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.

While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?

Margot said nothing, only rushed up the stairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut, falling upon her bed with sobs. The sobs did not last long as Margot’s mom came into the room. “What is wrong, dear?” asked her mom tenderly, caressing her daughter’s pale cheeks. Margot lifted her face, revealing her puffy red eyes and tear streaked

She seemed to fall back at such a question, but taking the step I wouldn’t take and grabbing my hand to pick me up off the ground, she smiled softly; holding onto me as tenderly as possible, “I know you don’t. I mean, all this time you’ve chased after me and blamed me for everything. It must go against everything you believe in, but listen, I’ve never wanted to harm you and I never will. You’re a part of me. If you want to blame me and hate me for making you live with me after all this too, you have the right to do that. For now, just know that I’m gonna take care of you and the next time I see Lalnable, I’m gonna thank him and then flux him up, I

“I’m so sorry mom; I didn’t mean to scare you.” Margot sniffled from the cold.

“Her mother's death has hit her hard.,” Luv answered as she turned herself to face her mother.

“What’s wrong, Ma?” he asked, sensing tension in the atmosphere. He had been adopted and his adopted parents were deceased. In fact, he never knew his biological parents. He could count on one hand how many times he had seen her smoke cigarettes. Each time, she had been deeply bothered. He had an inkling that something was eating away at her. Lately, she seemed jittery and paranoid when he spoke with her. That was nothing like his ordinarily warm and unbothered godmother. On top of that, she still hadn’t been

“I’ve been painting.” She spoke honestly. It wasn’t like she could do much of anything else. It was either paint or read and at the time she felt like painting. Maybe it was because she knew this time tomorrow she wouldn’t feel like doing much of anything. After the procedure she always felt drained. Her gaze shifted from her arm back to her mother's face, a slight smile on her face. “One of these days you should allow me to paint you.” She spoke, her gaze studying her mother's face. Sure, she could probably do it by memory, but that wouldn’t allow her to spend time with Gothel. Which was something she always wanted, that and going outside. “You are very beautiful, mother.” She spoke. This was not her trying to butter her mother up, she truly believed that Gothel was beautiful. “I think you would make a wonderful subject to paint.” She spoke in a soft voice, her head nodding a

Ally sat against the wall head tucked in her knees crying in despair.She always felt so unlistened to.She wondered why this certain tension just seemed to infiltrate her.Ally then wiped her tears as her mother called for help with groceries.As she walked down, she saw her dad already helping her mom.She still decided to help with the groceries anyways.She tried to avoid any eye contact as her eyes were still puffy from the tears that had swept down her face.However, it didn't seem to matter much considering the fact that her parents didn't glance anywhere near her direction.They were too busy conversing about the way her dad's day went.Mumbling under her breath she said "thanks for asking about my day, glad to know you're concerned''.Ally then

“Katherine, please think about what you are doing” she stutters. My mother closes her eyes. You can hear the knife slicing through human skin. But it’s not her skin who is being sliced, it’s mine. My mother opens her eyes and catches me before I can collapse to the ground. She places me onto the ground, my head in her lap.

Larah grinned and touched the old woman’s hand, “Thank you, sister, you’ve helped me more than you know.” She stood and walked towards the doorway. Before passing through it, she glanced back at her teacher, mentor, and friend. Melinda sat silent, gaze fixed on the open window. She seemed so tired and worn. “Are you going to be okay? Should I get someone?”

Bailey nodded her head a little to the fact that her mother had came over to clean their apartment. "I'll call her in the morning. One of these days we're gonna have to change the locks to make her stop." Bailey spoke as she laughed a little. She loved her mom, but she hated that her mother didn't bother to treat her like an adult a lot of the time. "She insisted on cleaning, said I had too much to worry about with class and such." Bailey rolled her eyes as she let the words come out of her mouth. It had been a stressful day and all Bailey wanted was for this moment with him not to end. It was nice being in his arms again, she had missed feeling him touch her like this all gentle and loving like. "She was rather annoying today I wanted to say

As she shifted into a more comfortable seating position on the lawn, Alayna’s fell upon another’s. The contact sent a shiver down her spine. Swiftly, she pulled hers away as she glanced over to find that the hand belonged to Arthur. She turned away from him to hide her rose tinted cheeks and smoothed her unruly hair from her face. She could hear Arthur chuckle, deeply beside her causing Alayna to flush an even deeper shade of red. Calloused fingers tucked away a stray strand of hair behind her ear causing Alayna’s breath to hitch in her throat. She turned back to face him, his eyes shined, merrily down at her. He shared a small smile with her. She couldn’t help but grin up at him. In that moment, a part of her seemed to fall into place. In the silence and stillness of the morning, she’d never felt more complete.

“No! You don’t understand.” Evan shook his head and tightened his fist. Unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable. His patience waned. Like standing barefoot in low tide, he could feel the sand being sucked between his toes, only it was every ounce of self-control he possessed.

“What the hell are you doing?” She took off her boots, and tried to follow his voice.