One Bottle Short Story

From the struggles the people who lived in Ancient Greece had to face to the positives, geography has always had a great influence on Greece and how the people there survived. Two big positives being the climate which was perfect for growing valuable olive trees and another positive being the seas that surrounded Greece and allowed the Greeks to trade and help them in many other ways. Two big negatives being the rocky, mountainous terrain and another negative being the common volcano eruptions and earthquakes. Although Ancient Greece had its negatives so does every country and it were these pros and cons that helped the Greeks develop essential survival skills.

Throughout history, it can be seen that many events reoccur in the same way. There is a period of prosperity and confidence, followed by a period of depression and despair. That later on leads to a period of attempting restoration to recover from that depression. The "Roaring Twenties" is a perfect example of this case, as the economic prosperity and confidence during the 1920's led to depression and despair to restoration.

As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

I could not spend time with the neighborhood children. Even though I did spend time with neighborhood friends, people from school, with great caution. Ordinarily, after father arrived home, he ate and went to bed or stared out the front window. Seating along the curb in front of the house off to the side, I often talked to neighborhood kids raised up with, where father could not detect. One young man use to come by and we sit for hours talking, he became my best friend, a forever partner without all the love stuff, tall, slightly long, brown curly hair, a Harley guy for sure. Difficulties existed within his spirit, understanding them, we were a complete duet, however, I could not afford to lose the friendship, this was much too important, I did not believe in real love or that it existed, kind hearted young man and I exchanged the graciousness, and slightly less with others who were nearer to me, no one recognized what our lives endured throughout time, not even my best friend. If caught when socializing, these young adults in the neighborhood ran equivalent

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

My mother had left my dad’s house slippers by the coat rack behind the door. I was grateful to her as the floor felt like ice. Hanging up my coat, I slipped into my dad’s bathrobe, which was hanging on its peg. We had a fireplace in the living room and the chimney exited the west side of the roof. I smelled the smoke of the dying fire, and I knew my mom was in bed. The bedrooms were located on the second story. Her room was located at the end of the hallway, and my room was at the head of the stairs above the

It was a normal November day for Melissa’s family, the air was cool and crisp. Leaves rested on the ground and crunched as Melissa climbed into her car. Inside, there was a great tension. Her brother was supposed to be at school but instead, he was in the front seat. This was in 2013 and from that point on her life changed forever. As her mom was driving out of the car line she tells Melissa that her dad has done something. She continues telling her how her dad locked her in the bathroom at the bakery and put his arms around her neck. He squeezed very hard and Melissa’s mom even thought she was going to die. Shocked, her first instinct was to pick up Melissa’s brother so they could go together to talk to the police. Later, as Melissa was going

It was a somewhat normal day as it started the constant birds chirping, the smell of pie that the Neighbors cooked, and the taste of morning breakfast. My younger brother Bon and I were off the school that morning. We don’t go to a normal school due to the war. We went to a knight school where they taught us how to use weapons. But what we didn’t know is that day would be the worst day of our lives. While we were gone our mother had been cleaning up the house, the house was hollow wood with no door and one window. It smelled like a farm and looked like a barn.

There standing there after saying “hi” in my cracky teenage voice she said “hi, what's your name” After waiting a few moments, “Walter, how about yours” Sticking her head out of her locker “Rosemary” After saying “well I better get to first period” Rosemary saying “ Okay see you around”. Sitting there inside first period thinking and wondering how she ended up in a small town like Frankton. During first period some kid figured out that she had transferred from Lapel because she moved into her grandparents. He also said the reason she moved in with her Grandparents is because her parents had blocked her out of their lives because they were addicted to drugs and alcohol. We didn’t talk to each other that much, when we passed each other

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

I heard the click of the lock and my mom pushed the door open. We were greeted with an excited Coco. Her tail would wag furiously from left to right, making a thumping noise against the furniture and shakes her entire body in the process. My shoulders relax, and I did not realize how good it feels to be home. My brother pushes past me. The stench coming from his dirty and ripped up football jersey made my nose wrinkle. He rushes ahead to take a shower before dinner. That’s when a familiar smell hits me. A growling noise came from deep inside my stomach, wanting to be fed after a long tiring Thursday at school.

As soon as we set foot in that house I knew, we were going to raise our son there, this was going to be our home forever. The home was beautiful the outside was covered with white brick, there was a grand double door opening, there was even a grand foye, it was mansion. At first I was wondering why the price was so low but Lila told me to forget about it and that I did. We put in an offer on the house right away, we waited two long weeks before we found out that the owners had accepted our offers. We moved in two months before Lila’s due date. The first room

“My childhood was happy and pleasantly uneventful. I was the youngest child by 11 years and grew up in a middle class family with loving parents and sisters. I was a good student, a strong athlete and a happy and well­-adjusted child. Somewhere in the middle of Grade 6, however, my safe and simple childhood world began to unravel – and I didn't know how to react.

The overall idea of Murphy just.. exploding with the submarine had 10k's heart slightly sinking in his chest. They'd been traveling for so long, nearly reaching their destination countless times with something always in the way to block a safe passage. Accidents, deliberate actions.. Their rag-tag group had experienced more in the handful of years that they'd been thrown together than Ten Thousand had ever imagined possible. All because of one individual that had roped them all commonly together, besides the fact that they were a portion of the good survivors still kicking around. There was little remorse for Alvin Murphy himself when thinking about that possible outcome; but the cure that lingered in that man's veins? It was enough to

In the play Macbeth, the author Shakespeare describes many character developments. After winning the battle and defeating Macbeth, Malcom describes Macbeth and Lady Macbeth as cruel and ruthless people. However, this is not an accurate statement. Lady Macbeth does begin as an ambitious and callous fiend. Throughout the story, Lady Macbeth’s character changes dramatically into a shell of her former self. Lady Macbeth character evolves from an ambitious villain, to a neutral entity, and finally to a remorseful, unstable person.