Silence- Short Story
“Aghhahahhhah!” screaming, Jade sprinted towards the exit door, she
tried to push it open; but it wouldn’t obey her. Jade started to run
around the library. She was petrified, scared as well as alone. The
thing—or whatever it was gaining on her. She managed to halt, and
then turn the corner. She stopped. Nothing— nothing was there; no
door; no windows; just a blank black wide wall. She was stuck!
Twisting her head, in front of her, stood the nightmare that she was
running from. It raced to her angrily; cravingly, she screamed.
Aghhahhahh!
2 months later:
Urban legends… very realistic, very scary. I get the chills just
reading them. My heart thumps so fast as if it’ll burst into a
thousand pieces. I start to shiver, as if the pictures would come to
life and grab me by the throat! But I never really believed that they
are real or that they occurred in reality.
However, I totally love the excitement as well as the thriller of
studying the exhilarating collection of urban myths. I can’t get
enough. It’s like a hobby that I can’t quit—I’m addicted.
“It’s time to go Abbey” I heard the librarian calling.
Scheming through the last urban legend I sealed the book, furthermore,
I looked across the spacious—empty hall at the large round clock,
smiling. It struck five o’clock; I was late to confront my best
friend who told me to be at the arcade—30 minutes ago!
While gathering my books, I made my way towards the ‘urban legends’
section to replace my borrowed books. I suddenly realised that the
‘check in’ desk was empty with the lights dead. Where did the
Librarian go? I didn’t lose my nerves, she was probably around the
back somewhere — I hope she is.
Placing the books on the shelves I rushed to the exit door. Twisting
the handle, I tried to open it by pushing; but it wouldn’t.
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.
In “The Great Silence” Ted Chiang presents the reader with the idea that humans and other intelligent species do live on earth. Communication between different species on earth can be difficult because they can’t express their thoughts to one another. According to a possible solution to fermi’s paradox, intelligent life would rather hide than to present themselves to potential enemies. Humans have a hard time trying to find other species to communicate with because they only focus on extraterrestrial life. Humans created the Arecibo observatory to send out signals into space and pick up any signals that could be sent by extraterrestrial life. Although Humans cannot speak directly to other species we are able to communicate with our actions and vibes.
Unlike many of the short stories we read, “A&P” by John Uplike displays the familiar effects of anti-Feminism and unnecessary conformity in both female and male characters. The story is placed in the 1960’s in a grocery store on a sunny afternoon. Three young, beautiful ladies walk in wearing their bathing suits and begin stir up controversy in the quite store. Even though none of the three girls have done anything wrong still everyone working and shopping in the store, with the exception of Sammy and Stokesie, seem in some ways disgusted with the girls attire. Of course this affects me and other young women; knowing that in the 1960’s women were treated with disrespect about their bodies and are still today treated this way. A mixture of bland setting, contrasting characters and a fairly uneventful plot the story unravels into a powerful story that brings out the negative and anti-feminism attitudes in a corrupt society.
A shrill scream is heard on the other side of the apartment. Jun almost ignores the sound, but thuds against the wall and bottles falling into a tub follows the scream. Jun pauses the movie he’s watching, grabs his bat next to his bedroom door, and heads into the hallway. Another scream is heard, causing Jun to jump and almost knock pictures off the wall. Jun walks to the other side of the apartment, where Tao and Kris lives, holding the bat close to his chest. A shriek is heard from the bathroom and Jun cautiously makes his way to Tao and Kris’ bathroom. Jun sees light under the bathroom door and hears music playing. Once he’s outside the bathroom, he takes a deep breath and steady’s the bat in his left hand. Jun slams the door open, completely
John her husband and her physician wasn't really paying attention to her and her actions like he should’ve so it got a lot worse. Shes locked in this room at the top of the house and is starting to go crazy about the yellow wallpaper that surrounds the room. She is seeing some lady in it crawling around, the lady in the wallpaper is actually a resemblance of her just crawling around looking about as crazy as she actually is in real life.The narrator, john’s wife, was imagining things in that wallpaper. She literally imagined a woman that looked exactly like her, crawling around in the foggy woods. The woman attempts to escape her confinement and the wallpaper by gnawing at the bed, which is nailed down, and peeling off the wallpaper with her fingernails. John let it get that far because he wasn't really caring too much other than he had it set in his mind that she was ok she just needed some rest. She finally escapes into total madness, starts creeping round and round the room on her hands and knees just like the lady in the wallpaper was. Really if you think about is that lady in the wallpaper she was imagining was her
Kelly had just fueled up in Nome, AK and is heading to Juneau to stay for the night. Her friend Ray is meeting her in Seattle on Thursday. She is driving through the small towns and looking at the old houses. While driving Kelly sees a house that has to be at least 100 years old. She decided to take a break from driving for while and stretch.
