Bad Short Stories

The Bubonic plague has been the cause of some of the worst catastrophes of humankind (Dobson 8). During the 14th century, the Bubonic plague killed 75-200 million people, that is roughly the estimate of the entire population of Brazil today (Ukenholz). Beginning with the history of the Bubonic plague, throughout the world wide spread, and the unusual symptoms and treatments, the Bubonic plague was one of the worst diseases to cast its rath amongst the world.

There were still a lot of people in the tower that were in such a

Jacobs P.O.W. Story On a dreary night during the war in North Korea, I was missing my pinky, but It was bandaged. My bullets were running low my vision was becoming blurry and my legs began to ache. I laid down resting my head against a tree and dozed off. My

Loss plays a key role in the short stories: Gwilan’s harp by Ursula K. Le Guin, the last leaf by William Sydney Porter, and in The Washwoman by Isaac Singer. However, the levels of loss differ in how much the key characters lose. In the Washwoman the Family loses a trusted servant. Were as in the last leaf Sue and Johnsie lose a close friend. Then in Gwilan’s Harp Gwilan loses her harp and her husband. Even though in each of these story the main characters lose someone or something significant they each react differently. In each of these short stories loss affects the lives of the main characters whether it be the loss of a servant, a friend, or a prized possession and husband.

Mom and Dad are dressed up to take me home. It feels the same, though, I 'm wearing what I always wear, khaki pants and my tie-dyed T-shirt and my dressy shoes. Dad has to work so they decided to come early. I 'm frightened as I vision going to school tomorrow, however I 'm excited to start at a new school, a fresh start for a new me. As I 'm about to leave, I look around and can 't believe five days ago I was contemplating killing myself. As I walk around I tell everyone bye, it 's almost sad leaving I actually felt like I belonged somewhere for the first time in my life. I say goodbye to Armelio, Humble, Bobby, The Professor, Smitty, Ebony, and Noelle. I 'm really going to miss not spending my time with Noelle and eating in the dining room.

Buzzz! Buzzzz! The sound of my obnoxiously loud alarm clock. I than lean over my bed to reach for the end button. With only one eye open, I managed to look at the time. 6:30am. I then scream, “OH MY GOSH, I'M GOING TO BE LATE”. I jumped up, hopped off my bed, and reached into my closet and pulled out my work clothes. As I run down the hall to get to the bathroom, I knocked on my siblings doors, screaming everyone get up. Everyone then comes out their room. Now everyone began to fight to get to the bathroom. All six of us at 6:40am piled up at the bathroom door. Somehow I pushed myself through and made it in the bathroom. I struggle to shut the door. Once the door was closed, I took a shower and then put on my clothes. Next I ran

It was a grey, gusty spring morning. I looked out the window and frown. The skirt that I had packed was going to be torture in this weather. It was a knee length skirt, with lots of fabric to twirl and twist. Oh well, it was good thing that I had packed a pair of spandex shorts; at least I could preserve some of my dignity. I turn back to giant ornate mirror in front of me and pull my attention back to the task at hand. I painstakingly apply my makeup with a determinately steady hand, focused on trying not to get black eyeliner everywhere.

After sitting down in a booth inside Moe’s Cafe, a waitress immediately comes over to take Mark’s order. The woman is tall with a brown pixie cut and chocolate colored eyes. Her smile is small, but seems genuine as she ambles over to Mark’s table.

“I woke up got dressed ate my breakfast, brushed my teeth, took my dogs for a walk and got my supplies for school.” Finally it was time for me to go to school.

“Where am I?” I call into the darkness. Waiting for an answer, I begin to fret. “Is there anyone there?” the phrase comes out of my mouth almost as a whisper amid the strange sounds coming out of the quasi-zombie humans that have started to make a circle around me. They are curious of their new visitor. I hope I am a visitor in this strange place. A strange stench fills

I look around at my familiar walls. My entertainment center is placed in front of me. The screen on the television is dark and the dolls that sit on top seem to stare into my soul. It is like they know what is going on and are laughing at me. My window is behind my nightstand and the purple curtains pinned up to the side. The wind was blowing, making the red and brown leaves float around. The house right across from mine looks lifeless. The lights were off and no movement was to be seen. Stepping closer to the window, the light shines on me. The tears begin to swell up. I did not understand what was happening. I took a step back and saw my reflection through the window.

The consequences of one’s actions are dictated by the reactions and perceptions of his/her surrounding society. Whether these consequences are positive or negative is based on their balance of moral and immoral deeds. Samuel Johnson’s belief of morality in literature, summarized by Daryl Adrian, is that literature is to “teach society principles of reason and justice and demonstrate the repression of evil” (Adrian). These two concepts are showcased in the short stories, “The Possibility of Evil” by Shirley Jackson, and “A Bolt of White Cloth” by Leon Rooke. In these stories, the protagonists are rewarded or punished by society based on their prior actions. This is explored through the characters’ perceptions of perfection, expressions of love,

It was the day before the convention, and I had just woken up. I was so excited, this would be the first time I 'd have a meet and greet to meet my fans. I get off my bed, remembering that my flight is in 3 hours. I grab the video camera from the desk and flop down on the bed.

Trespassing is never a good idea, but it is usually fun. But it 's the thrill of trespassing and doing something that you 're not supposed to do is the whole reason we do things like trespass or steal or anything illegal most of the time. And that thrill is was this story is all about. We didn 't know for sure what we were walking into, or what we were getting ourselves into.

The animal rescue industry doesn't think that a girl is fit for the job. That’s why you very rarely see woman diving into freezing waters to save a dog or cat. Women are fragile said my father who believed women should stay home and take care of the kids. But i didn't care i was going to be an animal rescuer no matter what. “If you hold fast to dreams. For if dreams die. Life is a broken-winged bird.That cannot fly”(Hughes) I don't want to be a bird that can’t fly, i want to score higher than any bird that has ever lived. This was what i thought when i was younger, but now that i have fulfilled my dream i have realized being a bird was childish. Yes i have made it and yes i have saved many animals but i am still criticised even though i am