Short Story - The Thud

Short story - bang is coming again. Rose clicks on the TV to mute, her ears cling to the storm, and rain and hail mix on the roof. Soft snores came from the cellar as if someone or something had hit the book on the floor. Rose grasped the arms of the chair and cursed her husband as she left alone at such a night, but she fears the storm, the house of the sky, the illegal occupant, regardless of what she imagines It was. She ignited all the lamps and overhead lights in the house, but it did not exclude moisture, a dull feel of future destiny.

Thud Thud Thud Stomp Thud Thud Thud Stomp Thud thud stomp Stomp Stomp! Clara's line of sight was blurry when she tried to open my eyes She was able to see bright orange and red spots around, and people saw a big white thing she sounded like a drum I was struck. She felt the whole body gently swaying as if she were slightly sinking, as though she were floating in the water. She was taken and placed on a large flat stone decorated with spices and field flowers. When I was sitting on a stone she was surrounded by a full singing face with paint signs. An elderly woman with a black eyes covered her shoulder near the stone with big gray skin. She had something wooden bowl hidden inside, Clara crouched under the gesture of old lady, and she swept away Clara's face and chest with her index finger and thumb did. Trample nephew and jade came out of the crowd

Short story - bang is coming again. Rose clicks on the TV to mute, her ears cling to the storm, and rain and hail mix on the roof. Soft snores came from the cellar as if someone or something had hit the book on the floor. Rose cursed the arms of the chair, knew that he was afraid of the storm, the house of the sky, the illegal occupant, so I cursed to let her husband alone at such a night, but imagine them Saw. A short story is a means of telling the reader the thought, thought, and emotion of the author. It is a friendly text that starts with specific issues, develops through a specific strategy to deal with and discuss ideas. Of course, short stories are not composed of elements separated from one another, but are supported by a means of establishing the unity and unity of the novel.