A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

She struggled forcefully under his bear-like hands. She thrashed to escape Frank’s strong grasp of her ; and from under Frank’s hands,came a muffled screaming. Frank began to cry and scream with terror. “Oh! Please stop and do none of that,” he plead.

Scarlett looked down at her six year old brother who was only three years younger. She could literally feel her heart breaking just by looking at him. His face was red, his eyes were red and puffy, and he had tear marks on his cheeks. Scarlett couldn't help but cry with him.

It was dark in her nightmare. And it was cold. Her entire body was numb and her breathing was slow. As she breathed, she could see the white frost escape her lips and disperse into the blank nothing. The wind slashed at her face, clawed at her arms. A faint growling sound emerged in the distance. She attempted to stand, pushing up on her hands. A jolting pain made its way up her body, causing her to howl and fall back towards the ground, slamming her chin onto the rough surface. She had no escape, forcing her to wait for the creature to find her.

She wiped her tears away, walking towards the front of the house to greet her mother. Instead of seeing the brown head of her mother she was greeted by her sister, Valerie. She lept forward, hugging her. “They cleared you? Thank god, I knew you didn’t do it!” Valerie's turns towards, her eyes are dark with rage.

You could tell that someone had already touched her because she had fingerprints on her beautiful face, and the laces from her shoes were taken out. There were open wounds on the bottom half of her body that were made by the hungry vultures. The smell of her corpse was so pungent that it would make anyone want to vomit; the smell reminded him of rotten eggs, roadkill, and sewer water. The blood that she was laying in had turned into a dark red that had hardened over a long period of time. He couldn 't look for too long because all the thought about death started to come back into his mind again. Wanting to escape the horrible thought, he ran like a cheetah released to the wild.

“They tried to kill us all! Is that what you want? Our whole family dead?” Bodaway yelled back at her. Zinnia fell to her throne against its armrest and buried her face in her arms. She started to sob, her body shaking with every struggling breath. Kato looked at Nora. She could see the apprehension on his face. None of them wanted to hurt their sister, but did they have any other

My toes touched behind me, pinned to the floor by my own weight. Grating the wooden structure, my knees bled into the cracks of the church. Be one with it, Sister Jacklyn said. I heard her now, above my head. The crack of her walking stick, the rattle of her bones, I heard her whisper my name, “Bobby.” I tightened my hands together in front of me, and bowed my head farther until my neck stretched its last fiber. An abyss of darkness. A cross of blood.

For while she ran, I followed behind. What she remembered, I do not know, because I am not inside her mind. But after that time in which she ran with fear, I had the time to think. Mae ran away, for one or two hours. Until she tripped and knocked herself out. When she came to she gasped and began to sink. All because in front of her was a poisonous skink. She shrank away, having nothing to say, and walked through the night and half of the day. Tired and weak, Mae finally broke down. With no food or water, she thought she was dead... Not Yet.

“Hello?” The girl called out as she carefully rubbed the wounds on her face. “I demand to know who took me!” She shouted so suddenly that I jumped and made a gasping noise that drew her attention to me.

One crisp autumn day Zöe was walking to Pierre’s house to meet up with him and go on a picnic. Grace had to go back to her grandmother’s for a week as she was sick, and the doctors weren 't sure if she was going to make it. Zöe had just turned the corner when, suddenly she was grabbed by her hood and pulled back into the arms of a twenty-one year old man. he clasped his dirty, greasy hand over her mouth preventing her from calling for help. She struggled futilely, but as lean and strong as she was, she could not make a dent in the man’s strong arms. As the man restrained and blindfolded her, another man started tying her up. Constrained to the chair, she could not cry out or elude what was to come of her at all. She was bracing herself for abuse or death when she heard a scuffling coming from where she believed the first man had gone.

"No!" Screeched Traviata as she sat up straight sweat beading down her face and panting heavily.

“Momma, momma, read it again!” little John Hawkins demanded from his ratty old bed as stars shimmered in his eyes. His mother, who sat at his bedside with a comic book in clutch, chuckled at his somewhat petulant behavior.

I must have dropped off, because when I opened my eyes, the sun was beginning its descent, causing an orange hue to cascade on the aged walls like vibrant painted patterns. I splash my face in the bathroom sink. Theres a claw footed tub inside. I imagine wicked nights of smoking and cognac ala Edward G Robinson while stewing in its recesses. I put on my peacoat and lock that door to my secret chamber. No sooner do I go out than I see a figure resting in a lobby chair. An older woman. An American. She tells me she in en route to Geneva to speak at a conference about water pollution. Her name is Miranda.

“See I told you, I will go see if the window will open” Zoe took a few steps then… SLAM. The door slammed closed leaving Zoe alone in the white empty room. She expedited to the door trying to open it, but it seemed to be locked. She heard the screams of Bella and the yellings of Violet trying to free Zoe. She turned and walked towards the window but as she got two feet away it started literally melting away like wax on a candle. She ran to it but the gooey wax like substance that once was a window burned her skin. This action instigated her to turn and ran to the locked door. But just as the window did, it started to melt to and disappear, along with the yells and screams of the other two girls trying to get it open. She screamed. But it was then when she noticed the eyes that stared at her all around the room. She slowly turned around with a horrific look on her face. As she turned all around the room there were dolls. The creepiest dolls you could ever imagine, they were chipped and broken. some had arms and legs broke, some had no head, but all of them were staring at her. All at once the rampant and