Short Story : The Story

In “Christabel,” Samuel Taylor Coleridge addresses the issues of human nature and morality by portraying Christabel and Geraldine as both good and evil while at the same time never allowing one’s morals to outweigh or appear superior to the others. At first glance, it appears to the reader that Christabel is the picture of piety and that Geraldine is an evil, beautiful witch. However, upon further examination, the reader can see that neither Christabel nor Geraldine are purely good or evil and that there are traces of both in each character. By using similar language when building their characters, Coleridge attempts to force the reader to understand the similarities that exist between Geraldine and

On March 17, 1942, in Chicago, Illinois, John Wayne Gacy, a murderer to be, was born. He came from Danish and Polish parents, Marion Robinson and John Stanley Gacy, and had two sisters, Karen and Joanne Gacy. John, as an overweight child, tended to isolate himself from his peers; he did not participate in any athletic activities and had very few friends. John’s father would oftentimes come home in the early mornings intoxicated, waking up his family as he stumbled through the door. Most nights, he would hit his children with a razor strap or anything else he could get his hands on, and he would then proceed to physically beat his wife as well. After years of beatings, the children learned to toughen up against him, and Gacy would even continue

According to official Scientology website (www.scientology.org), Scientology is a religion that offers a precise path leading to a complete and certain understanding of one’s true spiritual nature and one’s relationship to self, family, groups, mankind, all life forms, the material universe, the spiritual universe and the supreme being. A cult can be defined as group of people having religious beliefs or practices regarded by others as strange or sinister. Scientology is a cult. My essay will raise points to support my thesis.

On June 25th One cold early winter morning Evan, a 14 year old dark skinned Japanese boy woke up from a horrifying nightmare about being drowned by a 7 foot wave at Honolii when he was Bodyboarding during winter season when the waves are pumping. He usually has peaceful long naps, but his is the first time in awhile that he had gotten a nightmare. It was about 4:50am and Evan couldn't seem to go back to sleep because he'd been so afraid of the dream; thoughts of him drowning was going thru his mind . As he watched the time come by faster he decided to call his friend Rylan and tell him about why he woke up so early. Rylan is his classmate also his neighbor that has been his friend since elementary days. Evan sat up from his sleeping position and reached above his pillow to pick up his cell phone so he could give Rylan a call, but as he clinched onto his cell phone a cockroach scattered over his hand then onto the bed. Once the cockroach the size of ice cube disappeared behind the crack of the bed against the wall, he unlocked his phone using his fingerprint and attempted to call Rylan but he did not answer after a few calls because it was so early, it was about 5:15am when Rylan answered his face time as if he only slept for 1 hour. He seemed to be tired because he answered the phone by saying “go back to sleep “ in a lazy tone. So Evan just let him go back to sleep and hung up the phone with no response. Evan jumped up from his bed, rushed to the bathroom and brushed his

Kagome looks around noticing the sun has begun to set behind the trees sighing not really wanting to return to the group just yet.

Click. Click. The sound of a car door locking outside. Malaya ran to the window. A police car parked out front. She grabbed her book The Fault in our Stars and pretended to read, with the words popping out like a jack and the box. Oh no. Please not again!

She shouted “What's going on” before lightly landing on a patch of bright green grass.

I noise wakes me up and I see the thief. The person who had been stealing our food. It is Mr. Van Daan. I should’ve known that it was him. He such a greedy selfish man. It couldn’t have been anyone else. My immediate thought is to get Otto so he can see the thief for himself. So I start to scream for him. “Otto! Otto! Come quick!” I scream. I wake up the whole annex, which is completely fine with me. All of them should see that Mr. Van Daan has been the thief all along. Otto comes in, asking, “What’s the matter? What is it?” “He steals food!” I reply. Mr. Dussel starts grabbing at Mr. Van Daan, calling him a dirty thief and a good-for-nothing. Mrs. Van Daan come in completely confused. I can’t believe she had no idea that her own husband was stealing food! I am completely outraged. I don’t even want to look at the Van Daan couple right now. Peter is an angel, and him and Anne are really close, but I can’t even begin to say how angry I am at his father for stealing food. “Mr. Van Daan, how could you!” Otto says. I can see the fire in his eyes. It’s the same fire that I had in mine. “I’m hungry.” Mr. Van Daan replies. After that I completely explode. I can’t take it anymore. “We’re all of us hungry! I see the children getting thinner and thinner! Your own son Peter… I’ve heard him moan in his sleep he’s so hungry! And you come in the night and steal food that should be going to them… to the children.” I yell. Mrs. Van Daan rushes over to her husband. “ He needs more food

“Tara” I said, my face burning hot red. “That evil little manipulating b-” “What time is it?” Selene interrupted. “What are you talking about? “The note” Up until that I had completely forgotten about it. “It’s 4:59” Seth said, looking down at his watch. “The apocalypse starts in precisely 30 seconds.” We all looked grimly at each other. How were we supposed to stop Zeus’s attack on Earth? We weren’t gods anymore, we were just humans. And since Tara had stolen our weapons and ran off, we were completely defenseless. Suddenly, I remembered. “Anubis!” I exclaimed. We rushed into the living room to find Anubis still on the ground, trying to get up. His head was bleeding badly, and his hair stuck to his face. I to his side to help him. “What happened?” He said groggily. “Tara attacked you from behind then stole all of our weapons.” Seth remarked, scowling. “Our Tara?” Anubis replied. “Goddess of compassion? She did that?” “ Ex-Goddess of compassion.” Seth retorted. Suddenly, we heard a loud BOOM. The whole house was shaking. Seth and Selene fell to the ground while Anubis and I held on to the floor for dear life. The rumbling stopped. “5:00” Seth said. “Right on time.” We ran outside to see what had happened and we were welcomed with a cloud of dust. We all started coughing. We ran into the cloud of dust only to see a huge crater. The crater looked to be about 10 feet deep, and inside that crater was pure darkness. Or, at least, it looked like pure darkness. But suddenly,

James turns around, sees her. He immediately rubs his pant legs fast. They cross over toward each other.

“HURRY UP!” I yelled across the street at Diana as she’s running down the street, barefoot, while I wait for her on the other side of road. We’re going off to the local supermarket to purchase the ingredients needed to make pumpkin bread.

As Nora was running she saw all the people that worked at the training facility coughing on the ground. All the smoke from the fires had filled their lungs and they couldn’t breathe all too well. The sound of them coughing made Nora think of the night her father got in the car accident. That was the last time she saw her mom before she left. The emotions from that night filled Nora’s head. She started to question whether she could trust her mom anymore. What did she need the stone for? Why was she so protective over it? Was it really needed to save the universe or was it just so she can be even more powerful? The thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

It was only as Barry was slowing down to walking speed before entering the house that he realized he didn’t think about what he was going to say. That he was sorry? That everything was his fault? He needed to say it, but it wasn’t exactly going to make things any better. Looking down at the red costume he was wearing, he felt disgusted with himself and he just couldn't help but feel the urge to just rip the fabric on his skin. After all, he long lost the right to look like a hero; heroes don’t steal and kill people and they especially do not hurt their friends. Barry wasn’t the Flash anymore, he was an impostor.

In the early morning of Sunday, a very beautful young lady by the name of Jaidan awoke stranded in the woods. She had heard much rumors about these very woods. The village people said the woods were haunted with ghosts and talking trees. Although, Jaidan didn’t believe the stories, she was still frightened. She had no idea how she got there, or how she was even going to get back.

“Thank you, honey; we’ll find something in the refrigerator. Now you run along,” Virginia said and acted relieved they were leaving and smiled as she closed the door behind them.