Slaughterhouse 5 Book Review Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, recollecting the memories of watching the news about an escaped convict who preys on the youth and chops their bodies after violating them. "We are they found?" Seth asked. "It was the scariest shit, and it took three days for the cops to find them hidden in the woods, scared." I continued; memories flashed again of my brother and Jordan unconscious behind a bush covered in blood and guts. "They were safe and taken to the hospital. Both were malnourished and dehydrated but are safe." "What happened to the convict?" I look up at Logan, who had experienced something like this with Niana, his ex-girlfriend who was killed by her psycho ex-boyfriend and was released by another p

TAWNY I wiped the blood and sweat from my brow in an over-exaggerated movement. I was beaten, tired, overwhelmed, exasperated; as many words, as you can find to explain how broken a will and resolve was - I was it. The sun was peaking over the horizon, the red glow in the sky reflecting the blood that drenched the streets of Cambiador. The aftermath of the carnage I stood amongst, was unimaginable. The streets ran red with blood that was slowly being absorbed by the dry dirt. I looked up to Mason, hoisting yet another body over his shoulder and placing it in the bed of the truck, with the others.

He laughed, “There’s another reason I chose here. So open your damn eyes and look around.” I obeyed and didn’t understand. It was dark, overhead was pitchblack and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what was making that shuffling noise above. It sounded like birds. Then there was a bang above as I saw a flash of light before dust started to fall. For a brief moment I saw how high the ceiling was, floor to ceiling thousands of books lined the dark wooden shelves. The shuffling? I swore they were oddly shaped birds, maybe even bats? My eyes tried focusing but it was hopeless, whatever was up there didn’t want me to see it. The dust though, as my eyes were guided down following one speck

At that time, I found myself asking many questions that were unnecessary at the moment. Why did the author write such fine details? Did he/she know how much therapy costs these days? Was the author going to pay for my therapy? It was unlikely so. All I wanted was to get out of this horrible book. "Ugh… the bodies." I heard a soldier make a disgusted groan. "The smell." Well, what did he know? I was lying with corpses. It was no rosy scent. The smell had my stomach churning too. But I needed to survive.

The house seemed to throb with the echoes of screams, the weight of death pressing down on every wall, every shadow. Outside, the truck driver whispered to his assistant, "Where did that madman go?" One of the workers replied, fear thick in his voice, "He seems to be hiding somewhere." They moved cautiously through the fields, swarming over the green crops, eyes scanning every shadow. The truck driver, unseen from above, watched eyes gleaming in the darkness. Slowly, he descended from the roof and re-entered the fields, an axe in hand. In the shadows, the worker got too close. He struck the driver with fatal precision—the axe split the skull, the body shriveled in the soil. One by one, he hu

Once it arrived, he stared intently at the sanatorium before climbing into the ambulance and leaving with her. I finally realized that the once proud and confident Adaline was now mentally unstable. I didn't know what she and John had gone through over the past five years. Nevertheless, as I watched that entire scene unfold before me, I couldn't quite put the feeling I had into words. Was it hate? Not really. But had I forgiven them? Nope. Perhaps it would be most apt to describe me as an uninvolved bystander, watching a tragedy that had nothing to do with me. It was sad and a little uncomfortable, but that was all.

Nothing could be recovered. Lillie arrived at Slaughter Hill to find her house had burned to the ground. She ran to the neighbors’ house in tears. Everything she worked for all her life was gone. It devastated her at what happened to her. She talked to the neighbor and was informed that Jennifer was seen spreading something over her porch minutes before it caught on fire. Lillie was devastated and reported to the police what she had discovered. She then called Paul. Paul invited Lillie to live with him until she could have a house built. The Fire Marshall investigated the burning of Lillie’s house. Jennifer was found guilty of arson and sentenced to prison. Months later, Lillie and Paul were

I couldn’t leave because we were in a more populated area where my face could be recognized, especially being in the same state as the motel where he killed two people. The beep of the electronic key went off and I sat up, my stomach’s call answered. “They’re coming,” Five said as he stepped in, throwing a few bags onto the table. “Are you sure?” Six asked as he shut the screen and put away the gun he’d been cleaning. In my opinion, he had an unhealthy relationship with his firearms. Five tossed me a bottle of water, then handed me a bag. “No onion, right?” He winked at me. I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I’m going to be kissing you. Why are you denying me vital nutrients?” Inside the bag w