Crimson Regret - Short Story
Babylonia's streets were a place of meetings, laughter and animated
discussions as long as the sun reigned over the city where Semiramis
ruled. But by night, with the silvery orb of the moon competing in
brightness with the twinkling stars, they were grey and forlorn. The
claw-like branches of the trees seemed to reach out for Pyramus as he
wandered among the roads, enveloped in his cape. The buildings threw
long, ghastly shadows when the soot-bellied clouds let through beams
of moonlight. A shiver ran down Pyramus's spine as an icy wind blew on
the back of his neck. He started running towards the towering fountain
that was named the Tomb of Ninus. He saw the moonlight sparkling in
the clear waters of the fountain, and his breath sacked in his throat.
Where was Thisbe? Her virginal white robes should stand out in the
deserted square like a candle in the dark.
"Thisbe! Thisbe!" he called, his eyes searching the surroundings for
his love. "Thisbe!"
His voice echoed in the silence. She was not there. Had she not been
able to come? Had her father surprised her? Had he locked her in,
forced her to admit, made her swear never to see him again?
And then suddenly, the blood froze in Pyramus's veins.
The wind blew ever so slightly on the soft earth, but it had not wiped
the trails of round paws out. A lion. Pyramus's glance followed the
trail left by the feline, his heart bumping against his ribs like a
trapped animal. A cry died on his wizened lips.
A veil. The white veil of chastity that Thisbe was forced to cast over
her beautiful face whenever she left the manor that had become her
prison. Pyramus darted towards it, his eyes widened, his cheeks
bloodless, his bare feet uncaring of the little sharp rocks that sank
into them, screaming soundlessly.
His numbed fingers closed around the thin veil, which fell back to the
ground like a stream of water that he could never grasp.
On Saturday, September 9th, 2017, at 2034 hours, I was dispatched to 3217 Grouper Rd in reference to a domestic violence incident that had just occurred.
I was silent. The trees were blowing calmly in the wind, and the wind was softly whistling as Elizabeth and I remained in c...
Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over something that has happened or been done. Most people feel regret over past mistakes or missed opportunities. In A Christmas Carol, regret is dredged out of the main character through memories and visions of his life and others. Scrooge is taken on a journey with the Three Spirits to reclaim his life and change his ways. As Scrooge is forced to introspect by way of the Spirits, Dickens uses Scrooge’s regret help him see his mistakes and change his ways. The lessons Scrooge must learn in order to change his life are the importance of kindness and generosity and the dangers of greed and indifference.
Louis Boone an American author once said, “The saddest summary of life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have”. These descriptions come under one general term. They are what is commonly known as regrets.
For my short story movie poster I chose “The Silver Noose” by Amy Tieu. “The Silver Noose” is about a boy named Gevan Gene who lives in a futuristic dystopian society where people have a set death date, or “expiry” date, and are given a silver collar with said date on it.
We got into the “boat” that you ride, and it started up the ramp to the top. When we got to the top, we slid down really fast, it was awesome! At the end of the ride, the boat hits the water and sends up a huge spray getting everyone wet.
High up in the heather where nobody was and no noise was but birdsong and nothing moved but the breeze, something began.
Civil War is described as two groups or nations fighting in the same country. With that being said, the two stories “ The Sniper and “Cranes” are based off Civil War.
There are different types of parent and child relationships. There are relationships based on structure, rules, and family hierarchy. While others are based on understanding, communication, trust, and support. Both may be full of love and good intentions but, it is unmistakable to see the impact each distinct relationship plays in the transformation of a person. In Chang’s story, “The Unforgetting”, and Lagerkvist’s story, “Father and I”, two different father and son relationships are portrayed. “The Unforgetting” interprets Ming and Charles Hwangs’ exchange as very apathetic, detached, and a disinterested. In contrast, the relationship illustrated in the “Father and I” is one of trust, guidance, and security. In comparing and contrasting the two stories, there are distinct differences as well as similarities of their portrayal of a father and son relationship in addition to a tie that influences a child’s rebellion or path in life.
Destiny woke up in what looked like they woods. She met nice man and woman, named Allison and Henry, who took care of her and taught Destiny how they get their food. ““Well,” Allison said, “ we make our food with things we find here and there. The women go out into the woods and bring back anything they find. Berries, fruits, nuts, or leaves.” “So, if the women go out and collect things like nuts and berries, then what do the men do?” Destiny asked her. “ The men also go out into the woods, but they hunt animals like deer and bison. They also go fishing every once in awhile.” She replied.
“...For a great many people, the evening is the most enjoyable part of the day. Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day. After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished? The hard reality is, surely, that for the likes of you and I, there is little choice other than to leave our fate, ultimately, in the hands of those great gentlemen at the hub of this world who employ our services. What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one’s life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that is in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment.” (Ishiguro, 244)
passed by me, the whirlwind scooped up a dormant pile of leaves lying next to
I wandered around the path near the lake because it was always peaceful and quiet there in the morning and the trees that hung over the wide walkway only drew me in more. The cool wind blew continuously, and some of the leaves that barely hung on to the branches were pulled along with it. They floated while dropping slowly, and one of the leaves chose my head as a landing spot. I brushed my hair with my hand, not caring if doing so messes up my hair, since the wind already accomplished that job the second I took a step outside my house.
trees blew in the mist of the cool sudden gust of the tropical, morning air, like smooth feahers
The traditional short story is a genre of a prose. It is a fiction work that presents a world in the moment of an unexpected change. The traditional short story obeys some rules, such as the unexpected change and major events with detail. The modern short story is a revolution which is based on the traditional short story. In other words, if the traditional short story is in the first floor, the modern short story is in the second floor. Therefore, the modern short story still obeys some rules that the traditional short story obeys, and breaks some rules that the traditional short story obeys. One rule that the modern short story still uses is the unexpected change. The rules broken by the modern short story are that the major events are not detailed, and that the border between the real world and the fiction world. This paper first talks about the unexcepted change and uses the examples of “Eveline” and “The Open Window.” Then, this paper talks about major events with detail, and uses the examples of “Lottery,” “The Open Window” and “Hills Like White Elephants.” Finally, this paper talks about the meta-literary and the border between the real world and the fiction