A Parody: A Short Story

I immediately rushed to my parents room; no matter what age I seem to reach, mother always knows best. I abruptly shook my mom awake, explaining the situation in-between sharp breathes of pain and anxiety. With her being a nurse, she immediately began to make calls; pacing back and fourth in the background, I awaited my fate.

I screamed in tears, “Dad! Mom,” at the top of my lungs as I was laying on the hard,cold basement floor.

Ryder’s class. So, then I realized that My laptop was in my room. So I opened the door slowly and want to my table and grab my MacBook. Then when I was coming back I fell down on the floor. “Boom”!! Immediately my parents came upstairs like they were going to go run a race, and like they were going to win.They saw my door opened. My sister came to my room with her phone, and says” should i call the doctor, or should I call 911, or wait should I go get your phone and call the doctor”. “Go get my phone, and call the doctor as quick as possible” dad reply after hearing my sister Brooklyn talk a

“Mommy?” I called out, walking into my parents’ room and seeing my mom crying on her knees.

Rudy hated to go home with his left ear bleeding and his right eye almost closed. Rudy was was almost home and he still didn’t know how he will explain his black eye and bloody ear to his mother. Rudy still remembers vividly what happened and how much pain he was in. Rudy was walking up his driveway when he heard “Rudy! What in the world happened to your face?” yelled Rudy’s mom. Rudy started to worry as he was not at all prepared to explain what had really happened.

“Amber, have you finished writing your monthly analysis yet?” Amber heard a disembodied voice ask. Amber spun around in her desk chair on the very old fashioned wheels. It was strange how the chair had survived the thousand years of its existence.

When she came in nick was telling her what happened, and she got a wash cloth wet and cleaned the blood off my face, and told me to hold it to my eye. She was panicking because she didn’t know what to do. Finally, she decided to call mom and dad I sat in the living room until they came home. They couldn’t get home right away so I had to wait until around 4:30 when they got off work. I was calm until they walked in, I don’t know why but I just was. I remember sitting there in the chair, my mom and dad looking at my eye. My mom said that I needed to go to the hospital and get stiches but my dad said that I didn’t need them. I didn’t go to the hospital, but my mom still thinks that I needed to

It was a cold winter’s night, with mighty winds blowing hard against Jimbo’s glistening pectorals. Jimbo bounded over a small, thorny brush in pursuit of his next victim. His prey was fast, remarkably so, but neither Man nor Nature could stand between Jimbo and his next meal. The prey’s foot got caught on a small twig, completely halting their breakneck speed. Jimbo pounced on the prey’s struggling body, and without hesitation, sunk his teeth deep into the victim’s abdomen. Jimbo let out an audible moan of pleasure, as there was nothing Jimbo loved more than the taste of fresh gazelle. Jimbo felt his rush of adrenaline slowly dwindle. He toyed with the flaccid limbs of the gazelle, not knowing what to do next. He had been exclusively a lion

As I speak I pretend to pass out. But then something hit me. I was really in pain on my back. As if someone had stabbed me. I screamed in pain as mom turns me over seeing the wounds that were bestowed upon me. Father rushes to call the doctor and as I see Macy comes running in like dog to come help. As Macy cleans my wounds and slow asked what happened after my father had left the room.

The sky was dark with only the street lights there to help me see. It was around 9:00 PM and I saw that the lights were still on inside my house. Now that meant that my parents were still up, so I knew they were going to be angry. I was hanging out with some friends and just didn’t want any of it from my parents. I opened the door and the second I stepped into the house, my mom started yelling.

The next night as the concert was wrapping up Niall finished his speech then said Louis had an announcement. The stadium grew quiet as Louis walked to the front of the stage “Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of Larry Stylinson things going around and there is something I want to say about it.” He glanced over at one of the Modest members who was signaling for him to stop talking but he ignored him and looked back at Harry and motioned for him to come over to him. “How many people here believe Harry and I are in a relationship?”The crowd began cheering then Louis got them to be quiet again. He glanced at Harry then looked at the crowd “Well tonight I want everyone to know that we think it’s about time you all knew the truth. Make sure you get this

. . she unwittingly disturbed either his calculus or his drums he flew into a violent rage, during which time he choked her, . . . and smashed the furniture.”

My head was covered with blood and I heard screaming in my ears as I fall to the ground. I was in the first grade and tomorrow is pajama day, which I’m very excited for. I am six years old and it’s toward the end of the school year. My mom and I were in her room watching television, while my brother was taking a shower. I was running from my mom’s room to my room getting boxers and choosing what pajamas I was going to wear tomorrow. I was running back and forth to show my mom what I was going to wear. My mom had told me several times to stop running around the house, but I didn’t really listen to her because I was too excited. I ran to my drawer to get sports pajama pants and a matching shirt, until I ran and hit my mom’s door knob.

I woke up uncomfortable and hot, being carried off in a bed by masked men, I had never seen before. I was confused and the question “Where was I” rushed through my head over and over again. I looked around and I saw my mom walking next to me and the masked men. I was very relieved she was there, and I grabbed her hand. She explained to me what was going on; she told me I had been injured and in the hospital to get everything checked.

Both my parents burst through the doors, looking slightly concerned. “Mehak, why are you screaming?” My mom questioned. My eyes started to get watery, thinking of all the terrible possibilities, and I got a feeling in my gut that something was wrong. “Grandpa... H-he...w-were t-talking a-and h-he started c-coughing a-and the l-line w-went d-dead.” I stuttered, not knowing what to think. My dad flew out of the room, probably to contact my grandma about what was going on.