Bob Aahl: A Short Story

Homeless Man Refuses Headline: When a Homeless Man Refuses to Leave a Store, the Employees Call the Cops. Everyone Was Shocked When They Saw What the Officer Discovered. Summary: Joe Flores was a talented police officer and genuinely cared about helping his community. When he got a call one night about a homeless man who refused to leave a local Lowe 's, he immediately drove to the seen.

“Eulogy for Thomas Bryant” Welcome friends and family (1). We are here this afternoon to pay respects to the memory of Thomas Bryant, husband of Marguerite, and my father. Thomas was a brave, selfless, funny man. I still remember the way he used to hide under the stairs and then jump out at me, grinning, when I came down for breakfast (2).

Many lives were lost on that day. There was an immeasurable amount of sorrow, emptiness, and confusion among New York residents, and terrible fear and panic across the rest of the United States. The country lost approximately three thousand people to this unforgettable attack. Over three hundred firemen, cops, and paramedics sacrificed their lives to help others who might not have otherwise made it, the ultimate show of dedication to their jobs and passion for helping others(“911 Death Statistics”). “In addition to the loss of life, survivors were exposed to hazardous dust and debris from the collapse of the buildings, and many people endured psychological trauma” (Murphy).

In the Novel “A Lesson Before Dying” by Ernest J. Gaines shows the discrimination between the African Americans, the Whites, and the Mulattos are based on a social hierarchy. This is shown in different chapters among the Novel and will be explained in detail. Firstly, at the beginning of the novel “A Lesson Before Dying” we automatically read in the first couple of chapters that the Black ethnicity is at the bottom of the social hierarchy. One of the main scenes that comes to mind during the book is when Miss Emma, Tante Lou, and Grant go to see Mr. Henri Pichot.

It had been a horrible car ride I was thrown into the back and tied up hands and feet in the rope that was scratching me painfully. I had duct tape around my mouth and heavily painting, my mind was screaming and the tears were still there on my facing but now heavy. I didn 't understand why someone would kidnap me, my family had no criminal background and we were good people. There was this man-like figure that was dressed in all black head to toe and he sat across the van keeping watch. Now it is all too hard to describe everything that happened was just in a period of 3 mins, but it felt like an eternity.

An interview is much more than a simple question & answer session. It is a pursuit of information and knowledge that you can’t find in neither books nor journals. What you get out of an interview is the core of a human soul’s experiences in life. For my interview, I went for a person that can tell me about information that wouldn’t be found elsewhere. Being part of a specific field, it was quite hard knowing what to ask and what not to.

Once, in the long past age on the large planet of Xaleth 'Tar, there was a story. A story of epic highs and dastardly lows. It follows three men and their struggle to survive in the wilderness. Their adventure lives on in the hallowed halls of old, showing us the origins of the welfare that we all receive today.

The breeze was frigid and the air smelled of car exhaust. The night sky was blank, with only the moon to light it. And yet, it was as black as a stray cat strolling by a damp alley. But what was to expect on a cheap motel balcony? Charred cigarettes sat on ash trays as Tom took another puff out of the smoke, staring at the blank canvas of the sky.

Another short story that is original is John Barth’s “ On with the Story”. Barth writes about a couple who tell each other stories during their vacation, each story helps develop or undo the previous one told. During the story, Barth switches to italics to display the couple’s discussions between the stories. The most interesting part is how the couple change their stories to better suit their significant others likings.

Kimberly bowman Personal Recount The continuous and ever so soothing sound of propellers hummed in the background, like a giant creature of old snoring in its’ perpetuous slumber. The slight on coming currents of turbulence mimicked that of a vessel at sea, rocking to and fro with the steady rhythm of the ocean. It was to this that I drifted into the state that harbours on the line between the realms of sleep and that of consciousness. At this stage my southwest hemisphere (as my father so elegantly puts it) had been firmly attached to the seat of the airplane for a solid, dreary 6 hours.

Mr. Alan Cook is 79 years old and lives with his loving wife, Mary in North Huntingdon, PA. The two have 3 children together. Daughters, Eva and Joann , and son, Paul. Daughter, Joann sadly passed away in 2008. Mr. Cook had a long life.

TIMMY WATERS Along a beach in California is a man who saved hundreds of animals and people and his name was Timmy Waters. The morning was simple with a bowl of cereal and a muffin. He was a tall and strong man with arms built for swimming and calves made for hauling. One morning he woke to peaceful sounds so, he dozed back off to sleep, Then when he woke up again, he heard knocking on his front door, as usual it was his neighbor waking him up for the easy day of work.

His name is Walter Narciso Alvarez II, and he went to 48 states in a trailer for a moving agency. He was born in Guayaquil, Ecuador on April 29, 1965, and is now 51 years old. Walter has a unique personality with an extraordinary mind. Besides being a hilarious person, he is entertaining and wise. He learned so much in 51 years and can honestly teach a person about having etiquette and being exceedingly humble.

My parents are from Guerrero and I am Chicano, born in the city of Rancho Mirage. Rancho Mirage is where I started my life and have remained locally in the valley. Although, for my parents this is where they decided to settle after giving up cherished belongings such as: their petite taco restaurant, a taxi, and their families. For the first few years my family, which consisted of: my mom, dad, two sisters, brother and me, shared a 2 bedroom apartment in Palm Desert among 2 other families. Shortly after first enrolling in school my family moved to a house in Cathedral City but my parents refused to give my siblings and me anything other than the best within their reach, Palm Desert’s reputation with their academics.