A Short Story : A Story?

“It’s too late.” she replied, “Maybe tomorrow.” This time was different. Freddie didn’t run away again, instead.... he called for Doris. The power shut off at the blink of an eye. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel things flying across the room. There were voices, but there was so much going on that I couldn’t identify where it was coming from. I ran to the basement to flip the switch, but only the dim lights to the basement came on. I opened my eyes to furniture covered in stark white sheets. I could hear whispering, no it was more like

It was the summer going into fourth grade. Waking up that morning my mom, short with brown curly hair, surprised me with a big box that had come from the mail. She said “Your aunt Claire from Colorado sent you some new clothes to have.” I opened the box and came to find a whole bunch of different clothes like tank tops, shorts, and bathing suits. I had noticed that there were doubles of some of the clothes.

My eyes slightly open to the bright light in front of me. What happened last night? i look up slowly opening my squinted eyes. thats not my ceiling... i look over and see a dark skined back. Oh right..

She quickly jumped out of the X-Wing and headed for her room instantly. Even though the mission was successful, everything still ended horribly wrong. Too many of the Rebellion fighters had lost their lives, more than there should have been. It was meant to be a quick mission but it had ended becoming a never ending battle that lasted for hours.

It was raining. It was gloomy. It was dark. Everything that Yoongi adored about the rain. The sound of his teacher's voice made him turn his head from the cold foggy window.

It was a regular day in the lonely office. At least, to any given eye it was. However, in Susan Terrance's eyes, it was a frustrating and sad day. One to mourn.

The smell of antiseptic filled my nostril as I gripped my coffee tightly. Swinging my bag over my shoulders, I watched as the other nurses and doctors walked into rooms checking on patients. The sound of familiar beeping rang through the air, as I strolled past the front desk into the hospital break room. I opened the doors and heard the voice of my coworker.

Flashlight. Check. Golf ball bag. Check. Phone. Check. Emergency kit. Check. Snacks. Check. Avalon went to make a mental list of everything she'd need for that night's adventure. She knew that tonight would be no different from all the other nights, but she still re-checked everything. It was a side-effect of having anxiety; Avalon always felt like she was missing or forgetting something.

As I returned from my walk I hear voices, her voice seemed different; like she was relaxed and happy for once. I slammed the door open,”What are you doing,” I screamed. While grabbing the first thing I could find, two glass bottles, and stormed over to Van and whatever her name is.”You should learn that I always get my way. Be quiet and don’t fight me. You will be fine if you do what I tell you to do when I tell you.”I lifted up the first bottle and struck her first, but as it shattered over her head I heard a shriek of a high pitched noise right before she passed out. I stumbled back, stunned that such a horrid noise could come from such a small being. I just stared at her; she looked sad, but what did I care, this was fun. I picked up the other bottle and started to walk towards Van, he just looked at me and said,”Please no, please.” He was out within seconds of being hit.

It was a cold darkening night when Fredrich began walking down the street of Warsaw, late at night when the city was as dead as a graveyard not a gunshot or cannon could’ve woken the dead, he was planning an escape on how to leave to America. He walked through North Avenue plotting every detail of his plan. Fredrich came across someone he did not recognize at all he thought to himself, “Who was this strange and dark figure,” because fredrich could not see his face, but only the shadow that dwelled there, had this menaced and restless feeling. The dark figure walked along the street. Fredrich decided to follow him regardless of the warnings inside him, but Fredrich’s curiosity got the best of him not knowing if this dark faceless man was dangerous. He followed the figure for about 30 minutes and it just disappeared into the night.

My legs won’t stop jittering in the passenger footwell of Jacob’s ute. I’m so nervous. I haven’t been back to the city since I left for Hope over three years ago. It has been easier to ignore the life I left behind when it was over a six hour drive away. But now here I am, sitting next to man too handsome and kind for his own good, heading straight back into that lion’s den. It’s not that I didn’t have a great life there. I did. However it’s a completely different life to what I want and what I live now. And I haven’t been away long enough to forget how bitchy and snobby my old friends can be. To be really honest, I’m not sure what I’m more nervous about, facing my past or my past meeting Jacob. Jacob squeezes my thigh, interrupting my thoughts, “Hey over there, you alright?” He asks.

The sky had been darkened by thick gray clouds. The brown wooden fences that bordered colorful houses all seemed as if their color had faded away. Small drops of water slipped gracefully off of the delicate leaves to the ground. The whole scene had a certain elegance to it, however mysterious the thin veil of fog made the familiar setting appear.

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

It was a dark, dry night in Johnny’s shed. Johnny was staring at the roof of his room. Hungry and tired, Johnny imagined how the next day would be. The shed was cramped. After a long day of work, Johnny was exhausted. Johnny worked on the field, helping his mom plant crops and look for food. Johnny was a poor kid with a rough background. His dad, Nick, died after a bear attacked the house. Johnny was just seven at that time. Nick would walk into johnny’s head every night. Every day when Johnny reflected upon his day, his dad’s words would come in and out of his brain. For Johnny, it was almost impossible to forget about his dad. But this was not Johnny’s only drastic event he had to live through. Johnny had a brother by the name of Andrew. Johnny lover Andrew, he was funny and always cheered Johnny on. When Andrew died, it impacted his mom so hard that she had a nervous breakdown and Johnny had to work all day taking care of his mom and his house. Johnny’s mom is just recovering and is now taking care of the household. Now, Johnny is working hard to take the place of Andrew and Nick, his loved ones.

Wind whistled through the partially opened driver-side window of Beth’s Volkswagen Jetta as Peter steered the car north along Interstate-91. The Eddie Vedder channel played through the Blue Tooth on Beth’s Pandora station. The Pearl Jam front man crooned a few verses from Daughter as Beth and Peter sang along, reminiscing about the 1990’s, their carefree college years when the world was exciting and new. Peter felt a rush of excitement when Beth offered to let him drive her car. In his mind, it was a sign that their relationship was deepening; it must mean something that she trusted him to drive her car. He had offered to take his Civic, but Beth needed the Thule rack on the roof of her Jetta to transport her racing bicycle.