Genre Short Story. Page - 86
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I wrote this short story for a contest that I competed in my freshman year of high school called Young Georgia Authors. I was pronounced grade representative with this short story. It qualified for the regional competition, but didn't get any farther than that. This story is set in Medieval Times. It's basically about a war that takes place- a fictitious war of course.
"the sound of women’s laughter drifted across the still water of the harbour, lights glinted on the oily blue surface. She was an Indian ship, The Mumbai Princess. He could see turbaned members of the crew moving among the guests serving drinks. It was Divali, the Indian festival of light, flickering lanterns and night lights. In the stern of the ship was a golden statue, one of the Hindu goddesses- garlands of bright flowers hung round her neck. She shimmered, reflecting the light
Gullible Carson was dared to to set foot in the creepiest house on the block. It's dark, abandoned, and ancient-perfect for exploring. But when Carson finds himself in the vacant mansion, he realizes he may not be alone.
It is pointless to talk about things that have happened. It is useless to admonish about things that are in progress. It is pointless to blame what is past. (Konfuzius)
Analee Petrakis wwas ready to see her boyfriend after two months, but Mother Nature had a different plan for her.
Quantum Entanglements, Universes, Wife’s Lives, Gone ! .
Once again, it was too late for Saranya to react. A widow before she turned 25, the society entangled her in problems that looked impossible/improbable to solve. But who will rescue her from such delicate issues that can hurt her deeply and leave her suffocated with unexpressed feelings and emotions.
I think of short stories, very dumb, I can eat a sandwich, when I humm! .
This chapter is told in the view of Cabott Winston. Cabott is a thought driven character with a passion for nature and paper cap making. He constantly visits a nearby forest, just to see the sights. He is stunned at the fact that a factory, just the opposite, could be so close to something beautiful. Meanwhile, Martin follows Cabott's mother, Rain. Cabott remains oblivious for the longest time. Martin is hopelessly in love with Cabott's mother, he has been all along. Martin can't wait to get in