A Short Story : A Story?

Latterly, I gradually got out of bed and ambled toward the fridge. I go to grab my favorite yogurt, but the box is empty. I have to settle for a bagel. I can’t find my shoes so my feet get dirty and mucky. On my way to the bathroom when I notice there are two ticks on my legs. The bucket to clean your feet before you walk in the house looks as dirty as a dumpster, so I have to clean it out.

Leaving the motel on Highway 74 around 3:00 o’clock, Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling, her thought lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. Pulling into the garage, Marlene parked her Mercedes, brushed her hair put on fresh lipstick, before going into the house, relieved she was home when her husband and father-in-law arrived. Wanting to surprise them, she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, sat down at the counter and glanced through the mail.

She didn't talk when she woke up, I said "Casey. I do love you." She let out a deep breath but didn't look at me or talk. Her mom arrived at the hospital, she took a quick flight out to make sure Casey was okay. She brushed her hair "Honey. Why did you do that to yourself?" It was like she couldn't speak; a tear fell from her cheek. She whispered "When can I leave?" Her mom hugged her "Honey please tell me why you felt like you had to commit suicide? What's going on?" Casey sniffled and inhaled but didn't speak, I stood up "It was my fault." Her mom looked up "How could this be your fault?" I started tearing up "I couldn't tell her how I felt, my mind froze." Casey looked up "Mom can I talk to him alone?" Her mom got up and went out of the room, I sat back down "I'm sorry. I just couldn't get myself to say anything, I can't hurt you anymore."

“Are you coming dear?” Mary yelled up the stairs, for the third time. She was waiting to see if I was ready yet.

Joan leaned down, pressing one hand to Alis’s upper chest and her ear close to Alis’s mouth. She heard strong breath sounds and no crackling. “She’s breathing well.”

Madeline stared out of the window of the jet as Egypt disappeared beneath the clouds. It had definitely been a trip to remember, that was for sure. She almost didn’t want to go home. If they stayed in Egypt, she could pretend a little while longer that she and Gabe could have a life together.

“We will be back at twelve. Don’t let any strangers in and let the dog out when you can,” said my mother. “Okay. I will, bye. love you.” I said quickly pushing them out the door. “Julia will be home around eleven to get her bag for Raelynn's house,”my mother said as she grabbed her purse. “yes I know. Bye!” I said once more.

“Mom, you’re not making any sense,” Herthe admitted. “Just tell the truth and get that weight off your shoulders. You always told me that, did you not? Besides, it can’t be that bad, can it?”

Now Jungkook had seen many interesting and strange things in his life. Skinny dippers, seaweed enthusiasts, people attempting to hold octopi, etc. However, catching someone in his fishing net was not something that had ever happened before. He stood there on the old dock, gaping at the captured boy.

His father sneered at him from his wingback chair in his study, a snifter of brandy in his hand. Draco knew when he returned home that he’d missed dinner, but he was hoping his father would be in a less surly mood about it.

“Oh my god, this morning is already too long.” I think to myself with a yawn as I walk through the front doors of the hospital.

For Jeongguk, the crash came before even exchanging words. The lithe frame and raging hair as red as poppies leaving his buzzed senses clipped. Burned to the very bottom of the wick while dazedly staring. Bubbly giggles and too much cotton candy leaving the tongue sugary sweet and pillowy plush catches his attention.

It was the most magical day of her life, she was a wife to be. Her hair glistened, as the sunlight flooded into the room. She was finally going to be with the man that she loved. There was nothing that could really ruin this day for the bride-to-be because her wedding had turned out exactly how she dreamed to be. She slowly walked down the aisle, when the lights flickered out. Everyone started screaming, things were crashing on the floor, and children were running in circles. It was a scene of chaos and fear; before the bride knew what was happening loud shots were ringing out in the chapel. In a flash of confusion; the lights turn on, and as everyone looked around in their shaken state, they were awaken to the horror of the bride’s white dress covered in red. The color of her blood soaked her dress as she lay at the altar with a hole in her chest where a bullet had passed through.

“We have a few questions and want you to come down to the station and answer them,” he said without a hint of trouble in his voice.

It was 9:00 PM, and I was by myself. The house was dark and looming, as I stayed in my room reading. An eerie creaking sound of the house settling filled the air, but was settling the explanation? I crept slowly into the hall, step by step, and made my way downstairs. When I got to the stairs I heard a crash from below. I thought, “Is there an intruder in my house?”