A Short Story : A Story?

“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.

Lifting your head up from a nap from the cold wood-finished desk, trying to overcome the haziness from your eyes as you look at your teacher, turning your head to the right your friend is taking a colorful page of ocean-blue, rosie-cheek-pink, lime-green, purple heart majesty colored notes and you wonder why you are doing the same. You suddenly hear loud thuds coming up the metal-rusted ramp outside leading to the door. The door swings open with a powerful “swoosh” and an eerie creek from the rusted bolts follow. A gun walks in, following a middle-aged white man who has a distorted look in his eyes.

Carole and I were fleeing with urgency down the steep driveway, arms and legs pumping with fear. Which way to go? Down the reedy river path with potential snakes and the risk of being seen or the creepy drainage ditch? Looking back toward the house with rapid fire beats in our hearts, fear drove us forward. We searched to see how far ahead we were. Not far. Not as far as we needed to be, but he hadn’t appeared yet. The only logical way was through the rusty damp and dark pipes so we wouldn’t be seen. Our noses wrinkled with the disgust upon entry, filling our nostrils with a strong smell of mold and crud collected from storms.

It was a routine Wednesday morning while I was walking to my bus stop when I heard someone shout in my general direction. I slowly glanced around, looking for the source through the dimly lit street in the dark, only to spot a hooded figure to my left leaning on a car. I quickly averted my eyes, my hand tightening around my messenger bag and picked up my pace. Not long after I heard heavy footsteps falling behind me, another shadow joining mine on the cracked sidewalks and another shout,

“NO! NOOOO!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!” I said as I jumped over the silver wire fence blocking me from making my escape. “THIS MAN IS COMING AT ME WITH A KNIFE!!” I screamed! “Get back here you pesky chicken!” Yelled the farmer! I was running through the farm for my life! I saw rusty silver gleaming bars in the distance. I ran towards them. I saw a huge figure hurtling across the bars. This could be my escape! I thought. I took a leap onto the large figure. He finally stopped in his tracks as I landed on to the back of the train. He stood staring at me with hate in his eyes as I rushed off into the night.

I need to get out of here. However, as I gaze around, there’s no escape from here. There are too many men. I’ll never get away without getting shot. The sounds of heels clicking against the concert, makes me look up to find a tall black woman walking towards the line of boys. She’s extremely fit with long black dreadlocks and a gun in her hand. She looks even more dangerous than the men. As she come closer, her face becomes clearer and there are

Terrified I jumped behind a tree hoping it wouldn't notice. It didn't even glance my way as it raced ahead, it appeared to be chasing a black and white rabbit that was ahead of me. As it passed by me I let out a sigh of relief "he didn't see me." I think to myself with a hint of gratitude in my voice. I look down and see a beaten up brown leather wallet under my foot. "what's that doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" I ask myself. Just as I bent down to pick up the wallet my pocket lets out a shriek. "What the hell was that?!" I ask myself as my pocket lets out another ear splitting shriek. I reach into my pocket only to reveal my phone shrieking in unison with an incoming call. I look down at the caller ID and it shows an unknown caller, I answer it hoping it's someone who can help me figure out where I am. "Hello?" I say hopeful, "Hello" says the voice on the other end of the phone, his voice is slightly unnerving but I decide to shake it off, until I heard his next words "I heard you found my wallet, return it to me and I will explain to you what happened to you last night." "You were there?" I asked scared but with excitement in my voice nonetheless. "Yes I was, but you would not remember me for I was unimportant to the night's events Sam Knight." "How do you know my name?" I ask suddenly wary of our words. "Like I said before I was there just unimportant and unnoticed, bring me my wallet to the mountain straight ahead I will give you two days time to get here and return it or a great misfortune will befall you." His voice was deep and dark when he said these last words "and remember Sam Knight don’t open the wallet do you understand?" "Yes" I said very timid, just then my phone died and I was alone in the dark once more only this time I had to find the owner of this

