A Short Story : A Story?

She brought herself up from the small couch and stretched. She walked down the short length of the hallway to the bathroom, stripping off her pajamas as she went. She turned the shower to full heat, and the steam rose as she finished undressing. She turned and stepped into the

My feet, soaked by rain, slosh up the stairs, leaving glistening footprints in their wake. The thundering rain pounds against the thin windows, as if threatening to shatter them at any moment. The burning sensation in my knees becomes more prominent as the weight of my bags seem to increase. I force my head up and see the room I’m staying in; a smile spreads across my face and a groan escapes someone’s lips

You wiped the salty tears streaming down your cheeks as you stood outside the door. You knew the man inside would be more than happy to see you, though you didn't want him to see you in this state. However, who else could you turn to? He had been your friend since you both were little, running around the streets, laughing and shouting at the top of your lungs. He knew everything about you, all your secrets, all your worries. At this thought, you reached out and arm and brought your knuckles down three times upon the door. You sniffled and wiped your eyes again just as the door opened, revealing Namjoon. His eyes widened as he recognized you, a smile blooming as he said, "(Y/N)! It's so nice to see you!" Then he noticed the puffiness and redness of your eyes and face, and saw wet streaks down your cheeks. His face quickly changed to one of concern as he grabbed your arms gently and pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. "What is it?" He cried, looking into your eyes, his voice slightly panicked. You broke down and slid to the floor, and immediately Namjoon was at your side. He knelt on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you back and both, cooing to you as you sobbed. After a few minutes, he helped you to your feet and brought you inside his house, sitting with you on the couch. He grabbed a tissue and gently wiped your eyes, and then gave you another to blow your nose. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked quietly, rubbing your

As the sun was rising the RV returned in the same spot that it was before parked right in front of us. The door flew open and Dad came flying out the door.Negan then spoke "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Dad didn't know how to answer him and was looking around in shock and disbelief. Negan then yelled "Speak when you're spoken to." Which made me jump at the sudden elevation in his voice. Dad said "Okay, Okay." Negan said "It was about the way you looked at me I wanted to change that.I wanted you to understand.But you're still looking at me the same damn way like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?" Dad said "Yeah." Negan laughed and said "Alright.And here it is -- the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess."Negan pointed to Carl and said "Kid right here. Kidnow." Carl got up and walked over to Negan and as Carl walked over to him Negan smiled at me. Then he looked back at Carl and said "You a southpaw?" Carl asked "Am I a what?" Negan rephrased "You a lefty?" Carl said "No." "Negan said "Good." and he took off his belt and wrapped it around Carl's arm and asked "That hurt?" "No." Carl replied. Negan had a smile on his face and said "Should. It's supposed to. Alright get

through the peephole. He first notices a shiny star badge on a bulky mid 40s man and a big cowboy hat looking down at his shoes.Tanner slowly opens the door see two dark hazel eyes of remorse. He says “ Can I help you officer”

“Well, now, let me think about it for a minute, I want to be reasonable. With all the money you make at the drug store, you can afford $800 a month to start. Remember, I know how much you go,” Nancy said and snickered.

My fists curled into a ball.The blood pooling in my hands as I squeezed my fingernails into my palm made me whimper. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as it turned bright red. “Leave me alone!” I screamed, my voice cracking as tears welled in my eyes. I spun around and grabbed the door handle, jerking it open. “Rachel!” I heard her scream before I stormed out. That was the biggest fight I had ever had with my mom. I stayed outside until 9 o’clock that night. I only slipped into the house when I knew she would be fast asleep. I lept into bed, exhausted, and slept the whole night through knowing I’d wake up to an empty house….

“Stop, stop, our satellite is telling us that the ancient pyramid is below us us!” I

I ran up the pavement, never once looking back at Phil. I didn’t even want to consider thinking about how red I was. Why did I blush so much? I finally arrived at the porch and clambered up the steps. I shut the door behind me breathlessly. I dropped my bag and slid to the ground, still using the door as support. My heartbeat was all I could hear, thrumming quickly and filling my ears.

I opened the our rusty old blue mailbox and pulled out a another stack of bills, the morning newspaper and random advertisements. I walked back to the house pulling my coat on tighter in the brisk fall weather. As soon as I enter my house, my little 6 year old son jumps onto my leg, clinging onto me and holding out a toy robot.

Nancy woke up with pain in her back. She couldn’t remember anything from last night she got that drunk she thought. She found it odd how when she went to the bathroom there was a mark on her back. When she was getting ready for school she checked to see if the mark was still there. It was not.

“You ever wish you’d done something else?” Mac asked. “Gone out in the world a bit?”

Yuri stood outside the shop, watching his prey with an evil grin. He had waited long enough.

“You’re in danger. There are things I need to tell you but can’t” he said.

Knowing by the tone of his voice something was wrong, Andrew said, “I’m never too busy to talk. Bill, what is going on? You sound as though you are about to lose it.”