A Short Story : A Story?

"Allison, I have already told you that we won't be there for another two hours." her mother replied.

"Not much" He replied. My mother angled herself peeking around to see what was going on.

Octavia met her mother's gaze questioningly. Her mother was silent as she offered it to her.

She had one of them pinned to the ground she stared down at him his eyes widened in fear, he's making too much noise she wrapped her hands around his neck.

“I just knew you'd be able to get to the bottom of this,” her mother said hopefully. “What's your plan?”

“Stay here and be quiet.” She whispered to him, then ran to meet her mother.

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

“Luka? Why are you so jealous of your little sister all the time? She young! Just like your mother said! Why don't you go back upstairs and leave us alone ok?” Mike grunted.

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.

Tears sprang in her eyes and fell, she buried her head in her hands. “I don't know…”

It all began like any other day, the children were laughing, the farmers farming and the Watchmen guarding. Things were peaceful in the town of Spriggania although they were different. In order for the town to have peace they had to agree to give up all of their sanity or all of their memory. Upon choice they

Everything began that night with the ringtone of my phone, echoing through my dining room.

The clock read 5:13 pm, it was nearly time to leave. I removed the cover off of my Margarita Magic™ nail polish and coated my last bare nail with the scarlet red varnish. Moving out of the bathroom, I slipped into my freshly dry-cleaned dress which had an elegant swooped neck paired with a flared skirt. My short stature was increased by a classic pair of red soled four-inch Christian Louboutin heels, nearly pointy enough to be an assailant’s weapon. I took one last look in the mirror, checking every detail. Satisfied, I smeared the deep oxblood stain onto my lips. I glanced down looking at my shaky hands, it would be the last time they would be so stark.

“Sir, I’m not going to ask you again,” he stared at a guy with pale skin and blood all over his hands. “Why did you kill your family?” The man looked up at the policeman and opened his mouth while softly mumbling, “monster, it was a monster.”

It was a sunny day with few clouds in the sky. Sarah Gamble was outside drawing messages in the mud when her mom called her inside.