A Short Story : A Story?

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

It had taken some rearranging, but the Payne’s were going to have to share a room, with each of her sisters and their husband bedding in one of the girl’s double beds. Pa grumbled the most when he was sent out to the shed to share the space with his sons, who had been carried there earlier. Alma sensibly pointed out that the senior Paynes couldn’t be expected to sleep in the shed and Ma’s bed had taken over the parlor. Still, he took some persuading to go back out into the pounding rain and race to the barn. Finally, Alma propped her legs on the edge of the bed and slept the night away in the bedside rocker. The day had been long and hard and she was exhausted. She had planned to sit through the night with Ma anyway. But if Ma stirred, she didn’t call enough to wake

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

The flood of emotions tumbles out. A stream of questions, one after another, is rapidly fired at him - where did he go, why did he leave, and most importantly, why didn’t he say goodbye? All this time she’d spent waiting in the past, suspended in time, unable to receive any semblance of closure or composure. All the pent up emotions rush out of her and guilt flashes in his eyes. "Let’s go inside first,” he says, “I’ll explain what I

She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the

Right then she heard hard heavy footsteps outside in the corridor before her door was flung open. She opened her mouth to scream but then she realized it was her husband and she started to laugh instead. “Oh you scared me dear.

“So, since your father and his father didn’t have a couch or extra blankets, Dad told me to sleep in his bed while he slept on the floor. I told him no, so he set up a divider; I took the wall, he took the edge.” Mom rested her arm on the counter and sucked in a gulp of air.

"What's happening?" she asked, but this time her words were heavy, and became intense. I stood up for a moment, meeting her eyes with mine. I let out a sigh as I glided down the wall and sat down. "Nothing," I whispered. "Go back to sleep while you can." I could see her tremble as she pulled the rotten cloth over her head and turn to her side, ignoring the stench and forcing herself to fall asleep.

Camila’s stomach knotted up at the excitement of seeing her girlfriend later that afternoon. They were rarely apart longer than a few hours. When hours went to days it all seemed very torturous to the pair. She wasn’t much in the mood in the mood to talk at the moment, still not sure if she was awake or continuing to linger in dreamland. She replied to the older girl lovingly with a kissy cat emoji, before rolling herself up in her large purple comforter and relocating to the couch in her darkened living room on the lower level of her house.

Now, sitting up straight in bed, she clutched her chest and gasped for air. Moving to one side of the bed, she placed her feet squarely down upon the shaggy throw rug that held her slippers. Although she had shaken off the murky nightmare, for her, the experience was disturbing and all-too real; however, the harrowing event wasn't the first occurrence of its kind.

She walked in the next morning and didn’t see him she was nearly fully dressed. She was so shocked that she lost control and slammed the door. She quickly regretted it. She tiptoed like if she was walking in the room of someone very sick or a stranger. She

Slowly opening the door, she stuck her head into the room, it was dim and dusty. Sitting on the bed Charles sat, staring at his feet, not recognizing his mother’s arrival. She sat next to him.

“Let's worry about this in the morning” Hal said, to Chester. They both seemed content with this answer. “Fine but we should confront Lilly about what we have found” Chester said, he always did like to have the last word on everything. There was so much I did not know. Was I really some princess or were they just insane. I looked out of my window into the foggy night. I was so tired yet I could not fall asleep I kept replaying their argument over and over in my head. Then, after hours of just lying there thinking I fell into a deep sleep. I could feel the strong heat of the sun, it hit me through the open window, yet I did not want to wake up. It felt like forever, since I slept in a proper bed. “When do you think she would wake up,” somebody

“I hope John isn’t there, he’s creepy at work.” A shit ton of thoughts absorbed my brain, from who was going to be there, to even what food she was having at her party, ‘cause I was hungry; before I knew it, I was at the house. Walking up the driveway, I approach the door, heartbeat escalated like drummers performing a cadence at a football game. I got a hold of my nerves and just went for it; I have to sike myself out in order to calm down. “Come on, it’s just a normal

Blake put his phone down on the desk next to his bed.He got up as fast as he could and ran to the restroom to brush his teeth.When he finished cleaning his teeth he rushed to the closet to get his clothes out of the closet.He quickly put on his shirt but was a little challenged with his pants.Each time he tried to put his foot inside his pants his foot would go the opposite way.When he finally properly put his pants on he rushed to the living room to get his keys.Once he got his keys he quickly walked to his car.Driving to the hospital wasn’t a hard task to do.Mostly because it was nighttime and everyone was sleeping.When Blake arrived to the hospital he knew he could slow down the paste a little bit so he walked inside with calm.