A Short Story : A Story?

“Someone called in about a small home in Sector B-20. Said the man there might be sheltering food.”

After looking at the corpse for a while he decided that he would deal with the body after he ate some breakfast. When he was eating breakfast several thoughts came to his head like, “how was he going to get home,” “is there any other servants in the home,” and “are his friends looking for him.”

"Meet me at the bakery by my house." A questioning hum sounded from the other side.

As the light of the sun began to weaken, my thoughts began to disperse. The grey clouds of a storm blew in from the horizon. It began to rain big fat drops that fell so slowly I could count them. It was a cool rain, but the air was still warm. I watched people grabbing their things and jogging off the beach. Even my dad who was devoted to his fishing had begun to pack up his rods and bait.

He walked toward the door, but just before he came to it, he turned back. ‘George?’ ‘What you want?’ “I can still tend the rabbits, George?’ ‘Sure.

Kendra: (Speaking very softly) I wish I could feed you more, Mrs. Fennis has her strict policies though. Tomorrow I’ll try and fish up some cold milk and fruit. Im sure you are sick of those potatoes!

The wind howled as George and Slim ventured through the vast acres of land. As the sun was setting, it let off a beautiful glow. The sky was like an ocean of golds and light pinks. It was silent. George looked up at the sunset and broke the silence with a sniffle

Cleo stood for a moment staring at the spot where Penelope had lain only hours earlier, a tears of remorse and relief slipped down her cheeks. From behind, she heard an awkward, announcing cough. Wiping her cheeks quickly, she spun around. One of the carpenters was standing by the stairs, his hand wrapped tightly around a rag “I hope everything is in order? I know the painters guessed

‘Indeed,’ said Clemmie, as if the men had not spoken. ‘I thought I could trust Great Aunt Hortensia. I knocked at her door then barged inside. By that time, I was bent over double trying to catch my breath. When I stood up straight, that’s when I saw…I saw…’

Doctor Pax cracked out a laugh and slapped Mosaic on the back. ‘Cheeky wombat! Let's go and find some treasure in the caves.'

When he finally found his voice again, Doctor Pax asked, 'Do they each have names?'

"Oy, Lily, what vegetables do we need for this again?" Baldroy asked, scratching the back of his head. I sighed. Boys know nothing about cooking, except for Sebastian. "We need carrots, cabbage, celery, onions, and green beans. It's really healthy and delicious once we get it done.." Baldroy just looked at me with a dumbfounded face. "Wha, we need all that?! Can't we just use a flamethrower? It probably works the same way without vegetables."

Eventually Anders stood up, though his pretty legs were still shaking, turning his back to the Comte he made to leave, back to the road and his horse. However something stopped him. He went still, his head hung down and his shoulders still shuddering with shallow sobs before he turned back around and walked over to the Comte, throwing his arms around his waist and pressing his muddy face against the Comte's chest. He hugged him tightly, thankfully. However it was not long enough for anything more to come from it. Once Anders let go of him, he started off towards the

Doctor Pax looked at the sudden change in the young girl. It was as if a light switch had come on. He grabbed her around her waist and lifted her high. He spun her around until she laughed even more.

"I know can't feed all who need to be feed, but at least I know that I'm blessing someone in need and not just ignoring the problem," I replied, pushing my glasses back up my face. Receiving the food in exchange for the money I headed toward the door and asked, "did Mr. Williams ever- "