A Small Dilemma

Connor Schenkey
753 Maple Street
Okanagan Falls
V0H 1R0

February 14, 2011

To: John Smith
Mayor
City Hall 568 Main Street
Small Village, B.C.


Dear Mr. Smith:

The importance of this decision cannot be taken lightly. With that being said the past decisions made by Gunter cannot be justified. Though he has become quite the reputable individual within our community his true face needs to be revealed. Our peoples need to see the true side of this villain. For too long has he concealed himself within the shadows of our community. Immediate action is necessary, here’s my proposal as to why we need to rid ourselves of this monstrosity.

Gunter has assisted in the slaughter of more people that live in this very village. Under no circumstance can what he’s done be repaid. He has evaded the hammer of justice for far too long. Gunter rightfully deserves to be tried on the basis of his actions. In our village we believe in a system called justice. If we let this man's history simply fade away, we will be ignoring the foundation our village was built upon.

Another pending disaster is the possibility of Gunter re-offending. Who’s to say this man is not capable of being involved in future crimes? For the safety of our children we cannot let this man live on. Gunter is a dormant criminal and it’s only a matter of time until he kills again. A man so heartless and sinister has no place among us.

Can a man of such a dark past really be trusted? One wonders what else Gunter might have done? A being who keeps these horrors to himself is all but clearly not trust worthy. My mind endlessly ponders what else this man might have done. For the safety of our peoples and for the good of justice Gunter Grass's true side needs to be revealed.

-Sincerely, Connor Schenkey

The Paragraph As Good As Gold

George looked up from shoeing the horse to see the outline of Curley's wife in the doorway of the barn. They were alone. George felt the air on his face cold as ice. He searched for something to say but remained silent as a mouse. The two exchanged awkward glances then parted ways. George walked out of the barn faster then a speeding bullet. He thought about her eyes as blue as the ocean. Her skin as soft as silk. Even just the thought of her made George jump for joy. George wanted nothing more then to be her knight in shining armour. George walked on into the night. He walked into the cornfield, the stalks were as tall as trees. They swayed in the breeze as the wind howled like wolves. Then he heard a yell it sounded like a roar of a lion. George ran towards the direction of the noise. He galloped like a horse. Finding his way back to the barn. George saw Lennie who was laying motionless; flat as a board. Blood was streaming from Lennies throat it was red like a rose. George stood speechless in the night air. He turned to see Curley's wife standing back in the doorway. They were alone again, but this time she had a blood stained axe.