The silence of the air remaining motionless. The typewriter's keys periodically snap the silence. Each click was like a chisel striking and penetrating my heart. What remained was that of a mutilated sculpture, ready to collapse. This story wasn't meant to be read; only to help find myself in the events that had happened or what was about to. And if you are reading this. Then I guess I was unsuccessful in my attempts at finding such a
It was a regular night when a guy named Ben was reading a book in the living room. He was in the middle of a sentence when he heard a CRASH in his bedroom. He put his book down for a minute or two and waited to see if it was him or it was something in his house. he didn’t hear anything else but silence so he picked up his book and started reading again,he didn’t hear anything for the rest of the night.
The skeletal outline of the Abbey broods over the streets sloping down to the harbour, and the waves break endlessly onto the beach below the road. Cars rush past – a moment of light and noise, a memory of warmth, and then I’m alone with my bottle and the stutter of my heels on the pavement. The blare of a horn jolts me out of my trance; I’ve wandered into the middle of the road. I stay where I am, defiant and reckless, and it feels like old times. I lift the bottle in a toast to the disappearing car, and to freedom. I’m free; I’ve been released from the burden of love, and I celebrate by finishing the last of the wine, tipping most of it down the front of my t-shirt. .
It was witching hour. The female’s heavy breathing was breaking the silence of the night. She could hear the thundering, rambunctious footsteps of the lingering creature. Trying to be as silent as the darkness, she laid awake. Eyes wide open, praying to the gods that she’d make it through the night. Suddenly, she felt something lay gently on her shoulder. Her eyes enlarged, for her daughter’s hands were not that massive. She rolled over. A piercing scream disturbed the whole village.
The air that was left in his lungs had fled from his body as he took his last breath. His chest rose and fell for the last time. He was gone. His eyes glazed over and his heart had stopped beating. I closed his eyes. The wounds from the attack were far too big for his fragile body, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He fought so well but even then he wouldn’t have been able to overcome something that was as horrific as this.
'Compare/contrast Faulkner's 'Dry September' with 'A rose for Emily' in terms of writing style and character presentation.';
It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.
There was a girl named Kandy, she was 15 years old. Her life was extremely boring, all she ever did was go to school, go on her computer, eat and sleep. She spent all summer on her computer. She was really good with HTML and spent her free time making web sites. Kandy didn't have many friends and rarely talked to guys because she was shy and unconfident about her looks. That's why she went into chat rooms. She made a web site with pictures of herself on it and told people in chat rooms to go there. A lot of people would tell her how pretty she was and some would say she was ugly. That made her feel awful. When anyone would say anything nice to her, she wouldn't believe them and think that they were just making fun of her. She only had one real friend that she could talk to, her name was Ang.
Right as the report ended I could hear the sound. The sound that sent chills through my nerves. The room went cold. My eyes widen and my senses grew stronger than they had ever been before. My ears keep picking up the terrifying noises that haunt me. My eyes stay peeled down the hallway as I gently get off my couch. I can see the door and unclear image of what lies behind it. As I start moving forward bit by bit as the second hand on the clock makes leaps of five, the figure behind the glass pane of the door gets clearer. The dark figure stands out vividly against the cloudy evening sky