Mrs. Cartwright: A Short Story

“The Locket” begins with a group of Confederate soldiers surrounding a campfire after a long and tiresome day of battle. One soldier in particular, Edmond, is seen staring at a golden locket in utter silence. The other men tease that inside of the locket hold a picture of the woman he loves, though Edmond never responds. Another soldier jokes that this piece of jewelry is some sort of good luck token for Edmond since he has never been injured since the battle began. Soon the readers find out that the locket actually belong to a woman named Octavie, Edmond’s lover, and soon find out that a priest returned the locket to Octavive before Edmond came home. This is surely a sign of Edmonds death, but at the end of the story Octavie finds herself

Mrs. Smith taught a 7th grade science class at Towson Middle School. There were two girls in her class, Kayla and Rachel, that sat next to each other in every class. They were even lab partners in Mrs. Smith’s class. These girls were best friends, having grown up with each other and done everything together, they seemed to have an inseparable bond. The school has just been on spring break for a week. Just like any other break, the two girls hung out with each other every day until the last day. Kayla found out that Rachel had told people about her family secrets. Kayla was furious and everyone could tell they were in a fight when they got back to school on Monday.

In the times of colonies when land was untouched there was a distinct hatred between the native Indians and the new colonists. As one reads the essay: A True History of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, written by Mary Rowlandson in 1682, one will understand this hatred. Although the Indians captured Mary Rowlandson, with the faith of God she was safely returned. The reader learns of her religious messages and how she turns to God for safety and strong will. One sees how her Puritan beliefs are of the strong New England Puritans way of life. The reader also understands through her words how she views the Indians and their way of

“Mom, just relax. Everything is okay; it isn’t what it seems. I’ll explain from the very beginning.”

As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.

Walking into the classroom, something just didn't seem right. The lights were out, blinds closed, and only one shadowy figure sat at the teacher’s desk. Just by the shape of the figure I could tell it wasn’t my teacher. A chill swept through the room making the hairs on my neck stand up. I began to sweat and my hands shook. I stood, staring at the shadow at the front of the room. I finally built up enough courage to mutter out “Who are you?” The figure then spoke with a deep, threatening voice “I think you know who I am!” This was true, I had met the figure a few years ago. I tried to escape the past, but it caught up to me. “How did the school let you in?” I asked. “Do you really think that I would come in here with permission?

I glanced up at the clock. It was 12:18. Mrs. Ewert exclaimed, “One or two problems guys.” My heart sunk to my toe. I had langage arts next. Mrs. Berntson was coming back to school after her son went missing. My friends say that she is seeking revenge and locking up kids. I tried not to think about it and did a math problem, I knew they were exaggerating. The bell rang and Mrs. Ewert excused the class. I slowly walked down the crowded hallway. I turned the corner and could see her crusty, burnt door. Now I could believe my friends, Mrs. Berntson has gone crazy! I looked across the hallway and could see my friend, Will. You could tell by his face that he was scared to go in.

As she arrived to the doors of the academy, other students shot derogatory looks at her, like a predator eyeing their prey. In an ungainly way, she stumbled to the front desk, where the recipient looked up from her glasses and asked, “ Name? “ she blinked, zoning out then quickly replied, “ Monty. Oh, err, Montgomery Nelson. “ Monty was sure she was bright red. “Where to?” The recipient asked. “I’m trying to become an authenticity officer,” she said, “So I think it’s in the West Wing, Dr.Morris.” She nodded, and directed me into the west part of the school.

The sweat was dripping down John’s face as he pushed the weights off his chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that everyone checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as Coach Ben yelled “Hurry up and get out”. John’s heart started beating faster and faster. No one knew what was going on. As students were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. John could feel the burn on his elbow but he didn’t know what it was. When everyone got to the gym John’s elbow was covered in blood. Everyone was told to get down and stay quiet. Later on coach told everyone a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide.

The brown brick building in the back of the school, next to the Orbach Science library, is at first shockingly small in size, the UCR School of Medicine. The golden lettering is easily read from a far distance. The surrounding area is very peaceful and calming where I am able to hear the birds chirp as I walk along the shady pathway. There was not a student in sight. As I entered the brown brick building, it smelled delightfully clean and sanitized. All I could hear was beeping from a machine that I could not identify. As I continued walking, a cool breeze was felt as I passed a classroom that was in session. The interior of the classroom seemed very spacious. The more I continued to explore the building, I discovered the dean’s office, and

The Booster Redux, Pittsburg High School’s newspaper, staff interviewed Robertson for their story. Within this interview, the students noticed something odd— facts weren’t adding up. These deviations in what Robertson said, and information already obtained, raised speculation in her credentials. The staff of the Booster Redux preceded to publish an article detailing their unsettling discoveries.

On her way home from the night-shift, Mary Watson found a coin on the sidewalk. She smiled as she picked it up and put it in her pocket, getting the feeling of being a coin richer. She started walking again, didn´t want to be home to late. Suddenliy she saw a dog running towards her, but it slowed down when it got closer. It stopped and stared, and it looked as if it smiled at her. ”Hi” she heard, as if she was thinking it herself, but it wasn´t her voice. She looked around, trying to find the person who had talked to her. ”No, it´s me, down here!” She looked at the dog. ”Can you talk?” she asked, and it looked as if the dog nodded, still smiling. ”But you´re the only one who can hear me. You´ve got the coin.” She started to think she was going

If the story was told in first person, the sister, Josephine would probably feel worried and concerned. Not knowing what was going on with her sister. It could be something along the lines of "I watched her walk to her room, struggling to hold herself as she locked the door behind her. I glanced at Richards and made my way to her bedroom door. I heard the heavy breathing coming from the other side. I quietly turned the knob and then fell to my knees. I pushed my lips against the key hole and softly begged for her to unlock the door. I knew what she was feeling, I knew she was making herself ill with grief. She was going to drink her life away. And I was completely helpless to the

     But on one crazy afternoon, things didn’t go as planned. The plan was to walk in and walk out. In less then two minutes we’d have to retrieve the gem. The decoys were Ben and I and Richard was the front man. All it needed was three men for the job. No one was home; at least we thought there wasn’t anyone. The family of the house was having a birthday party for little Johnny outside in the garden and still figured we could manage to go inside and get the job done without them realizing. Surprisingly, as things were about to come to an end little Johnny walked in to find me stealing his rich grandfather’s red rose. His screams echoed all through and around the house, alarming everyone. Little Johnny became our only ticket out. We took him in

Joyce Blondeaux is considers herself an average woman living in an extraordinary world. Joyce is a caring understanding, easy going person who enjoys the smalls things in life. She is content being around her family and friends, enjoying laugher that encompasses her surroundings. When it comes to live her philosophy is to now live it to the fullest. Do not marry young, buy the expensive sport car, wait to have children are things Joyce tells her grandchild now a days. Joyce has experienced many different phases of life which help define who she is. Being a wiser older adult leader her to reflect on her life with the highs and the lows of being alive for so long.