A Short Story : A Story?

Would you ever do something that you weren't supposed to do but you still did it to honor your orders? That what happened with the “Six Hundred”. They rode on horseback into “The Valley of Death” for a half league. They were obeying a command to charge the enemy forces that seized their guns. Even though it wasn't their post they were obeying orders and they went on with the battle.

Goodluck having a good time now,” Laurel walked away cackling like a witch. Jackie looked around at all the people she considered to be her friends. Every single one of them chose Laurel over her. Jackie took one last look at the people she once had loved and turned around. She ran as fast as she could in her too tight jeans to the soccer bleachers. She ran up to the very top of them and went into the corner where the top fence met the side railing and sat down. She looked up at the sky trying to get the tears to go back into her eyes, but her efforts were fruitless. She gave up and let the tears pour out of her eyes. Jackie never cried, but now, more than ever, she couldn’t hold it in. Every emotion she had held inside of her from the past few days was coming out now. She cried for what seemed like forever. After her reservoir of tears was all dried up Jackie pulled herself together and got her phone out to text her dad to come and get

I attended the liturgy at Faithful Savior Lutheran Church located in Southeast Portland on the weekend before Spring Break (3/13/2016). I went to the Lutheran Church with my parent, who came there as a guest speaker after the liturgy. I experienced a different but similar way of worship service, since they are quite different from each other in the concept of communion but very similar in general structures.

“Jeff! Mia! Liu!” Yelled Margaret. “Come on! We have to get the rest of the stuff packed up!” She yelled again. “We're coming mom!” Mia yelled back. “Why do we have to move again?” Asked her younger brother by a year. “Because dad got that stupid promotion” Jeff grumpily explained as he lifted up one of the last boxes. “Come on Jeff, it can't be that bad. We are after all moving closer out into the country. Imagine all the cool places we will be able to explore. Cheer up bro.” As she grabbed the last few things and ran down the stairs. She couldn't wait to get out of this stuffy city. Especially since she got bullied quite a bit for being different.

The words didn’t compute. They simply didn’t make sense. It was as if they were spoken in another language. Silence filled the room until it was broken by Miss Clark. “Are you okay ma’am?” Instantly, I was brought back to the real world. She stared at me with those dark brown eyes and wrinkled and aged face, with concern. “Well I should get going,” I said. “It’s getting late and I don't want to drive in the dark.” And with that, I quickly rushed out of the front office and into my Jeep. The Sun had begun to set in a flurry of orange and yellow and soon disappeared behind the mountains as if the Sun itself was playing a game of hide and seek. I knew that it would be extremely dangerous to drive the twist and turns of the road leading down the mountain, into the village. Since I didn't have anywhere to stay for the night, I took the risk and started navigating down the mountain.

I walked through the door with you, the air felt cold but something about it felt like home. Surrounded by warm smiles and friendly greetings, I let the magical laughter twirl around me, so caught up in it that I managed to leave my scarf there, at your sister's house. Even now, you still have it in your drawer. 'Sweet Disposition' was blasting from the radio; your favourite song. You looked right at me and smiled, my wide-eyed gaze taking in each freckle on your face and each curve of your lips. Revving up the engine, we started to drive along the old country roads, singing loudly as we got lost on the steep mountains of Dublin. The autumn leaves were falling from the trees like pieces into place, alive with screaming colours of red, gold, orange as they crunched beneath the wheel of the car. I still thought you were the most vibrant one there. Now, I know it's long gone, and that magic's not here anymore, and I might be okay but I'm not fine at all. After all these days, I can still picture us there, on that quaint, little town's street. Your eyes were so fixated on me that you nearly

We start to pack to every-ones clothes, later that day mom, dad, I, and my 2 brothers left to go to her house. When got to her house, you couldn’t smell the coffee, like you use to. You could tell something is wrong. As days past, I think you saw pretty much everyone from Ashland, Ohio. Grandma was a type of women that she didn’t know a lot of people but, everyone knew her.

into her. Capri popped the cork off the champagne bottle, and it ‘accidentally’ sprayed down over her front. The bubbly wine shot all over her, white and frothy.

Bruce, his best friend who is a private postman who sometimes is very nosy and quizzical at other people’s things.

“Explain to me why I’m in a cafe in Gold Coast instead of at the playground with my daughter,” Weevil drank what he guessed was an eight-dollar, just-alright coffee. “My grandmother can stand you, at least compared to your daddy, and she said you seemed… muy desesperado,” Lips in a straight line with his eyes big and mocking, Weevil waited.

“Oh, my God, Jerry, do you think they had anything to do with Mom’s death?” Marlene asked.

In the distance, an ominous building rose into the sky, blocking all sunlight. The sun had been beating down on us the whole trip, so the shade from the building felt nice. “Now that's more like it,” Hubert said. I gave a slight nod, and continued walking. Hubert put his hands behind his head, and walked a bit faster. Hubert was a tall, well rounded kid, with a great sense of humor. He was a kind guy, but something about him, gave me this odd feeling. We neared the building, becoming more and more anxious. A metal plate above the door became more visible spelling, Atai Products.

My palms sweat, my feet shiver as a mysterious white figure stands over me draining my soul. “ Leave me alone!” I shouted. The mysterious figure reach down , a sharp pain in my side. The shiny gold blade was tinted red as he started monologuing. “ Jake!” My friend shouted.

I knew this was it, nothing else matter. I felt out of my body in this moment. The water turn on by itself. The water was the most beautiful thing I have seen in so long. Nothing could compare to the release the water will bring me. The way I will feel no more pain, because the water came me the release I’ve been craving. I lower myself into the tub. I lay down and took my last breath of air. I then submerged my head into the water.

It was a freezing winter day and our whole family was inside huddled in one room by the fire place with a piping hot cup of cocoa with two or three marshmallows in it. Although it was warm inside Sarah and I wanted to go outside to the library anyways because we loved reading… well not so much Sarah but since I'm her brother we kind of did everything together. “Mother, Father” I said “ can me and Sarah go outside to the library?” they both paused and gave each other that one overprotective look and they said “John you only just turned 13 last week and Sarah's only 11” I realized that we would have to sneak out so when we were done Sarah and I quietly snuck out while the parents were distracted discussing things I wasn't paying attention to.