As he sneaked crossed the hallway in silence making sure he heard no police sirens. ' I not getting caught today.' He thought, he neared room 132 that's when he heard a click. And the door eased open slowly, ' The police, run, run away' is the last thing he thought before a little head with black hair and blue eyes peeked thru. Charles had just got thru the door unnoticed, he closed the door as quietly as he could absolutely worried he would be caught. As he turned around he realized it was already too late a tall, thin, man was standing there smirking but Charles noticed he had a speck of fear in his eyes. Charles ran, ran not away from the intruder but away from his

One evening, Jeffry, a tall and adventurous child, was sleeping soundly, when he suddenly woke up from a nightmare that he had dreamt. Some things that he could remember from his nightmare were that the time was 11:59pm, and the room rapidly increased in warmth, before a masked man ran into his room, and carried him away. Jeffry was grateful that it was all a dream, but when he looked at his watch, the time was 11:57pm, and he heard loud sirens, that were like the sounds of gunfire coming from outside. Although nothing could be barely seen, as it was pitch black, he heard the door of his room suddenly smash open, and saw the shadow of a big, and muscular man who seemed to have a dark mask covering his face. The man with the mask quickly rushed

The deepest depths of the midnight forest, all exposed with a giant spotlight so bright, it has a tint of blue to it. The man, the man whose face implanted in my mind from the kiosk, standing in front of my car. Nothing was innocent about is smile. His eyes darkened as if the monster within has woken up. I scream in terror and panic to wake everyone up only to find they’re not in the car. I glance to the back seat, my head snaps back forward as I can see the figures of my friends in the distance being escorted away without a fight. Boiling tears of terror trace down my cold, lifeless face as I cannot bear the fear racing form my heart. I have no plan of action, I can’t think of anything. My motionless, drained body in full panic just sits there to face what is about to

I sleep horribly. It’s outrageous to think that someone would be stalking me, but the preposterous idea continues to circle around my mind. Any time I’m able to fall asleep, nothing but vivid visions of the story fill my dreams. I wake up sweating and panicked. As I rise to get a cup of water, I notice a figure in my window. I blink, incredulous to what I am seeing. The tall, dark figure shifts to run away. I scream as loud as possible and race to my car. I get in as I see the figure approaching. Quickly, I start the car and drive as far away from the apartment as humanly possible. I scream and cry the entire way to my destination—my best friend, Maya’s house.

I sit in the bowling alley bathroom floor on a Saturday night with, Kennedy, Sarra, Kamryn, and Hallee terrified that there’s going to be someone breaking in and shooting us all. Hallee Lincoln and I sit on the floor and hold the door closed, Hallee calls the police and tells them that there is someone at the bowling alley door with a gun and we’re sitting in the bathroom trying to keep safe. All that I know is: I came here just to have a fun night, there’s a shooter running around Glenwood, who knows who the shooter shot, and there’s a man outside with a gun. Someone is trying to push the door open and Hallee and I look at each other with terror and push as hard as we can to keep the door closed.

“What the heck?!?!” Jordan said sprinting to where the voices were coming from. Since Jordan and her mom lived alone they never were expecting anyone. Especially someone just bursting in unannounced. Jordan turns down the hallway to see 7 men all dressed in black with masks and guns. Her mom trailing behind. Her heart is racing and perplexing thoughts were whizzing through her mind.

It began gradually. He'd arrive home twenty minutes later than usual, shrugging it off with a brief comment about traffic being slow. It was easy for Rachel to overlook at first. After all, it didn't mean anything, right? However, that twenty minutes soon turned into thirty, and then forty. Whenever she would question him, he'd always have an excuse ready, or would calmly brush it off. At first, she tried not to feel concerned.

I see the sweet, alluring flowers in the crammed valley. The raw herbs itch my legs, satisfying my pleasure with bliss. Picking from the sticky weeds, I find a handsome blossom and add it to my assortment. I glance to the town as the people worship me with the joys of Spring. I grin in satisfaction and love.