Short Story Short Essay

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

"Hello, dyke," Jessica said once I was seated. "Finally, a morning you're not dry humping your girlfriend."

And when she wasn't looking this girl sat right next to her and asked her name. She didn't say anything, not because she didn't like this person is that she was surprised she asked her name. The girl just sat there and waited for her to say her name.

It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.

In 5th grade, I wasn't the nicest person nor were my friends at that point. There was this girl and her name was

She was tall, almost as tall as me. With long brown and blonde ombré hair that stopped at her waist. Her skin was a smidge pale and her nose stuck up just a tiny bit. All and all based of a first impression I thought she was a fairly normal college girl. Oh man how wrong was I.

The day started off normally, I woke up at my bed feeling the bright warm sunlight on my face. As I get off of my bed and looked out of the window,

Human behavior is one of the most studied and talked about traits of human beings, for it makes us who we are after all. It is prevalent in books, movies, stories, and most importantly life, everything we do involves it. In all of the short stories we read, aspects of human behavior where the basis of the writings. The short stories "A Rose For Emily" and "Barn Burning" show excellent human reactions to life's challenges through the themes of social status and death.

Hiding behind fallen hair, she rubbed her palms against her jeans (Jacob and Emma both changed into more inconspicuous clothing).

Short Story A cold Tuesday morning in November DCI Evans is on his way to work pondering on what the day will bring. he enters his office when a colleague opens his door and asks. "James do you want a coffee?" the detective replies "Yes sure thanks" his colleague leaves.

The sun was shining down on my face as I laid in the hammock asleep. Inside my house was quiet, it was just me.

so that he also may catch a glimpse of a fairy. As Luke begun to run

     The short stories “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “The Short Happy Life of Francis Mocomber” were both written by world renowned author Ernest Hemingway. The two stories are written completely unrelated to each other; however, both stories have vast similarities in the time and place in which they take place. Hemingway is a writer that is very methodical in his word choices. When reading these two stories a second time the reader finds considerable differences in the writing style the author uses in each story. To demonstrate, three sentences from each story will be compared and contrasted to show the differences in word usage, word connotation, and to find which story is written better. The initial pair

It was an incredibly normal summer day. The sunlight on my skin was a euphoric distraction from the everyday stress of my life, the sound of the waves coming off Norway Lake a rhythm that nearly had me sleeping. The sand stinging my back and legs was a cruel reminder that the nirvana I was experiencing only came from forgetting what was really going on around me. My best friend Justin was going to be showing up soon. I had to work later that night, and my mother had a court date early in the morning the next day, so I knew that I’d have to wake up early to make breakfast for my family and help my mom get paperwork together.

As she gently stirred out of a deep sleep, with closed eyes, Hannah began to stretch.