Rough Draft Short Story

The film opens with shots of the freeway, establishing the neighborhood in geographical space and allowing the audience to approach it as a resident would. Aerial shots are used to great effect. On the one hand, it shows the neighborhood's rundown state as well as many of the gaps left by homes that have already been destroyed. The negative space creates a tangible absence which evokes the loss felt by the residents who have chosen to stay; however, it also highlights that the residents are hanging on to something that is virtually gone and perhaps better let go. Simultaneously, the aerial shots capture something aesthetically beautiful within the rundown neighborhood.

The story 19 Minutes is an emotional rollercoaster ride from the perspective of multiple families. families that fight together through the loss of their children and loved ones from a tragic school shooting. In the story 19 Minutes the reader can find examples of bullying, depression, and suicide. The story starts with the reader believing that Peter started shooting up the school just because he was crazy.

Thomas C. Foster uses the twenty-fourth chapter of How to Read Literature Like a Professor as a place to investigate how authors employ illnesses to give meaning to their stories. But not all illnesses are physical, and Courtney Cole’s novel, Nocte, displays how the human body reacts to extreme trauma in ways of self-preservation. After surviving a car crash in which her mother and brother died in, Calla Price’s body shut itself down into a coma and rejected all notions that pointed to reality. Instead, her brain blocked out anything that could make reality seem real, and she woke up from her coma believing that her brother and mother were still alive. Her illness may not have been as literal as heart disease or cancer but her inability to

It was about midnight, Tango was pushing his limits, galloping full speed. We’d been at this for about a hour. My muscles ached from repetitively slamming against the warm saddle, my posture was slipping, hell, I could barely keep my heels down anymore. I cursed under my breath when we came up to a fence, but luckily, I knew this city like the back of my hand. I took a sharp left and Tango sped up.

“Here.” He said, handing me the white envelope that remain sealed with a small blue sticker that read sixteen on it. I gape at the letter, then peer back up into twinkling mossy green eyes that belonged to no one other than Cameron Anderson, the dirty blonde headed boy who girls drooled over and fantasized about during their free time. Undoubtedly they were all only after him for his daddy’s wealth, some possibly his looks. Simply Cameron was the captain of the well respected baseball team who most likely has the intelligence of a 5 year old and in no way was I going to be dragged into the feminine world of raging hormones over this guy, even if he is rather good looking, I unashamedly admit to myself.

Halfway through the story the boys begin to explore the big city. Their immediate fascination comes mostly from the vast difference between this new setting and their home. They find beauty in the lights of various modern establishments such as massage parlors and floral shops. However, they soon begin to seek out familiarities between the city and

October 14 7:07 am: The raindrops glisten as i walk along the road listening to my walkman. “another day another blunder” i thought to myself. when im a minute away the bus drives right by me. “oh crap” i pull out my phone to call my parents. When I get to my bus stop I like all my parents and they come pick me up but when they before they do that they yell at me like every other day when I get to school I go straight to the band room to drop off my bass clarinet.

‘’Emily’’wake up,you're going to be late for school. ’’ I ignored my mom and kept my eyes closed hoping that she would just leave. ‘’Emily’’ get up up, i'm not going to repeat myself again. Wake up emily or am going to take your drawing book away from you for a month!’’

A thin arm reached out of the passenger-side window and tossed the Sunday edition of the Tangerine Times on the driveway. It was oversized and heavy, and double-wrapped in a plastic bag.” This makes me think that he was bored while he was waiting for the paper. He waited a day for the paper, because of the article he knew was going to be in the paper. He had been waiting for so long that he gives us all the details of how it got delivered.

It is the seventh day and I am still sitting on the bench for embarrassing my teacher. I remember the feeling of guilt and the fact that I could not get up and play. It was a great view to only see other kids play handball, basketball, and even kickball. Boy, did I feel like I was going to explode. Whenever I would try to leave, the two teachers supervising me would always blow the whistle.

The Trial was over. It was a time of much turmoil in my heart and soul. How could I face all those who spoke up against me? They had only known Lucas for two years, so to speak up and say he was such a magnificent outstanding man who would never do what he did, was so indescribably wrong.

Short Story Rough Draft By: Hunter Walker It was March 14th, 1999, 11:52PM, 71 year old name Margaret was at her house on 63 Cutter Ave, alone, Margaret was sitting in her living room watching one of her favorite shows, “Grand Home,” when she see at the corner of her eye a dark figure walk past her window

Change and hope are what gets people through life but sometimes how it’s presented to us is more important than the message itself. In the poem, “New Days Lyric”, the author, Amanda Gorman, describes the experience she and others around her had when it came to COVID-19. The poem embarks on a mental journey where Gorman describes from beginning to end the effect the coronavirus had on the world and how everyone overcame it. The author also uses a point in the world (the coronavirus) that everyone experienced in order to allow readers to relate to the poem and what she has to say. The author uses diction or word choice such as “all together” and “altogether” in order to convey her message that hope and courage are an important aspect in order

The faint buzzing of an old street light in the distance was the only sound that filled the air. The loud dogs that paced yellow lawns and fenced in porches were deep asleep. It was as melancholy as it could get. My hand trembled, I looked down at the paper weapon clasped between my fingers. I lifted my hand and pressed the cold cigarette to my chapped lips, long ago accepting the fact that I 'd never remember the taste of his mouth, in the same way I didn 't remember the last time my life wasn 't anything more than a huge fucking shit show.

I caught myself getting furious at even nominal things. I thought a lot about how I was going to survive without her being here. I thought I was moving on, until one day someone asked me, “ If you had one wish what would it be?” and the first thing I thought was to spend that one wish on my mother.