Genre Short Story. Page - 167

A boy has his heart in a box. On his chest is a small zipper. An old man lives with him. He has the key to the box around his neck, and will not give the boy his heart back. The boy feels no love or feelings, but the old man loves him. Why would he not let him have his heart? Why is it in a box in the first place?

A little girl gets a small glass box and brings it home to her mother. A story short enough to read in just a few minutes, but will hopefully stick with you for a while.

Muriel Beagle was an awful piano teacher. An abomination! Thirty minutes - that's all she allotted per lesson, and most days she started late or was interrupted by one of her bratty kids bursting in unannounced. Lost time was never recouped on the back end of the lesson, and once, the music teacher even took a cell phone call and it wasn't an emergency. So unprofessional!

I have three words for you. Vincent. James. Tomoser. He's all I truly think about. And if it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be who I am today. He makes me smile and laugh even though he doesn't see it. We used to be the best of friends and I wish we still were, but what he doesn't know cant hurt him.

Sudden death of a close relative is a matter of sentiment and difficult to bear. .

She said yes! I could just imagine what the rest of our lives will bring!.

Smoke and darkness
Flames licking my body
Pain
One scream
One word
One life
Gone forever


One family torn apart
By one child
Changing everything
One sacrifice
One prophecy
One death
Gone forever

A grieving restaurant worker who recently lost his girlfriend in a neighborhood gang rivalry in Chicago saved an innocent young woman who was being sexually assaulted in a dark alley but due to fate, ironically he made a surprisingly discovery.

Rachel has a good life but then the one thing she can't stop her self being attracted to, ruins her life. She is left clueless running from one boy to another but she can't make her mind up.