A Short Story : A Story?

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

"You haven't done this in a long time huh?" Andrew said breaking her from her thoughts.

“It felt ok.” I mumbled under my breath, but in reality, it was exhilarating. Thoughts of tomorrow were spinning around in my mind. Her lips curled into the widest grin I had ever seen. She knew I was lying, but just nodded slowly as a small smile crept on my face.

“So in any event, if you like it way more than me, f--king awesome,” he said. “Keep that enthusiasm up.”

I turned and looked at the sound of the voice to find an old man. He had wrinkles and freckles but instead of slouching like most old men do he stood tall like a tower. He had bright exotic green eyes and graying black hair that was combed to the side.

“Lula please stop crying I should have called before I came it was good seeing you again.” I said.

“Yeah. I know.” I looked into her eyes trying to make her believe that I was a grown up.

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

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.

beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.

Caleb sat on the porch listening to the sounds surrounding him. Occasionally he would hear a soft nicker coming from the barns. Normally it made him smile. Not tonight. Tonight he felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

The smell of Susan’s hot chocolate surrounded the coldness of her face as she would take a long, relaxing sip. Her mum started to pack things such as sunscreen, togs, towel and plenty of food and water. As Mum was getting ready slowly, Susan turned on the dusty old TV to watch. After each ad, she would feel as if it was practically speaking to her. When finally her mum finished getting ready she grabbed her stuff and yelled “We're going now Susan!” then said “make sure you have all your stuff.” Said nervously. Susan was all hyped up and ready to go, she grabbed her stuff and headed out the door. Susan ran with excitement with her star shaped sunglasses and flew into the black mini cooper with Mum.

Sparks flickered into the darkness of the night sky as the trio sat around the fire watching the embers glow. Their hunger satisfied thanks to Amanda and Maggie’s success. The overall mood palatably more relaxed than the previous night. Relaxed enough Maggie felt comfortable enough to pull out a joint from her pocket. Shannon might’ve forced them to give up their packs and supplies at the beginning of this adventures but that didn’t mean she was willing to give up her herb.

“ I dare you!” Noel said as she smirked. “NO!” Karina screamed with a voice so loud she woke the dead. I was just standing there shivering in fear trying my hardest not to run. You could tell that Karina was trying so hard to say no, she wanted to say yes so badly. I made it easier, and said “If we all go will you?”. She turned to look at me and said with a skittish face, and said “Yeah.” The next evening we all met at my shed and we got the supplies we needed for the nights stay at the haunted house!

Hot Afghanistan air blew into the window as Andisha Kamil rolled out of bed. Groggily, she headed out to the kitchen to start her morning brew. She shook out her blanket and laid her soft gentle hand on her husband’s back, her signal to wake him up. Anything too violent, and he would be barking over her and beating Andisha to bruises with his stick. “Aarif,” sang her sweet mellow voice, “Aarif.” This cycle usually lasted until the scruffy-faced man rolled out of bed. Usually only greeting her with a grunt, Aarif always starts his morning off with coffee, which he then always complains is much too cold. “Nice to see you too,” Andisha grumbled, under her breath. Shaking off that feeling, she trekked across the room to wake Aamir, her 16-year-old son. Besides the little Aarif is able to earn from his cattle herding, Aamir is the main source of income for the family. Without him, there is no food, and no food leads to an unhappy Aarif.