Short Story Essay

The room was silent as Todd sent the message, the man just staring at the screen and re-reading his words, deciding if he'd attempt to trace Yardy or leave that to Hannah, all sorts of thoughts running through his head, and even after twenty seconds impatient for a reply. As if the cat could sense he needed encouragement, when Todd finally cleared his immediate thoughts of Hannah, Biggles stretched and padded across the floor, to nuzzle against his arm. "Hey Biggles." Scrathing under the tabby's

“So if your father is still alive, then why aren’t you guys together?”, I ask as we all sit in the living room in front of the warm fireplace of the old home. “My father isn’t well.”, she says abruptly with a stern, but sad tone of voice. Ray and I glance at each other then look back at Colleen, “He’s sick and I don’t think he has long, I’ve been out here trying to find more supplies for him.”, she says looking down, “When the sun comes up, I need to go back to him”. I feel so bad for her and I can

"Here I thought this was cramped when I was stuck in here alone," Cat mutters, voice barely above a whisper. If they're on schedule they're still more than half an hour away from inspection, but old habits die hard and it's better to be safe than sorry. And Kara has to admit she does have a point. There isn't a lot of room in the compartment to begin with, and Kara is in full armor in case they have to burst out fighting. The only good thing is the fact the compartments are built into the walls and

The fire had died down, and it became difficult to see the cards anymore. Andy collected and counted his runs and matches, but he had nothing on Alarick, to whom he lost few more dollars. “Well, that’s a game, Alarick,” he said, extending a hand. They shook. “Gute Nacht.” “Goodnight.” And they went, Alarick to his hammock and Andy to his cot, to await the early Andean sunrise, and Sofia’s breakfast. The next morning Marco woke him. The sun had already entered the room, and all was bright and

heard about Bob Ford and his ways. Austin knew that this man’s value was long over due. Jess entered Austin’s room one last time and said, “It’d be best if we made a visit to our ladies. They need to know that we might not be returnen’. Make it short and sweet so your brains don’t go to mush.” “I’ll do that Jess. I was going to anyway.” “Good. Just be honest with her. Oh, have you eaten today?” Austin replied sarcastically, “Yes Jess. A man aught not die on an empty stomach. I got it.”

It was a cold Paris evening. A man in a dark suit stops in front of the Eiffel tower, takes a breath, whistles and walks to the nearest cafe. The man walked into the cafe, ordered a cappuccino, and sat down. Several minutes later, two other men walk in, order drinks and join the first man. “Tonight’s the night gentlemen. You all know the rendezvous point? 0100 hours.” The man got up and left the building, leaving his drink unfinished. The two men left at the table were visibly stunned. They

The Short Story Analysis Short stories can share themes, motifs, symbols, consequences, and plot lines, even if there is never any intention to share a common element between the stories. The stories can be written close together or in different decades and still be linked to the one another. They can also be worlds apart with different meanings in the end, but that does not stop them from having similar ideas expressed within them. The following three stories, “Lagoon” by Joseph Conrad, “The Rocking

“Is that Chief Seattle over there?” I asked, feeling a bit intimidated with this man’s presence. Just one look at the deep lines in his face told volumes about his rugged life, a man who knew the full depth of both pain and sorrow, and yet a man whose veins the spirit of God ran through day and night. “That’s him, Buddy, and he hasn’t moved away from that table since he came back. Just sits there looking out into space,” Sam remarked. “What’s his problem?” I asked “Ah, he’s bummed out.” “About

It tempts her everyday-it has for as long as she can remember. It glistens in the sunlight, ripe with morning dew. The silky threads beckon. She inches toward the web, crossing thresholds she hasn’t dared to before. Surely just getting a little closer won’t do any harm. Suddenly, she finds herself at the foot of the intricate network of fibers. She begins to climb, relishing in the soft strands that caress her, oblivious to how tangled she’s getting. I stare at my plate of spaghetti, pushing it around

“Well sir, apparently our invitation must have gotten lost in the mail so we took it upon ourselves and dropped in.” General Lewis smiled, “Always the smartass Lieutenant, always the smartass.” Everyone laughed. The story that Lieutenant Williams had been telling had just become a fact, General Lewis recognizing the Seals had reinforced what the Lieutenant told them. “General Patrick, we should get these boys out of here into a place where we can speak privately.”