A Short Story : A Story?

“It was good, I was just tired and ready to come home to my parents and two brothers.” said Lilly’s small

“I always felt so sorry for her. She has no family just that large house and of course those animals. She must have a dozen cuts, and I don’t know how many dogs, but she’s always bringing them in for me to check.”

It was a cold morning in January, but the sun was shining bright as Grace walked up to her favorite bakery. She had just come from church and was looking forward to sitting and relaxing over a cup of coffee and a warm muffin before she met with her lawyer this afternoon. The bell above the door jingled and the heat of the bakery warmed her face, welcoming her into the cozy atmosphere it provided.

“Mr. John Philip Johnson aroused with a sour grimace; it was noon. Tossing and turning all night getting sleep to no avail, Mr. Johnson could petrify the entire city with only a miniscule shred of his raw, unrelenting rage. A nightmare identical night after night had kept him up, and it barely allowed him to afford rest. Dressed, he went down to the corner to buy a newspaper and some gum, and there was a clumsy customer in front of Mr. Johnson.The agonizing pain of humiliation enveloped Mr. Johnson, which resulted in him taking action and shoving the man to no longer forgo the pain. Knocking over the newspaper stand, the buffoon unwittingly allowed him to steal gum and a news article without notice.

"Yeah, why don't you go get it." Houston in courage her sister to go get the puppy.

Pawl stood up and strode around the dog, examining her, scratching his head. “The best we can do is have you take her by the shoulders and I’ll carry her hindquarters. It'll be slow, because she’s large, but we can do it. I think.”

They quickly walked down the road and to their house. Their house was not very far away from the house. Riley had the puppy tightly tucked under her arm. When they got home their mom Kaytlin asked “What

Somewhere in the Hoenn region, a young man was waking up to the dawn of a new day. What a tme to be alive, Sinan thought caustically, as he rose from his bed sleepily. At 7 AM in the morning, light was beginning to filter through the wooden slats in soft beams. As the grogginess ebbed away, he remembered that all trainers had to be present in the lab for the Beginner's Ceremony by 8 AM. The way he heard words could be screwy sometimes, and he wasn't the best at writing, but reading and details he paid attention to extensively. So he rose from the bed and pulled on a faded pair of ragged jeans, before heading to the bathroom to wash up and making himself look presentable, his mind was swirling with thoughts. Can't believe I've finally saved up enough for this, he thought, a slow grin spreading across his broad cheekbones and deepening into dimples. I'm so f*ckin' ready, and he'd never felt more excited in his life. F*ck school, f*ck working-- Sinan wanted to go out and explore his heart out again. Get away from the quiet monotony that depressed him so.

“Stop, stop, our satellite is telling us that the ancient pyramid is below us us!” I

“Where is my brush? I swear I just filled up my bottle, too! Where is everything?” Alex sighs, her frustration displayed on her face. Groaning, she turns and puts her hair into two high pigtails, her hair cascading down her shoulders, flowing like black froth. Although her hair was curly, it fell in soft waves when brushed. If she doesn’t brush her hair, soft ringlets fall down her back, cascading over her shoulders. She groans, her face scrunching up, as she walks outside with another bottle. A slight blur sounds on her right, but as she looks, it’s gone.

The dirt men marched into the valley of death, they had just retreated from a bloody battle in enemy territory. Their enemy, the forest men. They stopped in a small cave as the sun sunk below the horizon.

“Those are your salivary ducts going crazy,” he said. “You’ve never eaten before, Phillip. Never. Your jaw muscles are locked up and you’re producing an overabundance of saliva as a result of tasting sugar for the first time.”

I quickly unpacked the few things I had and laid them on the bed. I walked around the room, seeing if there was anything special about it. There wasn't much, but it was enough. The bottom trim was lined with cheap gold. The bathroom door was covered in hand-painted lilies. I walked over and admired the intricate designs. I opened the door and walked in. It was just a bathroom. Shower, toilet, sink. It was all there. Simple. Their entire house was. My house was a mess of old paintings and stains on the wall, reminding me of my childhood. On the back of my old room door was two hand prints. Exal and me. I realized I was staring into the simplicity and snapped back. Just as I was heading back into reality the door creaked open. "Hey." I looked over my shoulder expecting Exal. Her mom was standing there instead. "Um, hi." I knew she could hear the slight disappointment in my voice. " Listen, I know it's hard now, but it'll be okay eventually." I didn't know how to respond. "That's what you say, but it doesn't feel like it at all." I whispered it through hard breathing. It seemed as if we had an understanding, so we stood in silence for a few moments. "If you need to talk, about anything, let me know." Her words were soothing and I nodded as she left.

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

Mrs. Johnson approached an art department. She then decided that she wanted to make her day extraordinary, so she went into the art department and got some art supplies. She then continued on her way downtown when she walked past a beautiful small park with a family walking around. When she observed a little closer she realized that the two