Short Essay : A Short Story

At that time, I felt like a rookie sky diver preparing for his first plunge. The cabin door opens to reveal the extreme distance of his fall, which leads to either sheer excitement or eventual death. The naivete that sheltered his fear disappears at the sudden reality of the moment. By then, of course, it is much too late to turn back. The very thought that this was his idea seems absurd to him, and he feels like the only person on the face of the planet. And so he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and

"Woah." Jasper said in a surprised tone as he stumbled back a little, his hand on his head in pain. You immediately step towards him in concern and hold him steady. Murphy scoffed in the background, but you decided to ignore it as Jasper was your only concern at the

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

“What I wasn't even prepared?!” filled my mind as I watched everyone dash before me, leading the race as I began to realize the race has begun.

“Wait up!” Titus yelled, but I couldn’t hear him over the talking of the older kids. I tripped over my shoelace, while I was falling, it felt like I was moving in slow motion. It felt like I was flying, then I hit the ground as I came back to a harsh reality. My glasses scraped a huge cut in my forehead.

the foam in the river, and started out to get it. The other two, Chris

It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.

Short Story The ancient house sat astride the cliff's rugged shoulders. Sections of rendering had fallen away into the tangled vegetation far below, revealing thick stone slabs underneath: toothless gaps, the dark smile of an old bearded gunrunner, and the oblivion of a whisky drunk, Brazilian whore. The house was four stories tall and had almost been reclaimed by the jungle; this ornate Churrigueresque fortress had been smashed and peppered for centuries by tropical elements intent on a gradual stripping away of its baroque stone carvings.

You stay here,” Ken ordered the other dog and rushed into the yard to check on Margaret. “Smoky, you stop that and come over here,” he called out several times before the dog bowed his head and went to him.

The building felt hollow despite being made of steel. That was until a booming CLANG!! rang through the dark and silent halls. Following the clang came a hiss of "Shit!" and frantic scrambling to retrieve the dropped object.

Short Story Imagine an office building, decrepit, run down and looted, windows broken and entire floors ransacked. The top level was a burnt out shell. Snow was falling heavily here, forming drifts on the ashes. A road, pot holed and worn, skirted around two sides of the derelict. It headed towards a car park where half a dozen burnt out cars sat alone, rusting quietly and gathering snow.

“Yellow is a lovely color for you, Layna.” Jon informed her as she greeted her friend. Alayna smirked as she removed the wreath from her head and shoved it down upon his ginger brow. “I believe it suits you better, my lord.”

" No," replied Carol with a sigh, "give him a chance to get used to

so that he also may catch a glimpse of a fairy. As Luke begun to run

The woods stayed dark, day and night. The only way to see was with a lantern, held high, held strong. Adyna lived there, in the dark. Every night, Adyna ventured out of her wooded home and sat, beautiful and terrible, in a clearing, close to the village. She would wait, because Adyna kept secrets.