A Short Story : A Story?

Anticipation brought a fever, a hot sweat to his face, my neck, and my hands trembled. I saw her as she turned into the alley. Puddles, slime and the pungent smell of rotting garbage filled the narrow walkway. I moved quickly, was almost within reach of her but she turned. Her eyebrows arched; lips opened. Screams filled my ears. I plunged forward, the knife awkward in my hand. Terror, stared at me, strengthened my arm; my fury drove the knife that slashed.

She felt a hard metal blade against the small of her back and suddenly the waistband of her leggings lost all its elasticity. In almost the same instant Mark tore open the backside

The world went slow. The glass burst up through my hands as blood splattered all over me. Blood was dripping down my face, warm and potent. I didn’t want to open my eyes, but I knew I had to save this girl.

She saw his pink flesh and the colors of his flesh blended together which create a magnificent image. She licked her dry lips as she desired more blood to come out. She took a step closer towards him, her hands moved up and down his skin to feel a vein as she has thought about cutting one open. She saw a fresh cut, she took her index finger and pressed it against his skin. She stabbed the scalpel into his skin but no blood came out. She felt disappointed and then she glanced around to find another knife. She looked around the small cluttered room with tension all around. She spotted another knife and touched the silver tip of the knife that reflected the light in the room, it cut through her gloves and her skin as she saw a tiny piece of blood coming out. She looked back at the man to see where she had cut before, she started to squeeze a small part of his arm. She found the biggest vein and cut it instantaneously. She started to giggle to herself and stopped

Artemis, Aphrodite, and Calypso were frozen in place, watching their friend on the ground clutching her sides. Then one by one they slowly realized what the goddess had done.

Her blood stained armour, lacerations, bruises, and sleep deprived she kneeled surrounded by piles of corpses and looked up to the starry sky cleared from the clouds of rain that had poured down, tattered armour, dried blood on her face as she looked up and just stared into the emptiness of the night sky, the moon shone upon her, and slowly closed her eyes exhausted and in pain, and fell to her side surrounded by the bodies of allies and enemies

Lucinda couldn’t see the face of the killer but knew exactly who it was. The moonlight shined directly on her and she saw the glint of the blade dragging across her skin. Blood oozed, bit by bit.

Her scream gave me the nanosecond I needed to fling my weapon up and around, stabbing it into Ian’s left eye. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and dropped to the floor. Both hands holding the end of the metal stick. Selena was still, but probably not dead. I leaned down, inches from Ian’s face.

The searing, slicing, pain, like a thousand demon blades cutting agonizingly slowly down her body. The worst part was that there was no evidence, not one drip of blood to say she had been cut, not one scar, mark or scratch. Nothing but pain. The screams were locked inside her, her body was as still as stone standing in the darkness. Anyone who saw her would never guess the agony she was going through.

She thought of her head laid upon a stone a warrior’s knife severing it from her body. The blood that poured from it captured in a coconut shell having read how cannibals prepared to feast.

In the process, every time she pierced her skin, she selected another knife from those carefully laid out in front of her. Halfway through, she began to play a recording of the first-half of the hour long performance, using the rhythmic beat of the knives striking the floor, and her hand, to repeat the movements, cutting herself at the same time. For the first time, she understood that drawing on the audience’s energy drove her performance, which was marked in this piece, and this became an important concept informing much of her later

The tears began falling from her eyes, mixing with the blood splattered on her face. She tried to walk again, not getting very far. She looked up to the street, she wanted to get out of here, to leave.

Chris thought his uncle was going crazy because the place was as empty as an abandoned city. But, he somehow had a strange feeling that his uncle would find a way. His uncle started to run around the bottom floor, he hit anything he possibly could and made the place look like a tornado had just ran through. “Why did you…” His uncle shushed him before Chris could continue speaking. Then, he heard it. At first it was a very quiet rumbling, but then it turned into loud marching, it was security guards. That’s why his uncle ran around, to attract the security guards. They both ran to the side of the stairs to surprise the guards and hopefully interrogate one of them and find the control room. The guards suddenly appeared, they looked like a line of ants, one after another. Chris and his uncle were quick enough to drag the last one of the party close to them. They slowly watched the other guards fall out of hearing range, then they got to work. His uncle started first, “Where is the control room?”

The cold January night was leaden with fog and street lights seemed to stream like golden rays. A woman sat slumped in her bed, her belly drooped from each side of the bed as the television’s flickering white light glowed against her face and against the walls. There was no light bulb hanging from the ceiling just a wire. Magazines, dirty plates and burn marks scattered themselves densely across the carpet. Upon the walls was a dark brown-gray glue, smelling of smoke. She had been accustom to this manor of living for years now.

Jenna sprawled on the warm grass during the last few days of summer. She had her head tilted towards the sky with a light smirk plastered on her lips. As she stared up at the clouds, all she could think about was going back to the special school she went to. By her side laid her friend, Austin. His hands crossed behind his head as he too stared up at the sky, thinking of how their last school year was going to turn out. The two friends always did this, ever since they came to the orphanage together. Jenna turned to Austin with a devious look on her face.