Essays on Short Story

Short stories have a way of teaching readers the intricacies of the society, its populace, and history in general. Two such short stories include Sonny’s Blues by James Baldwin and Recitatif by Toni Morrison goes on to explain the themes of racial bias, suffering, and…

A flaw we have as humans is knowing what awaits us, yet ignoring the possibility of it ever becoming a reality. This flaw in a microcosm mirrors Dan Berry’s reference to his child’s goldfish in his essay One last Swirl Around the Bowl. In the…

Nova glanced up from her phone. The few people in the library were still busy doing their thing. Glancing at her watch, Nova realised that it was five minutes past her shift and cursed under her breath as she waved off Estella and hurried into…

They wrote about the struggles of coming of age, sexist stereotypes, overcoming social boundaries, and the wonders of curiosity. In William Faulkner’s Nobel Prize speech, he stated that all writers have a duty to fulfill. Faulkner wanted to get writers to see the importance of…

The sidewalk was always wet and the threat of rain emerged in the evenings. Mornings were dim and cold and the walk to the bus stop were long and slow. I watch as my breath smoked and rose above me. I was headed to the…

The distinct click of the lock was the very first to disconnect me from normality. Eyes closed, inhaling the sweet spring air, I rose my head to feel the breeze brush my dusted pink cheeks and as my eyes began to open, the amber glow…

“The Gnome,” is a short story about a king’s love for a tree that indirectly causes him to hurt those dearest to him, his three daughters. All three of his daughters are sucked deep into the ground when they trigger a protective spell that was…

Hello, my fellow readers. This is Emelie and I’m back again with another blog. This time I’ll be talking about how a highly requested subject and that’s how a ghost perceives the world, like, how I interact with things, how I see things, stuff like…

“Follow me”, he whispered, quiet but resolute. My heart was going through some sort of episode as I felt it rise from my chest into my throat. It was nighttime in the quiet city on the water. The trees and grass sparkled from the mist…

Chapter 1 Once Once there was a child. Me. I was well built,strong and robust. I was travelling from his mum’s house to his dad’s house. This is because my well-loved parents had unfortunately divorced due to the amount of arguments they were having. I…