A Short Story : A Story?

"Wait. You knew him? Personally?" Liz fights the urge to smile as the radio buzzes to life in the background, the sound of a smooth voice echoing through the silent room. All eyes are on her-- but she hardly notices, or cares. She remembers the moments, those unforgiving moments that began in Washington D.C, and lead to near human extinction.

A dark angel had been latched onto my soul the entire morning. Somehow, each time I looked up, he was there, gazing at me with soft viridian eyes. Joan was, at this point, the only reason I still opened each day with a hopeful heart. However, it was a particularly devastating Tuesday, and his company simply wasn’t as warm as usual. I sat in the crowded cafeteria, watching as Joan scurried around searching for someone to entertain him, often circling back to me in hopes that I would give him attention. Scrambling to finish my tedious civics homework, courtesy of Mr. Deadmon, a short-tempered ancient man with a charcoal-colored beard that reached his belt, I struggled to focus.

Blake stepped off his tour bus and made a bee line for his truck that was brought for him to drive home. He could not wait to get back to his girl. He hated being away from her for more than a glare hours and it had been almost two weeks since he'd seen her in person and not on his phone screen. He hurried and started his truck and made the drive back to the home he shared with Gwen as fast as possible. It took him almost half an hour because of traffic but he finally made it. He got out of his truck and when Gwen didn't come outside to meet him like she normally did he went inside looking for her. He found her in their bathroom looking at her reflection in the mirror.

It was September eleventh two thousand and one and I was visiting my mom in her work building. She was located on the seventy eighth floor and I excitedly pushed 78 button on the elevator. As the elevator rose I asked my mom excitedly

The putrid purple of old bruises gleamed helplessly against the limpid replacements— it was all my fault.

I remember that sad day when my parents died. My dad died first, but my mom fought and fought for her life. She told me just before she died that I needed to pack up all of my stuff as I was moving with my aunt and uncle.

Joe woke up. He turned his head to the left to look it at his clock. It read June 28 2020. He could feel the warm summer air in his room and the smell of breakfast coming from down the hallway. He opened his door and looked down the hallway and saw his father cooking bacon and eggs. He could hear his mom in the shower listening to music. He walked down his hallway say “good morning” to his dad as he walked by his dad. His dad just looked in his direction and kept cooking. As he sait down he felt something was off about his dad. His dad was a very talkative person with something always on his mind dieing to tell anyone.

He still looks the same from a year ago. His skin was still just as pale. His crooked eyebrows were still just as crooked as before and his horribly cut hair was just as bad.

My red converse pounded the rainy sidewalk as I dashed down Main Street. It's about midnight, and it was raining cats and dogs outside. I had been running away from the hospital, and the gang. Johnnycake, our Johnny, didn't deserve to die. The kid had a rough life, there is no doubting it, but he had hope. Shoot, he was just a kid. Johnny and I were buds, I'm sure of it. We both didn't have it so good, and it was like I was his guardian in a messed up way. I soon run out of breath and stop abruptly. Hands on my knees, I'm panting hard. If I kept running I'd run clear out of town, but I'll go mad if I just stood here. I jam my hands into my jean jacket pockets and my fingers clasp around my cold, metal gun. I close my eyes, trying to relax. ‘Don't do it man, don't do it.’ A voice inside my head urgently shouts. Johnnys voice urgently shouts. With a surge I run off and burst through the open doorway of the nearby mini mart on the corner. The calm voice that was trying to soothe me goes away and only an angry voice speaks. I scan the small shop. It's empty, and only Mr. Dean, the store owner is here. He backs up in terror as I walk at a fast pace toward him. I grit my teeth as tears stream down my face.

His cell phone was buzzing his head felt like it was going to split open. Reaching blindly for the phone until he found it he swiped the answer button.

"   Doctor Millred glanced at the grandfather clock across from Lady Carol's door. He checked his pocket watch. "Oh, my look at the time Sigmund do you think they will be delayed any farther ?"

The bright neon yellow walls of my room glowed as my screen lit up my face. My eyebrows were knitted together in concentration. I heard the front door swing open causing me to break from my focus.“Alana, I’m home and have a surprise.” I wonder what surprise she could be talking about, my birthday isn’t for another 6 months, and she doesn’t plan things for it this early. I swung out of my room and down the steps to find my mom holding 3 giant presents and a grocery bag. I looked around to see piles of flattened boxes laying on the ground in the living room. “No.” I whispered. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t. “No, n-n-no, no, no!” I screamed in defiance, running to the stairs, skipping steps to get away from my mother as fast as I could.

Moving around on the bench as if trying to get comfortable before she spoke, Marlene said, “What I’m going to say will probably make you laugh. Please don’t.”

“Jonathan I swear to god if you keep making that noise I’ll take that foot and cut it off!” I stop tapping my foot at Abby’s threat. I know she wouldn’t actually do that, but that doesn’t make me any less intimidated by her.

It was the morning, Devi woke up late and was trying to get dressed. She was freaking out a bit and stuffed her face with her breakfast. She looked at herself in the mirror and her curly hair was a mess, she didn't care and ran. To the front of the house saying good bye to her family members. She saw the bus waiting and she waved as it started to leave, she realized she didn't have her backpack. Devi ran inside and back to the bus. She sat in a seat and leaned forward to catch her breath. The girl sitting next to her smiled and said "You were a mess out there." Devi turned around and laughed, "yeah, i woke up with five minutes to spare. It was crazy." She shook her head. "It sucks cause my parents had a huge, delicious diner waiting for me-" "That's awesome!" The stranger replied. "There was such good food waiting for me, but i missed it!" "Wow! If only my parents did that for me, I'd be up on time every morning. What's your name?" "Devi. What's yours?" "Marielle. What grade are you in? I'm a senior." "Me too. I already like you, hopefully we have classes together." "That's a bold statement. What if I'm evil."Marielle gave Devi a menacing look. "No way. I mean look at your outfit."