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A story with no real end (or) The man with no identity

I don't belong. Not here. Not now. I have to get back there. But how? The bet was rigged, he made me believe. Now there's darkness in my soul. I want to die... again. But I chose to come back. Why?

"Services were held today for Lt. Colonel John McLeod at Arlington cemetery in Virginia. McLeod is best...

Mateo Falcone

At the beginning of the story the narrator talks about the geography where the story sets and where you should hide if you killed a man and how to take the necessary precautions to survive. For the narrator to know these things, he must have known someone who had gone threw that experience or he himself was...

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The Whole Town’s Sleeping

As Lavinia rounded the corner of Francine's street, her pace quickened. She was not afraid; at least, she didn't think she was, despite her vigorous steps.

It was a beautiful night, and it was only when Lavinia stopped to rest that she could properly admire it. The crisp, cool air washed over her face,...

Short story Сoursework

Alex laughed with her friends as she waited for her Dad to pick her up. He's late, she thought. He's never late. Something must be wrong. After about half an hour, her Dad arrived, red-faced. She got inside their car and her Dad immediately made their way home. There is deadly silence between them. Alex...

Short Story: The Beach

The dark night sky started to fade away as the sun started to rise on the far horizon. People woke up and got ready to go to the beach for family enjoyment. The sun making slow progress moved overhead as people rushed to the beach for a warm cosy afternoon. Old couples wearing woolly clothes and seeing the...

Shark Attack by Emma Bowen

I was woken up quite suddenly by the noise coming from downstairs, doors slamming and to top it all off my younger sister bellowing for her breakfast.

I got out of bed and went downstairs.

As I turned to go into the kitchen I noticed the post piled on the floor obviously Mum hasn't noticed as she...

The Blackout – My Story

August 14th, 2003 - I woke up to a beautiful clear sky, the sun shining, hot on my skin. After a beautiful breakfast of waffles and fresh strawberries, it was very clear to me that this day was going to be a lazy one. I decided that I was going to get all of my chores done before lunchtime, so I hopped into...

Naked Ed

The sun was shining brightly off the crystal water as my best friend and I paddled our small canoe down the Santa Fe River. The sites were familiar to me (I am somewhat considered a "river rat") Birds were flying overhead, turtles resting on fallen logs, the occasional lazy gator laying on the bank in the...

English Short Story

"Hey, Brian! Can we have a talk?" asked Shiao Wei tiredly after three hours of band practice. "I mean you and I. One to one." Probably because of repeatedly movements in the band practice and tiredness, his hands were shaking slightly; salty sweat just swelled from his forehead and his chest like running tap...

Who is Atticus Finch?

"Who am I? " "What is my purpose on this planet? " These are questions each individual encounters in the course of his or her life. As authors create characters and the fantasy worlds they live in, they must place themselves in the shoes of their characters and answer these questions. Only when these...

Monologue – It wasnt the lack of money that got to me; it was the lack of hope for anything else

They say money can’t buy happiness. Whoever first said this however obviously had never had to come home, with once again, not enough money to provide a meal for every member of his family. He also did not have a tin can from an old package of wafers that contained all of the earnings he and his family would...

There Was A Rustling…

There was a rustling, a faint groaning in the distance, an icy air all around the snowy plain. The wind shrieked, howled and blew such a tempestuous force over the white expanse. Beneath the incredibly clear cyan sky, where no cloud could heave it’s bulky frame before the sun, it’s rays beat harshly on the...

Romance – A Short Story

The lights went out. A silent wind swept the crowd. Expectation- no it might as well be called intoxication- rattled the rickety gates; demanding. A need for effect… a want to be moved, rudely expressed by the audience for their money’s worth to be paid.

The stage’s lights sparkled in midnight. The crowd...

A life in the day of Alex

The annoyance of the reminding call that is my alarm clock telling me to leave the safety and warmth of my bed and get up for school is drilling through my dreams as I fall out my bed and collapse in a sleepy heap trying to turn the damn thing off. Its only 7 o-clock and I'm finding sheer bliss in the...

Forgotton fair

As I thought my way through the growing darkness overcame me. The wind and mist blocked everything out. I couldn't believe that this was the place I once used to visit that was so full of life. Bright illuminous lights used to welcome you in and now all that welcomed you was a sign half fallen off, paint...

Commentary on “Centre Stage”

In my short story called Centre Stage, I have attempted to use the style of writing to James Joyce. Joyce wrote elliptically in his collection of short stories called "Dubliners". He does this to suggest to the reader of what is happening but is never explicit with his suggestions so the reader is lead to...

How does R.Gerallt Jones make us feel sorry for Johnny in “The Letter”?

"The Letter" is a short Anglo/Welsh prose written by R. Gerallt Jones, era 1950's. The story is set on a train travelling to the protagonist's, Johnny, first experience of boarding school, and the emotions and changes he has to deal with whilst growing up and leaving home. Johnny is a young, naive Welsh boy,...

A short story – Beloved

As he stood outside 124 the familiar smells of freshly cut wood came flooding back, the sweet sounds of treading footsteps; which belonged to his grandmother Baby Suggs could be heard, the feel and touch of the large wooden door never felt more deep, connected but yet distant. His hand reached out drawing...

The Great Gatenby

"'Which one of us is which, sir?' I asked, then wished I hadn't as Gilligan lit up like a fireworks display." (Marsden, 1989; 81) That is the story of Erle Gatenby's first term at Linley. A normal teenager troubled by going to school, teachers, girls, and, of course, getting into trouble.

Since the first...

A short story – The Old Lady

The Old Lady sank wearily into her cracked leather armchair and shifted around to get comfortable with the lumps. With a sigh, she looked around at her world. For two years, she had been restricted from living upstairs because of rheumatism. And she often wondered how much dust had accumulated in her once...

The Freedom of a Bad Dream

A deadening sensation overwhelmed Yuan's nerves as he allowed his body to mould to the cold steel. All felt numb with the exception of a monotonous beating in his chest similar to the ticking of a clock. His eyes gently pealed open. He quickly examined the room realizing that there was a diminutive number of...

The short story “Borders” by Thomas King

Challenges are faced every step of the way, but it is a person with pride and courage who accepts it readily. The short story "Borders" by Thomas King from the book Language & Writing 11 and "Brooms for Sale" by Thomas Raddall from Imprints 11 reveal that one must not give up and must stand still to what...

A short story – A fly on the wall

'So could everyone please stand and applaud this family, who have given so much to this community, their donations and commitment making it what it is today. Without them who knows where we would be. We are all truly grateful and would like to take this opportunity to let you know that you are the rock of...

Imagine you are one of the mariners sailing with Ulysses

Tall, sunburnt, from the countless days at sea, and well built from all the heroic adventures that he shared with us, Ulysses is not only a role model to the other mariners and myself, but also an explorer for danger and new horizons. He has left his peaceful kingdom, and a loving family to persuade us to...

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