A Brief Story : A Short Story Of The Last Story

The two walked together in silence on the way back to Liz’s house. Both not sure exactly what to say. When they finally reached Liz’s house Liz said. “ I hope this won’t be the last of

“Babe, I think we need to talk,” Tyler’s face was serious, “it’s about us and our future.” He took my hand and led me towards the couch.

I ignored his complaint, and actually smiled when I heard him stomp, and even laughed when he let out a huge ‘harumph’. I may have listened if Bill had not sided with Tyler, sealing our doom. “You know, Cameron, I understand your desire to study this… this thing, but Tyler’s right. Without the proper authorities, who knows what will happen?”

Jason started to cry again, but they were solemn tears, not the chaotic wails from before. "I want to go. I want to leave. I'm happy that you're letting me go. Thank you, Ty. I love you." He smiled weakly, bringing Tyler towards him carefully. Tyler paused, stopping cold and frowning. In a turn of events, he sniffled, a couple tears coming out of his eyes as

"Stop her." Jimmy forgot the squabble as he saw what was happening. He screamed at the top of his lungs, caught between the need to maintain hold of Alyssa and wanting to let go and

I see Ponyboy shifting his feet on the ground, and sweat running down his palms.. “I’m sorry Darry, Johnny and I fell asleep in the

"But shawn you can't do this, what do think jumping of the building will solve everything it won't Shawn it will cause more problems just please come down from there." I cried holding on hand out for him to

“Just anxious, I guess.” Tyler hadn’t looked at him since his initial greetings, and he didn’t now.

“Evander Thomas, and Cassandra Marie! Stop arguing at once and get along, or we will have to fix this the hard way!” Their mom yelled from the kitchen.

“Hey Josh, Mary dragged me out. She said that I needed to take a break from studying.”

Tyler stared at Willa while her gaze was averted. Just looking at her he could tell something was troubling her mind. For some reason Tyler desperately wanted to know what she was thinking about. "Darlin', what's on your mind? You look a bit worried."

The knock at the door startled Dana. She set the Bible she was reading aside, stood, and approached the door.

“Ugh... what did I tell you about talking, Tilly?” Murray said with an air of superiority. “Thank God we don 't have to listen to any story come out of you tonight.”

“Myra,” I greeted, coming up beside my mother. “You look stunning.” Her eyes widened, but she’d been told what to expect.

Her disappearance was a mystery, never understood by anyone. She lived in the house at the end of the street, grand in appearance yet never seen inside by anyone. One could guess that the walls were covered in elegant trimming and opulent arches as the entrance to every room, with the ‘oh so beautiful’ garden, almost fantasy-like, filled with an abundance of roses and trees that’s vines hung down wrapping around, seemingly able to snatch you when you walk to close.