A Short Story : A Story?

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

I snapped awake a few moments later, to find Brian checking my pulse and Mina brushing blood from her lips with a hand. She turned to me with a mischievous smirk before chuckling and beginning to apologize, still snickering. I looked around to see that we were inside of a rather large cave, a small fire burning in the centre of our circle.

​All that night, I lay in my bed with thoughts of magical places and beings that I would soon meet face-to-face. As my desperation grew, in my reality it seemed that time itself slowed. The next morning, we were heading to Disney World! The land where my dreams were going to come true, where princesses were real and where Prince Charming was going to come and sweep me off my feet. This trip was going to be the new highlight of my short life!

The world froze before me. I glazed at the sparkling ribbons falling down from the fancy windows. I observed the crisp, flaming sun fall behind the white, bold wall covered with the blue roof. I detected the harmonic music float through the air as smooth as a fairy. The castle finally stood before me. I wished I lived in Disneyland forever.

It was a beautiful scene. It was like an intricate painting. There was a vibrant blue sky with fluffy pure white clouds that looked like cotton candy. The sun was shining down brightly on the plane, and she could see its rays flow down to the ground. The landscape was a breathtaking image. There was tall mountains off into the distance, and lush plains of green spread out on the ground. She could see shimmering blue streams of water with lakes dotting the landscape. She felt on top of the world. The way she flew over it was exciting and inspiring, but it was also sobering. When she looked out that window, she felt small and insignificant compared to the world. When she looked down, she realized how small all of her problems were compared to the large earth under

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

Kylie's dad just dropped me off from a day of shopping, and I'm definetly in a good mood. Today is finally the day. My brother Louis is coming home.

As the sunlight kisses my cheek, I'm astounded to discover I slept after the horrifying nightmare. After stretching out my limbs, I twist my head, expectant to find Alice sleeping peacefully beside me, only to find her side vacant. I sit up, and run a hand through my tousled, matted hair, and gather it together to tie back with the hairband I wear on my wrist. Maybe Alice can help me untangle it later.

It had all started as a normal day in Cornville, started being the key word here. Well, not really; it was all weird from the beginning. That morning, Thomas was shaken awake by his father. He sat up in his bed, still groggy from being awoken so early in the morning.

“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her.

Blaire shakes his head and locks his work in the left drawer of his desk. “Jeep,” he mutters under his breath, “Why is it a fucking Jeep.” He tucks the key back in his pocket and follows Richard out the door.

Louis sighed looking inside the sack. Half a biscuit and some crumbled crackers. He knew it was for a prisoner but he still felt that there should be more. But he shook his head and continued down the hall towards the cell. He didn’t know who the prisoner was. All he was told was that the prisoner was bilingual and was a messenger for the enemy.

Jahzara was laying on her gigantic king sized bed daydreaming about the man she loved but who was forbidden to be with. Her mom, Oadira, walked in and saw her staring at the ceiling, blushing and smiling uncontrollably.

While standing outside your front door, preparing to walk to school, someone called out your name. Looking up, you saw an apricot haired male running towards you, arms waving above his head. It didn’t take you long to realize it was your neighbor and childhood friend, Shiori. He stopped before you, gasping for air with his hands clutching your shoulders for support.

I walked down hall H to room 168 and opened the door. Slowly walked in looking at the ground and placed the unicorn on the windowsill. Gifts and flowers of every shape and size occupied the room.