A Short Story : A Story?

In John Steinbeck’s novel, East of Eden, a specific excerpt discusses the relationship between protagonist Adam Trask and his stepmother Alice. Growing up, Adam was without a mother figure. He constantly yearned for his mother’s love but it was never there. Adam’s biological mother killed herself early on and left him without a maternal figure. Enter Alice.

Pearl is a little bit of everything, as she symbolizes shame, affection, criminality  sacrifice, and ardor. The young girl will turn into a beautiful and surprisingly wise as she grows up throughout the story.

As the sun was rising the RV returned in the same spot that it was before parked right in front of us. The door flew open and Dad came flying out the door.Negan then spoke "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Dad didn't know how to answer him and was looking around in shock and disbelief. Negan then yelled "Speak when you're spoken to." Which made me jump at the sudden elevation in his voice. Dad said "Okay, Okay." Negan said "It was about the way you looked at me I wanted to change that.I wanted you to understand.But you're still looking at me the same damn way like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?" Dad said "Yeah." Negan laughed and said "Alright.And here it is -- the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess."Negan pointed to Carl and said "Kid right here. Kidnow." Carl got up and walked over to Negan and as Carl walked over to him Negan smiled at me. Then he looked back at Carl and said "You a southpaw?" Carl asked "Am I a what?" Negan rephrased "You a lefty?" Carl said "No." "Negan said "Good." and he took off his belt and wrapped it around Carl's arm and asked "That hurt?" "No." Carl replied. Negan had a smile on his face and said "Should. It's supposed to. Alright get

Brisbane is a great Australian city and it is an ultimate destination for opening a new business.Gaming store business in Brisbane is achieving success on account of its high entertainment value. Most people are coming in the gaming stores to play their favorite video game to buy the favorite and latest game. People of Brisbane are found to be passionate towards video games. The recent research for audience of video games shows Brisbane has large audience who love to play video games. A gaming store in Brisbane can enable to spend each day with fun and joy. Opening a gaming store is moderately challenging and it can be accomplished by planning a proper business strategy. An avalanche of video games has become

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

It was raining. It was gloomy. It was dark. Everything that Yoongi adored about the rain. The sound of his teacher's voice made him turn his head from the cold foggy window.

“If anyone can hear me...we”--cough, cough-- “ we... this much smoke in here, we gotta...we gotta get out,” the man screamed.

After waiting more than an hour in the parking lot for Marlene to arrive, Katherine was ready to go home when she saw the old familiar Malibu pull into the parking lot, and rushed behind the building so her daughter wouldn’t see her. Peeking around the corner, Katherine watched Marlene get out of the car, go to the driver’s side and kissed him passionately, before waltzing across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. Katherine watched as her the raven-haired beauty with a reputation for being high maintenance get in the red Mercedes and drive out of the parking lot.

“Where is my brush? I swear I just filled up my bottle, too! Where is everything?” Alex sighs, her frustration displayed on her face. Groaning, she turns and puts her hair into two high pigtails, her hair cascading down her shoulders, flowing like black froth. Although her hair was curly, it fell in soft waves when brushed. If she doesn’t brush her hair, soft ringlets fall down her back, cascading over her shoulders. She groans, her face scrunching up, as she walks outside with another bottle. A slight blur sounds on her right, but as she looks, it’s gone.

Gavin hands me a cup with a lid,wrote on a piece of tape says ‘Gavin A.’ “Well if this doesn't work let me know,I’m next door after all” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for your...um...contribution...” He blushes and touches the spot where I kissed him. “It's no problem.I mean it's our duty to society,so what do I do now?” “Well I was about to go to the store...so I guess leave maybe?” He gives me a hug, turns to leave but stops “Hey if you ever need a friend I do live next door so maybe if it's OK with you,we can have lunch sometime?”I nod,smiling,he leaves. I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I take down my braids.My brown hair is a mess,it's wild and untamed. It's curly because the braids I had in earlier. My blue eyes become an ocean as I began to sob thinking about my family. I turn on the shower.

The girl, laying in her warm bed, was staring. She was staring up at the ceiling, this happened every night, a bed was supposed to give comfort yet it makes her anxious. She had only moved to her new house in a secluded part of her neighborhood, and only a week in strange things started to occur. Something was here and it wasn’t playing games, she knew it wasn’t after the first incident with *it.* The girl had finally moved everything into her house, exhausted from the work and doing it alone. She had gone upstairs to her bedroom yet the door wouldn’t open. It was a narrow hallway, and it seemed that every door in the hallway had locked themselves. Of course, it wouldn’t have freaked her out as much if it weren’t for the door that closes off the hallway from the stairs had also locked as well. She had been trapped, she couldn’t do anything but wait to see if someone would come over but they never came.

The world was as normal as it had always have been and nothing was out of the ordinary. Jason had finally achieve his dream of being a detective who brings murders to justice. He always wanted to prove to himself that one day, he would be the one to bring justice. However, there were some issues with his health that held him from being put out in the field, but all he care about was his dream to care about anything else. He had recurring problem that held him back from doing the thing he always wanted to do, his one meaning in his life, his job, but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

Shaking, I stand up, trying to steady my body and my mind. I make my way across the lot back onto the street. I start towards my house once again.

The summer had seemed too short for Maxine Caulfield and anxiety filled her as she loaded her school bag and prepared for her first day back to class.

He was right there in front of me, kneeling with arms out-stretched, waiting for me to jump in them. His face was indistinguishable because of the shadow his cover cast upon it, but a smile was clearly on his face; and I knew, my eyes shining with emotion, were reflected somewhere under that cover. I ran to him as fast as my legs could carry me, but before I could reach him, the world around me transformed and I was alone once more. I was outside, in front of my climbing tree, around its trunk was the ribbon. I hated this ribbon and wished with all my might that I could tear it down. It was the yellow service ribbon- a, "ribbon of waiting" my mother used to call it. It was nothing but a reminder, a signal to everyone around us. All it did was mock me with its presence, mocked me with the cruel reminder that the man I was running after would always be just out of my grasp, unattainable to me.