A Short Story : A Story?

My day continued on. I headed to base and completed my 10 hour work shift, without a drift. As I said my good byes and made my way to my mustang, I felt a cold breeze circulate through the warmth of the Florida sunshine. Time seemed to slow down as dark clouds emerged from the depths of hell! I’m being deceitful; it was still just another normal day. There were no signs warning me about the moment that would occur, the moment that would grasp my life like a safety harness and take me on a roller coaster ride.

“Shuttle leaving the surface in one hour,” the intercom said. It seemed as if the whole world was boarding the shuttles, in fact, that was probably true. The port crowded with thousands of people boarding a few spaceships. Most came in pairs of two, almost like Noah’s Ark. Some folks came with a bit more of a package, taking their kids, their moms, and almost everyone they knew. Children bounced, friends were getting acquainted as they were excited about the adventure that awaited. Yet there were the few who hung their heads alone. Their lives filled with loss that what the world had taken from them. Below their gas masks were faces wrinkled with sorrow.

beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.

Single golden leaf pirouetted down an invisible spiral of breeze, spinning through the air as it let itself be carried down. It blew past my face and landed lightly on the ground, the shiny, vibrant color standing out against the cold, emotionless cement. It was already dusk, I watched as the light drains away until there is barely enough even for shadows. Whether I like it or not, the darkness was arriving, and under it everything in this silent city is hidden.

Pulling on her arm, Laban drags her through the dirt, her legs scratched from rocks and debris and her hair a tangled mess. She pulls away, but he is too strong and his grasp on her arm sends shooting pains up into her neck. As they approach the tent she screams, “You can’t do this! Jacob is mine, we are in love.” Shoving her inside the tent, she fell to the ground cutting her arm on the crook of her shepherd staff; blood covers her gown. Her body aches from the jostling and cut arm, but pushing herself onto her knees, she glares up at her father, “Jacob won’t accept my sister; he will rescue me, you’ll see.” Without a word Laban leaves his daughter alone on what was supposed to be her wedding night.

“Well, now, let me think about it for a minute, I want to be reasonable. With all the money you make at the drug store, you can afford $800 a month to start. Remember, I know how much you go,” Nancy said and snickered.

“You’re in danger. There are things I need to tell you but can’t” he said.

You struggled for breath as you sprinted through the dark woods. You didn't dare look behind you at the demon on your heels, too afraid of tripping on something. You could hear fast paced footfalls getting closer and closer. You ran faster.

She scowled at the news, but then disrobed to only her Guard uniform. The medals on her chest shined like sky dots. “Don’t make me regret picking you for this.”

Wind brushed her hair softly as the smell of the sea gave a nice aroma in the air. The girl looked down angrily as her mom placed her bags in the soft sand. “Mom, you cannot seriously let me stay a month at the unknowns of the sea with these people! I don’t even know them!”, the girl cried, her voice a bit shaky from anger she kept inside. The mother shot a glance at her daughter after waving to the nice people who offered to take her daughter on a free trip to the beach, “You know Cassie”. The girl with red grape like hair looked back over at the other girl and her family, they were about four years apart in age difference and had hardly ever talked since bumping into each other at a school trip. “Mom, I don’t know her. I know her name but that’s it! C’mon let me go back home with you and dad!”, the troubled teenager pleaded as she reluctantly followed her mother towards the others.

It was a day like any other. The sun had barely started to creep over the horizon letting few rays escape to illuminate our home.

As I take a breath, the warm May air filled my lungs. The golden wheat fields surrounding my wooden farmhouse glistened as the Oklahoma sun hit it. I watch as Mama brings some bread to Papa, her own mother, and I. The umbrellas covering the four of our heads were doing all we could ever ask for, to keep us relaxed and from thinking about all of the drama and rumors that can quickly spread around our little town, because there has been a problem with that lately. We all sat outside quietly and just watched the sky for any birds. At only 9 a.m., it was a bit cloudy and the sky seemed a little darker than usual but it still felt almost the same but not quite. I decided to break the awkward silence by saying something.

Knowing by the tone of his voice something was wrong, Andrew said, “I’m never too busy to talk. Bill, what is going on? You sound as though you are about to lose it.”

Darkness, then light, the sound of the radio downstairs and the the soft beep of my alarm clock. I don’t bother pushing snooze. I’m tired from staying up till 2:00am to study, but I don’t have time to waste. I climb out of bed, walk, half awake to the bathroom to get changed and brush my teeth. I slowly walk down the stairs , the smell of bacon and eggs luring me towards the kitchen. At the table sat my mom, browsing through her facebook status. She barely noticed me when I walked in the room.

In an alleyway riddled with trash laid a man barely conscious of the world. Beneath his back, seeping all around him was his life. Reaching his bloody fingers up to trace the edges of a nonexistent face. " Serenity," he rasped. "Serenity," he rasped again.