A Short Story : A Story?

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

She had not seen the sun for days. In fact, it had had been weeks, months or years since she last felt the sunrays on her pale skin. She had seen nothing but white since they locked her in, everything in the room was white, she had only eaten rice since she ended up in that room. It was only a matter of time before she would lose her mind completely. It was all because of him.

Joan leaned down, pressing one hand to Alis’s upper chest and her ear close to Alis’s mouth. She heard strong breath sounds and no crackling. “She’s breathing well.”

Doctor Pax laughed and jumped to the ground. He landed on a dense layer of leaves which softened his fall.

The alley’s light gleamed Bruce’s path. It was if as the alley knew what time Bruce walked this path. “Ring,Ring,Ring,” Bruce’s phone echoed. When Bruce had hung up the phone his panic dropped the phone. He rushed through the muddy puddles. “How”,“When”,WHY!!,” Bruce repeated these words in his head until it hurt. He rushed out of darkness,and the bright powerful lights of the New York’s Hospital shined Bruce’s grubby,filthy face. He rushed into the clean, white room. He asked the receptionist women, “where is she, where is she, my love.” The receptionist asked if he was Bruce. He replied, “Yes” she pointed to the room and without saying anything bruce darted into the room. There she was, dying,suffering,being tortured by her body, and no one could do anything to help her. Bruce lightly tapped Bella, telling her that he had arrived for her. Bruce knew if he didn’t arrive home soon there would be punishments. He again tapped Bella’s arm, to let her know that he was leaving. She weakly requested a kiss, and Bruce kiss her than closed the door behind him.

Seated on his couch, watching a black and white movie, Cander attempts to unwind from the days work. Still present is a scatter of papers across the table in front of him. His phone rings, surprised to receive a call at so late of an hour, he answers inquisitively.

“Yoongi, please, unlock the door.” The blond heard a voice, possibly Jin’s, call from outside, but there were too many thoughts swirling around his head to pay much attention. Yoongi sat against the tiled bathroom wall with his legs pulled up to his chest and his forehead resting on his knees, attempting to steady his breathing and slow the pounding in his chest. How he got this way, he wasn’t sure; he’d been examining himself in the mirror and then oh god. At some point he’d stumbled to and locked the door before backing himself against the far wall.

“Have you ever thought about using a gun?” McCree asked as they sat on the deck. Gabriel sat on top of a storage container watching the two as they practiced. Genji had his full gear on as he watched Jesse spinning his peacemaker on his finger. He wanted to throw a shuriken and knock it off him, but he knew how well that would go over.

Blood dripping down, staining his white attire. The fletching sticks out with his leg bent at an unusual angle. Less than a month ago, the Cringy Kool-Aid Warriors broke through the kingdom wall, enslaving all those in it. Now, rebellions ensued, with patriots attempting to regain their rights and their kingdom, resulting in riots and battles with many casualties. Bob was a regular farmer, simply looking for a well for his crops, but right as he decided he was a distance away from the violence an arrow pierced his right calf. A riot was going on in the distance and he was hit by a stray arrow. He screams in agony, but nobody can hear him over ongoing battle. This is it, Bob thought, This is how I die… It was getting harder to stay awake, and his eyes barely open, he finally gave in and went to sleep.

The smell of Susan’s hot chocolate surrounded the coldness of her face as she would take a long, relaxing sip. Her mum started to pack things such as sunscreen, togs, towel and plenty of food and water. As Mum was getting ready slowly, Susan turned on the dusty old TV to watch. After each ad, she would feel as if it was practically speaking to her. When finally her mum finished getting ready she grabbed her stuff and yelled “We're going now Susan!” then said “make sure you have all your stuff.” Said nervously. Susan was all hyped up and ready to go, she grabbed her stuff and headed out the door. Susan ran with excitement with her star shaped sunglasses and flew into the black mini cooper with Mum.

The woman smiled, tucking a fly strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m sure you all had a lovely bus ride here. Now, before we can get inside we just have a few things we need from you. As I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, there’s a line of tents along the fence. We will be splitting you all up by last names and assigning you to one of the tents. Once you get to the tent, the wonderful people there will explain the rest to you!”

Warmth spread across my face like a sunburn as the girl, the… the middle schooler, ground against me like a horny rabbit and— My stomach seized at the thought one moment, and in the next I smelled it; the phantom smell that returned whenever I became sick or congested, the pungent scent of half digested fried rice and orange chicken.

Sneaking into her own house, well past her bedtime, Veronica sorely regretted sending her dad only one 'be home soon!' text, hours before. She knew she should've told him how late she was going to be, but that would've entailed telling him where she, in fact, was... Fondly, she remembered their old house, with it's two floors, and thick walls, and multitude of windows to shimmy into. Turning the doorknob to her actual house, with a soft click of her key, Veronica was in, still holding her breath. Maybe she could sneak off to bed, get some sleep-

“I’m not sure but it’s a big, swirling, gas like oval. It looks kind of like a small black hole, only blue instead of black. Wait a minute, is that the portal thing you've been working so hard on, I cant’t believe you finished it honey. Are you surprising us by coming through it?”

The next morning, back in his cell, Lincoln had time to think. He had always been taught to think positively and never give up. This mantra had got him through some pretty sticky situations. However, this current one was going to top them all. There just seemed to be no way out of there and their captors are not showing themselves at all.