Mary O Toole: A Short Story

Mary Jones story revealed some of Mary's medical history was a violation of privacy. The medical records were not public information unless the patient gave permission, which in this case the patient did not give permission. Since, Mary jones and the affairs did not give right for anyone to release her information. Therefore, I believe Mary Jones and doctor have a right to sue the newspaper and the reporter, because of the publication of medical

As the Revolutionary War faded in Gunner’s memory, another image filled his mind. The smell was one they remembered from their adventures during the Revolutionary War. It was gunpowder! “Not another war”, was all Gunner could think. As Gunner looked down, he saw that they were dressed in a Union uniform….

Allie immediately thought of the old seamstress, she and her mother had gone to, to get her last gowns made, but she was in Savannah. “Do you know of a seamstress that won’t be swamped with orders- it is so close to time, I’m sure no one will be available this late,” said Allie, beginning to feel some of Eli’s excitement.

"I missed you too. I’ve been counting down the days until I can see you."

O'malley walked day and night till he came to the town of Shamrock, were the wisest of the lepoardcon clan resided. He was welcomed into the home of Shamrock the Great. He was the eldest of the old. The youngest of the young. He was the great Lepoardcon both young and old with fiery red hair. Shemrock the great sat O'malley down and spoke these words, “The rainbow, a four leaf clover, and a rabbit's foot. There is a magical spoonful in every bite.” With the riddle dancing in O'malley's head he set out to find the house. To those who are uneducated in the history of the Irish, one would be lead to believe the house means something utterly different. But what the educated

Nine-thirty a.m. became forever branded in Simone's mind because while the knock commanded most of her attention, she still managed to shift her eyes from the African mahogany entry door to the chrome-plated clock hanging on the dining room wall. Vividly, she recalled how that knock made her jump as the sound vibrated through her chest, reminding her of the remarkable blast heard coming from a huge cannon during a reenactment of the Battle of Gettysburg. It brought with it the force of thunder, crackling through the silence of an otherwise uneventful morning.

Today is another boring day staying at Eli place. These couple of days that past were very silent between Eli and I. After that night, he revealed Marie baby might be he’s was very upsetting, but at the same time it didn’t hit me like how I thought it was going to hit me.

Dear Nobody: The True Diary of Mary Rose is a non-fiction novel, edited by Gillian McCain and Legs McNeil, recounting the life of Mary Rose, hence the title. In this novel, Mary Rose recounts the last three years of her life, taking us along for the ride on the roller coaster that is her life. Mary Rose is forced to move to a small city that seems more like a town, causing her to be alone and desperate enough to hang out with anyone, even if they’re a bad influence. Mary Rose is dragged into a life full of drug and alcohol abuse, which doesn’t do anything to help with the life-threatening lung infection she has. Plagued with her troubled thoughts and a low self-esteem to match, Mary Rose struggles through life as a social outcast and a loner. Her story will leave you wanting to learn more and will forever stay with you in your mind.

Slender, yet tenderly framed against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it an appearance of being a peaceful, serene home- it was tall and elegant. Its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he’d seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where here-lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep from being caught by Yankee patrols. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, making love whenever they wanted; however,

One of the best short story writers of her day, Mary Flannery O’Connor was a brilliant writer, and still is, highly acclaimed. Her unique style of writing has a large part in her continued popularity. Ann Garbett states,”…O’Connor combined religious themes from her Roman Catholic vision with a comically realist character from the rural Protestant south to create a fiction that is simultaneously serious and comic” (1910). Mary O’Connor Flannery was an extremely talented young author who experienced hardships throughout her short life’ However, she used these experiences, her Roman Catholic faith, and the writings of William Faulkner and Nathanael West to develop highly praised short stories and novels such as “A Good Man Is Hard To Find”

Harry was running the final diagnostic’s on the FTL drive, everything was looking good, “Elle, run your tests on the engines and FTL drive.”

In 1890, there lived a woman, named Mary Cheapmann. She was a beautiful young lady with long blonde straight hair, white skin, and blue eyes. Every man that she met can’t resist to not see her face. She lived with her father, James Cheapmann in a village in Wiltshire, England. It was a small, peaceful and tranquil village, where the people lived happily and harmoniously. She helped her father every day, who was a poor vegetable seller in a traditional market.

Smoke from a cannon firing, rose upward in the wind then drifted toward her. Its scent reached her almost immediately. Remembering that Thomas said they mostly fired warning shots when ships came too close, Allie strained her eyes toward the sea looking for the masts of a ship. To her surprise, she saw sails heading into the harbor; she sat down and watched the large four-masted schooner lower its sails as it slipped quickly into the harbor. About an hour later, when Eli came to visit, he told her there had been a battle at Sewell’s Point in Virginia; the ship brought news of it. Riding along Pinckney Street, the carriage slowed to a walk because there was so much activity in the streets; she saw more and more men coming into town. Some walked, some rode broken-down old mares and geldings; some rode in wagons. Most looked to be farmers; several looked to be more affluent than others were; they rode spirited steeds and had their manservant’s with them. Something drew Allie’s eyes to their feet as she remembered her father and Thomas discussing how the army would be barefoot in a year’s

s the lighting crackled and struck the pavement below, people sent sympathetic glances towards the child who was held by two grown men who held her tightly by her wrists. She screamed, yelled and tried her very best to escape but to no avail she failed. Her strength was not enough to beat two grown men. The lightning struck once more before vanishing together with the two men and the girl who was supposedly named Britney.

Ireland, at this point in history, is both crippled by its reliance on its past, and its simultaneous inability to learn from it. There had been two Potato Famines, numerous bloody civil disputes, and too many periods of government inaction. Joyce, writing from cosmopolitan Paris, looks back at his birthplace with rancor and pity, realizing that the great, fertile isle is one of the most backward places in Western Europe and the “civilized world.” He demonstrates this sentiment through the solemn, lugubrious language seen in the last paragraph of this passage: “The blinds would be drawn down and Aunt Kate would be sitting beside him,” Gabriel muses, “crying and blowing her nose and telling him how Julia had died. He would cast about in his mind for some words that might console her, and would find only lame and useless ones. Yes, yes: that would happen very soon.” It is an absolutist statement: Aunt Julia will die, soon; so too would Ireland, or at least the façade that its people were trying to