A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

Todd and Aaron arrived at the hospital around the same time. They were sprinting past the cameras and media outlets who were bombarding them with questions. They didn’t care about any of their questions. All they cared about was their father who had been shot during a morning workout at the bus barn. When they reached the front desk, the nurse directed them to the private room they had for Ed in the back of the west hospital wing. When they finally reached the room Aaron pushed open the door that felt as if it weighed one hundred pounds. They entered the room and saw their mother sleeping in a chair near the corner of the room with bags under her eyes. Aaron and Todd peered inside and saw the end of a hospital bed. The rest of it was hidden behind a curtain.

Those words replayed over and over again in Jim´s mind, but then when he looked at the photo of Della, he knew what he had to do. The pawn shop would be closed by the time Jim got off work, so he had to convince his boss that he was sick so he could leave. Ironically once he got outside his thin jacket didn't protect him enough from the cold, so he began to develop a cough and runny nose.

“Ouch!” I heard Drizella whine from the back of the carriage. She was plucking her eyebrows as our transportation hit a bump in the road. We were on our way to our new step-father’s house. Drizella is not the biggest fan of him, but Mother says he’s loaded, so personally I see no problem with him. Our carriage slowed, and we pulled up to a dark, wooden house. It wasn’t a poor house by any means, but it was a bit shabby. This was entirely disappointing. “Mother!” I screamed. “I thought you said this man was rich!”.

The hot sun burned my neck as I ran till my feet ached because I know if i turn back know I will never have another chance to leave again, but then my face hit the steaming, hot ground. I got up looking behind me to see if he is there. A dark shadow approached me. I am to afraid to check, but then a cold hand touched the back of my shoulder.

Beep!!! BEEP!!!! BEEEEEEEEEEP! Yelled my alarm clock.I slam my hand down to cease the intolerable noise. “Honey it's time to wake up” yelled my mom from downstairs.I jump out of bed and start getting ready for school, I throw on a t-shirt and jeans and went to school. When I got there I meet up at the water fountain with my best friend his name was Matthew. “Hey, Bella , did you see Gertrude she been going around telling everyone she a witch and will attack anyone who doubts her, but i don't believe her,” said Matthew. “ That girls weird I dare you to go up to her and tell her that you don't believe her. “ she won't do it Matthew says you're too chicken but right when he turns around to go to class I walk down the hall and stand right next to Gertrude. I tap on her shoulder to get her attention and without hesitation, he leaps from his stance and joins me. Right, when he gets to me she turns around and I say “I don't believe you…and what are you going to do about it?”. She yells at the top of her lungs “I WILL DO THIS!” she points at Matthew and me but nothing happens. Everyone in the hall starts laughing “that's what I thought ,you're a fake” I say. Gertrude smiles a devilish grin and turns down the hall. Something in my stomach starts to turn but I just shake it off and go to class with Matthew on my side. We go through the school day like this morning didn't happen. Everything was normal, the bell rang I left class and got into my car then went home from school, I took a

It had been several hours since the incident at the clinic. The children were asleep in the bungalow lit by the faded yellowish red hues of the fire light. Perfecto had been awake for the longest time contemplating the next step. He didn’t want to deal with the looming presence of things to come, like the aftershocks of an earthquake. More than anything he wanted to leave and start again.

¨Sasha,¨ my trembling voice whispered to my best friend's sleeping form, ¨Sasha, Sasha, Sasha¨. I continue to whisper-yell her name and was about to start pinching her until she whipped around and started yelling at me

Amanda Addams gazed out into the room full of her new classmates. She had just moved, and today was the dreaded day- the first day at her new school, the Grove Street School. Her teacher had introduced her in front of the class, which was exactly what her nightmares had been about. Her palms were sweating bullets as she took her seat, which was behind a girl with curly, long blonde hair. The girl looked up and groaned. Introducing herself as Sara Gardner, she warned Amanda to stay out of her way. Then with a dramatic hair flip, she turned back around. Amanda wanted to speak up, but she was too shy. Not a good start.

saw him jab a needle the size of a ladle into the white flesh that was waiting. He jumped in the chair. The needle wiggled but still sank into the clump of skin.

It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son Sam was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. Sam has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Dakota, when I heard what sounded like Sam talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him. When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because Sam was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “Sam! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a sandwich. “Sam. Who were you talking to out there?” I asked. Sam looked up for a moment, “I was playing with my new friend,” he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. “Does your friend have a name? Why didn’t you ask him to have lunch with us?” I asked. Sam stared at me for a moment before replying, “His name is Funny Man.” I was a bit taken back by what he had said. “Oh? That’s a strange name. What does your friend look like?” I asked a bit confused. “He’s a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. He’s got long arms, with stripy socks, and he always smiles.” I

This is the story of a girl and her siblings trying to help her family that they never knew about before to find a missing parent, that they thought was on a business trip.

*Ding* The phone lights up. It reads 12:00 A.M. “Where is he?” Sarah asks herself. She’s been sitting by her window in her room, looking out at the road. It was quiet, except for the occasional car passing by. She’s been waiting here for about two hours, waiting for Sam. They met each other online, and have been together for three months. The first time they met was at a cafè. It was a bit awkward, because Sam didn’t necessarily look like he did online. On his profile, his hair was nicely cut, gelled to the side. In real life, it seemed like he hadn’t gotten a haircut in months, his hair almost to the bottom of his ears. On the profile, his skin was a nice, toffee-colored tan. In front of Sarah, his skin was a pale color. Sure, Sarah was surprised, but as they talked, she didn’t mind the looks. Now, three months later, she’s waiting for him on a Sunday night to go to a park.

We found him by the ice where I fell. We ran towards him eager to figure it out. Finally we reached him. He saw me and jumped up and hugged me.