Keep Holding On By Susane Colasanti: A Short Story

“Good father! Are you hurt? Come with me to the House of Maivifolia. She is the most gracious host and will host you at her house,” he shouted. He sprinted, eager to aid the weary old man I must have seemed. He was tanned, but had the build of a scholar, not a warrior and his straw curls lay askew on his wise head. His eyes, blanketed in deep creases, still shone bright with their thoughts and

Her face is so small and round her features very soft. She has big beautiful deep brown eyes that glisten like honey in the sunlight, and a curtain of long lashes that brush her cheeks when she smiles. Her lips are pale pink pouty and full like two rose buds. Her almond colored skin paired with her deep brown hair makes the perfect combination. Her face is framed by the dark mane of curls, short and voluminous it moves at the slightest tilt of her head. Only being 5’4 she reaches my shoulder when standing side by side. Anything she holds looks enormous in her small dainty hands resembling a fairy’s.

“I've missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.” (Michael Jordan) So many athletes get into slumps that they think they will never overcome. It gets into their head, and then they never do well. The key is to keep trying and to never give up, the feeling of overcoming something and then excelling is the greatest feeling.

“For two hours tonight, he sits in between his parents with his arms spread out and draped behind their backs. He holds the tops of each of their heads and they nod and blankly drone on about what a wonder and a gift

“Why, I remember when you was born,” said Nancy. “Henry was just a tiny thing himself, just learning to take a few steps, when Robert and Tokola came through on their way to Fort Charlotte. Your granddaddy was so proud to be a grandpa! He bragged about how pretty a little thing you was and that like your mother, you had inherited eyes, the color of his mothers.”

Red light floods the room when the only exit opens. My heart stops, but I still stand up. I still stand up and march towards the guards here to escort me, and all the while I can feel my throat refusing to

“I’m not staring, I’m admiring. “Edward said, still looking across the cafeteria at her. Lexi had long brown hair and dark brown eyes the color of dark chocolate. She usually had her hair in a ponytail or a braid. Today

Sethe cooks all Morning at the restaurant then takes lunch home sometime she steals from the restaurant

As I get up to leave my head begins to spin. The world seems to go black. I fall to the floor.

She thinks that he looks more tired and stressed as time goes on. He still looks young, as though he hasn't aged a day since he turned forty, but his bones are cracking and the shadows under his eyes are becoming more prominent. He needs a break, but it's not as if he is willing to take one. "My father. Was he like us?"

“Aw thanks dad, I really appreciate it, but in order to go to school I have to be clothed...” Riley awkwardly, but politely cajoled. Her dad exited her colorful room without unwillingness, so she wouldn’t start the morning off with an attitude like her identical twin brother, like Casey did when their dad wished him a happy birthday in his filthy room “to interrupt his sleep” as Casey would call it when he shouted at his dad. Like every morning, Riley gazed into the round mirror

While she was walking to the market she saw her best friend Luca. “Hey there Abby. What are you doing down here?” He asked. “Just picking some fresh apples for mama,” Abby said. Luca was the exact opposite of Abigail. While Abby had green eyes Luca had blue eyes. Abby was dark like caramel, while Luca was white like snow.

“No, I did not, I had pretty brown hair, like yours!” I whisper, ruffling her hair. She giggles again. Matt waddles over to the two of us (sight). He babbles, pointing to the grass, with his blue eyes glistening with excitement. I picked him up and put him on the other half of my lap. Looking at Matty, I remind myself of when his father was two years old. Looking at Matty, I see myself at

Three weeks had passed since the shocking revelation of Ric's cancer ordeal. Stagg throughout the hospital were now aware of Ric's prognosis and were strongly warned to tread carefully around Serena Campbell, who still came into work, knowing that there was nothing she could do for Ric.

I nod. That's all I can do. I'm mad. No, mad is an understatement. I'm furious, enraged, pissed off. I'm hurt, upset, emotionally damaged, I feel betrayed, everything. But the main thing I'm feeling is rage. So I simply nod. I need to hear all of it.