Helg A Short Story

Three slices of pizza and a soda later, we were all running around like maniacs. I laughed, something I hadn’t done in a long, long time. Everyone slowly started to crash from their sugar high, and went home. Soon, I was the only one left.

After school they part ways and meet each other the next day at 6:30 AM at Nikki’s place before traveling to Toronto. The sun was not shy that morning and the girls appreciated the sweet smell of autumn. The skies were clear and they even saw flocks of birds in fascinating shapes migrating to warmer places. They ate a delicious breakfast that Anthea recently learned in her classes. As they were about to leave, Nikki remembered something important.

One way Edgar Allan Poe creates a sense of tension in the short story “The Tell-Tale Heart” is by developing an unreliable narrator. When the narrator in the story becomes suspicious of the old man's eye winds up driving him crazy and ended up killing the old man. it suggests that he this shows that he is starting to hallucinate because he knew that killing him was wrong.. This causes the reader to…..to think that the narrator is losing control himself. Later in the story it states , “I gasped for breath-and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly- more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased”( Poe 630). This quote shows how the man ended up going out of his mind because of what happened.

A young man was quietly sitting on a cliff. Above him was a clear blue sky, and before him was an endless ocean that spread as far as eyes could see. As he peacefully watched the scenery, he heard hundreds of footsteps closing in from behind him.

"What's going on here?" Tyler look at both Summer and I for answer. "Summer came to officially welcome Sacha into Rougeville High School." One of her light pink hair told Tyler. I just rolled my eyes at her lie. "Oh, yes! Just trying to welcome our new senior her." Summer smiled, confirming the lie. Tyler grinned believing what she said. "That's great Summer," His eyes landed on me. Why does this boy have to be this towards me? Especially when his girlfriend is insane obsessive over him. "I'll catch you later in class, Sacha." And with that he guided her girlfriend to a near by table as her posse stare me down. "Already made enemies with the Queen Bees, I see." I jumped up to see a dark-skinned girl right across my table. "Who are you?' I ask her. Her hair was raven black as it was puffy. Her attire consist of white shoes, pants, and jacket while her crop top was black. Throughout the time Summer and I bumping heads, the random girl had time to get her lunch and sit right next to me. "Thea Jones. The official 'nerd' at Rougeville." She said with pride. "You are a nerd? No way" I exclaimed, not believing her. "What? Do I need some big over-sized glasses to prove it?" She look at

‘’Woohoo!’’ Exclaimed Ralph, coming out of Cisco’s breach and back at the lab, as the engineer released his grip on him.

Bucky had begun his fifth circuit of their tiny living room when he heard the tell-tale thump of the busted step leading to their floor: the board was near-rotted underneath the worn carpet and always slid out a bit and back in each time you stepped on it.

He walked in, greeted his team, and asked for a scalpel. An hour or so later, Dr. Colin walked out of the room sweating but sighed in relief. With a swipe of his hand, he took off his cap and walked over to clean up himself up. Then he headed to the waiting area, found the patient’s family, and told them the good news. Smiling, he watched their anxious glances evaporate as they exhale slowly and then their looks are replaced with an air of giddiness and comfort as they hug each other and smile back at him. He gives them the usual spiel following each surgery with instructions on how to care for their patient following the procedure.

“Here’s to the best chemist the lab could have hoped for.” He glanced sidelong at Erica and grinned, running a hand through his unruly hair. “You’ll blow them away with another brilliant solution as usual,” he said, bringing the drink to his lips. Returning the grin, Erica started to raise the cup to her lips, then paused and frowned, staring intently at the ground. Pressing her free hand firmly against the dirt at the edge of the blanket, she felt the ground shiver and then saw small pebbles and rock chips vibrate.

The next two years went by, but Olivia never forgot Mrs. Lark’s words. Olivia knew what she had to do. On Friday night after school, Sophia, Claire, and Elora came over. Olivia had a surprise. She went in the bathroom, cut her hair, and changed into boy's clothes. She walked back into her room filled with silence, and they stared

“At last,” Rick said, marching towards the kitchen knocking the pillow off Rose’s head. “I’m starving.”

The third Hokage looked down at the files in his hands before looking up at the group of Jounin in front of him. He was getting tired of dealing with trivial things like assigning teachers or just holding meetings. He was getting tired of being the Hokage, maybe he could retire soon. It didn't sound like a bad idea.

“Hawke. You're awake?” Isabela asked. Reposing at her side she passed the right index around the nipple-areola of her and, smiling on hearing a small giggle.

It was a Friday, and I was in last period eagerly aching to go home for 2 days of absolute peace. All of a sudden, my heart started beating faster, faster, and faster. The room started to feel blistering hot and everything got darker. I was feeling agitated. Being a typical 17 year old, never able to take anything seriously, I decided to take a couple sips of water and carried on with the day, completely averting the issue.

Jesse felt as if her head was splitting into two as she opened her eyes slowly, the dark forest in front of her. She didn’t know where she was, she was slumped back against a tree, the car nowhere in sight. “A-Allerie,” she cried out, “Allerie!” She cried out again, louder this time. She felt worry well up inside her as she tried to search her surroundings to search for the brown tuft of hair she’s always been with. No luck. “Jack? Dean?” She tried shouting for her other friends who were with her but she still had no luck.