Short Story: Janis And Thomas Island

‘Our long gait, your spruce attire, the protruding sound of the waterfall in front of us-nothing else mattered. The sunset slunk upon us. I felt safe with you, but now all I hear are crackled noises in the air with you. It’s as if there is a Garrett between us and us together is the most I’ve just saying I put into your life.’

So engrossed was he in the music and whispered conversation that, unusually, for Kyle he missed the way her eyes scanned his lips, and the subsequent kissed surprised him. The first he knew was when he felt her soft, warm lips pressed against his, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, he just allowed it, without responding, then, he returned in kind. A soft, unurgent melding of their lips against each others, before she pulled away, and he laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but one of encouragement, and understanding. "See, I told you, you

Janie was a wealthy woman when her deceased husband Joe Starks died; she inherited the store to herself. Many men wanted to be with her because of her wealth and status. In her quest of finding true love she meets Tea Cake who was from another town in Florida called. Janie was not really into Tea Cake when she first at him, she was trying to get to know him well. Before Janie started to get more emotionally involved with Tea Cake she heard about a woman named Mrs. Turner. Mrs. Turner was the talk of the town because she was also a widow who wanted love. Mrs. Turner found a younger companion, but her relationship with him did not turn out to be what she had hoped (Hurston 60). The younger lover ended up running away with all of her money, this

It was another bright and sunny day on Trae Island in the legendary chateau where all the gods lived. That day, all the gods and goddesses met up in the palace for their usual, yearly, meeting. But the chief of all gods and the super god of volcanoes, Galis, noticed that the youngest of all the gods Knipe was not there. But suddenly he heard a loud echo and then saw Knipe, the minor god of self-confidence, protection, and healing, entered.

Near the beginning of the book, Janie develops an idealistic view of love whilst lying underneath a pear tree. She is young and naïve, enthralled with the beauty of spring. She comes to the conclusion that marriage is the ultimate expression of love and finds herself pondering why she does not have a partner. In the rashness of her hormone clouded brain, she is drawn to Johnny Taylor, who is nearly a stranger. This is her first experience formulating ideas about

“You’re sure working late?” She spoke her voice heavy with something, lust, desire, whatever it was it heated her words causing them to come out low and husky, but laced within those words was another emotion, one that flashed in her eyes, angry fear. She was angry at herself for not turning away, but she was also fearful for what he might do to her. What disgusted her more was the knowledge that she would probably like

I can't believe I spent $550 on a plane flight from Palm Springs,California, all the way across the country to Duluth,Minnesota, man that plane flight was frustrating especially with the crying baby and the little kid who kept kicking the back of my seat for the entirety of the flight. And then to ride a bike to Tofte, take a break at a lovely hotel, then to Grand Port on bike, my journey just began. Taking a water taxi lonesomely from Grand Portage, Minnesota to Windigo, Isle Royale, I was falling in love with the green trees and the beautiful calm water.Today was my first day venturing to this isolated land, talking to people around here I found that out that in 1843, Isle Royale was acquired from the Ojibwa Indian tribe through one of the

The main character in the story is Jim Hawkins. He is a young boy who looks for adventure. He and a few experienced men search for Ben Gunn, and want to have him enlist in their cause. They steal the Hispanolia (a ship) and return it to the captain to which it rightfully belongs.

Alas, but the poor peasants have finally collapsed from lack of food! What shall we do about this, milord?

It has been such a long time since I have last written. Edwin had came back with horrible news. Peter tried to commit suicide. Why did he try to commit suicide? I wonder what he thought he was doing? He still has a life to live. I know that I have beaten him up but I am really sorry. I want to change for me, him, and the world. I want Peter to come on the island with me

her senses, but he refused to let her go. He pulled her closer to him

I won’t hurt you,” Ernest promised and was ready to cry as he watched Justin go down the road. “He is a friendly boy. Gee, reminds me of Joe at that age,” Ernest spoke aloud, going into the house. When Joe crashed his bike, he always got right back on, and I know Justin would do the same. Ernest thought, humming as he made a drink and sat down to enjoy it.

The novel describes and follows the life of Janie Crawford, a spiritually open, hopeless romantic in search to define true love. The story begins with a dazed Janie walking down a street in the middle a town, with the other inhabitants watching her, gossiping.The others recall her running away with a younger gentleman named Tea Cake and assume he has falsely enticed her, stolen her money and left her to fend for herself. The story then switches to when Janie is sixteen, as she finds herself under a blossoming tree, “deeply moved by the images of fertile springtime”. One day, Janie is caught by her Nanny in the embrace of a local boy named Johnny Taylor, indulging in the innocent kisses of exploration . As a traditional grandmother and from seeing this interaction, Nanny decides to marry Janie off to an older gentleman named Logan Killicks, a wealthy middle-aged farmer. The marriage of Logan Killicks is the start of her life.

On August 15th me and four of my friends trespassed on an abandoned insane asylum. I think the worst thing wasn’t that it was at night with dirty patient records scattered on the floor, the broken furniture or, the torn up walls. But I guess before I get into the night we almost died, we should probably talk about what led up to our crazy night. So August 15th is my birthday, and of course was going to have some friends over, we did the regular birthday things like having dinner and eating cake and then eventually opened presents and so forth. But after, when we were all supposed to be “sleeping” the suggestion of doing something crazier than I would ever think of came up. My friend had the idea to go to an abandoned insane asylum. At first I laughed and called her crazy and then after about ten minutes contemplating what I was about to get myself into I decided that I wanted to go. We had everything planned out. The plan was that we were going to leave my house at 12 am because I knew that everyone would be sleeping, we were going to sneak out of my window and have to hop the fence on the side of my house. Then we would have to avoid walking on the main streets so we wouldn't look suspicious. Once we got to the institution we would split up. I think that was the scariest part, but we all had our phones so if there was an emergency, we would text each other in the group chat I made in advance. One person was standing outside to make sure that no one was coming while we were

The glowing sun melts into the glistening lake waters through the dense pine trees. Pink and orange hues are painted across the dimly light sky as wispy clouds float out of sight. A gentle wind leaves a chill in the August air. Crickets chirp as the day transitions into night. Campers start to trickle into the candle lit chapel, arms crossed, voices silenced. The angled ceilings and open walls allow for a fully immersive experience. I don’t consider myself a religious person, but experiencing a night on Onaway is truly an otherworldly experience. I walk into the chapel and make a beeline for the benches on the far left of the chapel. These seats are angled just so the sun doesn’t get in your eyes as it begins to set. I shake the loose, dry, pine needles out of my sandals and watch them drift back onto the floor. I twirl the handmade friendship bracelet encircled around my wrist as I glance around the lofty rafters. Cobwebs missed by the early morning cleaning dangle lazily like doilies glued to the ceiling.