbled away the sun, the remaining ember set the sky aflame. Wood chips shot off the resilient trunk, as the silver-plated axe wielded by the bulky arms of the woodchopper dug into the trunk. Now bare and naked, its resilience absent. Drops of sweat tumbled down woodchopper’s side burns, dampening his thick, coarse and choppy beard. Fearful eyes of the forest, witnessing their homes savagely cleaved within the blanket of dense fog. The woodchopper’s rhythm echoed…

eyes. Highly respected and working with many different people on a regular basis paled to the exposure Japes enjoyed with literally hundreds of thousands of patrons during his hoteliers life giving him a distinctive background. A relatively mundane story to Japes concerning hotel behavior triggered…

Pathway She starts off slow and steady. Her pace is brisk, but this is only her warm-up. But with every step, she doubts herself, knowing this was a stupid mistake. Her shoes are too tight, her headphones are falling out, and she just knows she won’t be able to feel as great as she used to. She rounds a comer of the forested path, and she increases the sound of her music by a notch or two. She keeps on jogging, navigating tree roots and questioning why she even decided to go for a run. As the…

Lukas put down his worn down pencil in between the pages of his most recent journal entry. He carefully shut the journal making sure no pages would unnaturally crease due to recklessness. He lifted himself up from his writing desk slowly. His neck and back aching from being hunched over his journal, scrawling in their history and his opinions. A task worth the pain. He slowly extended his arms and rolled his head in attempt to loosen his stiff joints. He walked out of his cabin, recruits passing…

Guinevere stood on the steps of her ex-boyfriend Arthur’s flat. She took a steadying breath before she walked into the building, wondering how he would receive her when she knocked on his door. They had not seen one another in six months, not since he decided they needed to “take a break.” Although he started contacting her the very next day after their split, begging for a second chance, Gwen ignored him. “I fucked up, Gwen. Please talk to me. Meet me for lunch, coffee, anything. I’ll do…

“But Spinks is evil! What teacher would suggest an educational trip to the Globe Theater for spring break?!” I continued to mope. My mom continued to toss things into my suitcase, considering I was protesting by refusing to pack myself. I decided to press the issue further by adding “A loving mother would take me to Florida with the rest of her children!” With an exasperated sigh, my mom put down the shirt she was folding and turned to me. “Jena,” my mom finally acknowledged me, “you’re…

here maybe they could help us.” Kayla replied “Dannie we are not supposed to talk to strangers” “They might be able to help us Kayla.” Dannie answered. They then left Dannie’s bike by Kayla’s and started walking to the strangers house, it was a two-story house and the outside of it was covered in ivy, but there was an old lady sitting outside. Kayla decided to stay by the street and let Dannie go talk to the elder lady, Dannie walked up the steps, “Hello ma’am, my sister wrecked her bike do you…