Short Story Essay

He stood with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out, which looked strange because he was so short “It’s dinner time boys. After the long day of work you guys had, you deserve it,” The man said. “Alright Mr. Hammond, we’ll be right in.” Charlie said, but as Mr. Hammond began to leave, Charlie said something else, “Mr. Hammond, I’ve been meaning

thought that that man had recognized him. But Hunter was wearing a mask on that night, and back then he was as thin as a twig, and by the time he had left the correctional center his body had thickened and changed. These damn Dal-Mart uniforms with the short sleeves and vests! If he were allowed to wear a long sleeve shirt, the man never would’ve seen his tattoo. But still, how could this man be sure from just one tattoo? Hunter wanted to flee, but if he did the man would certainly be sure then. Someone

A solitary figure crossed the royal prison courtyard, his strides as purposeful as the reasons for visiting the penitentiary during the stale midnight hours. His slinky, weasel like features instantly became the source of ridicule from the quartet of guards standing at the entrance gate. The combination of their whispered insults and contemptuous laughter as the lanky man approached, were not well concealed. Without a doubt their lack of discretion was purposefully intentional and, obviously, the

Then a quiet voice out of the darkness spoke. Quiet, yet confident. It was so sudden, so unexpected, even the demons surrounding them were taken aback. Zoey could tell because they had a look of surprise on their face. But it instantly faded and turned into a malicious grin. “I’ll do it. I’ll be the sacrifice.” The voice said. Zoey and Isaac turned to Noah and looked at him, so shocked it was like Zoey and Isaac just woke up from a long nap. After a quick pause, which seemed like ages, Isaac

Obviously the comment about his neighbor’s choice of font offended him in some way. The next week’s worth of messages come printed in increasingly gaudy colours and bizarre fonts that make Comic Sans look tame and normal. "I can’t even read that. Is that even a real font? Did you scribble something onto a piece of paper and scan it in? Honestly." A few hours later his printer hums to life and he glances up from his sketchbook. Screw you, I have beautiful handwriting. Jihoon can only assume

An hour later, his leather jacket and helmet stowed with his motorbike, Phenix dropped from the twenty-foot high rammed earth wall of the temple where Kalyssandra and the monks lived, landing like a sleek shadow on the ground. He crouched low, using the heavy shrubs as cover to scan the temple perched precariously close to the natural ridgeline of the peak. There was no need for the security of a wall to cover the rear, as an intruder would need a mode of flight to gain entrance. As for mortals

Dahlia’s staggering around like a drunk person. She hugs a tree for support. When I ask Mom if she’ll be okay, Mom only shrugs her shoulders. Dahlia yells at me to join her, “Have some drinks!” she says, staggering over to where we stand. Mom says, “She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.” Dahlia says, “Jesus, mom, isn’t passed your bedtime?” Mom looks at her watch. “It is,” she says. “Are you girls okay here by yourself?” I want to tell her not to go, but I’m tired of looking weak

As Bahauddin looked into the narrow escape, he saw something blocking his path. It was a single keyhole. He climbed up the fragile ladder and tried to use each of the seven keys in the barrier. Soon, Bahauddin became frustrated and was about to give up when a sudden blast knocked him off the ladder onto the cold, hard stone. The last thing he saw was the rock crumbling above him. When Bahauddin woke up, the first thing he was aware of was the pain in his right leg. He looked over still feeling

My apologies for cutting this meeting short, but I have enough time to make a prior appointment. I hope you don’t mind.” He made a beeline for the door with her on his heels. She waved farewell, as if they were old friends while congratulating herself on a superb performance. Her mood darkened

The whiskey began to warm him, and his thoughts drifted to the cheerful faces of Tobias and Marbles on the dock. Kids like that could help him keep a pulse on the town. He remembered how the French military forces often enlisted the help of local children to notice shifts in supply lines, or find hidden paths through forests. His eyelids grew heavy as he remembered how Marbles bartered with him at the dock. As he drifted into sleep, he drifted down the dock in his mind. He was walking down Front