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.

He wasn't in the habit of picking up anyone, period. But tonight had found him a little emptier than usual, and for once, he hadn't been able to fill up that emptiness with more work, more plans, more books -- all his usual distractions had irritated rather than soothed him. Under the circumstances, Kurapika should have gone to bed -- when all else failed, there was always sleep -- but the thought of lying in the dark with cold sheets pressed up against his skin, nothing but his thoughts and ghosts of his kin to keep him company, his life so far from where he'd started...it had been too much. Suddenly Kurapika had to get out, before the weight of it all crushed him.

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

“No, I’m using it as an excuse to get you naked.” You challenged as Steve worked off his shoes. He shook his head as he looked down at his feet, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Let’s go to that castle for now it looks like its about to rain,” Alice said heading to the castle. The castle was rusty and oddly quiet. Alice and Jane ran to the nearest bedroom seeing that someone was there. They tried to slowly leave, but the floors creaked too much. The man woke up staring straight at them like daggers.

Kendrick asked her to have dinner with him at his cottage. He said was preparing something special for dinner. This would be their last time together before he went back to the oil rig for another twenty-eight day shift. She thought of all that time they would be apart. She wanted to make tonight extraordinary, and something he would remember while he was out on the rig. She also hoped that it would make it easier for her to be without him for the next month.

She tweaks the crooked cherry colored candle into its proper place, right in the middle of the formation of plates. She piles the potatoes onto a cloth sitting in a basket and places them next to the candles, and places the chicken wings next to them. She leaves the small plate of steamed broccoli next to the porcelain plate at the end of the table and sits down. “Aren, come to dinner!” she yells across the house. She hears the scuttle of her son’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and eyes her husband as he moves to the dinner table. She waits patiently for her son, and smiles at him as he shifts into his seat. “I made your favorite meal again, Aren, aren’t you excited to dig in”, she asks. He nods towards his food and starts to dig in.

“Hello Martin” The Fat Lady laughed as she pushed the Stop button to the elevator. Martin’s heart sank. He started to sweat and shake his head. The Fat Lady eyed his trembling face and made a concerned expression.

I don’t know what to do. I woke up this morning and they were gone. I don’t know where they are. I need to find someone. I hope there’s someone out there, somewhere...

The sound of music mixed with her own heartbeat thudded in her ears as she ran down the deserted street. For weeks she had been doing this, waking up from nightmares that felt all too real only to put on her sneakers and do the best thing she knew--run. She would run until the sun came up, or until her mother would call her having a meltdown. By this point though, Syx couldn't find it in herself to care if her mother lost it, all she cared about was running until she couldn't remember.

A few days had passed and things seemed to have quieted down for me. Not too much was happening on the school front which was surprising because I had figured Keri Mahan and her cohorts would’ve done something completely horrible to me by now other than just defacing my locker. But it appeared as if they were biding their time.

“Fuck,” Neil hissed as a sharp pain shot through his hands, his phone dropping to the concrete with a clang. Neil looked down at his hands, wrapped in thick, white gauze, and tried not to think of the dull throb in his fingers. He ached for a cigarette and wondered if Andrew would swat at him if he tried to grab the carton between them.

Joseph can't remember the last time he did this ,but with Sebastian up on his feet again. He just had to. He opened a draw that smelled of blood. At the bottom was a razor blade with dried blood on it. Joseph removed his glove showing two others scars on his hand. He shuts his eyes but digs it into his pale skin with the razor saying slight curses to himself. “This is what you get for being useless, and the crush you have on Sebastian.” Small tears can't help but fall down his pale cheeks. Then he heard the silent ring of his phone from another room. Joseph quickly washed off the blood and put his glove back on twice as fast. He sighed a little seeing Sebastian's number. “Hello Seb.” He said trying to sound cheerful.

“Lyli do you have your bag?” my grandma Alice asked me. I nodded and gave her a hug goodbye. I put on my shoes and took my mom’s hand.

Before long, Andre had mostly forgotten about his father’s treachery because Kate now occupied his thoughts. Then he remembered that he’d decided to ask her out to dinner, so he put the paintbrushes down and started walking towards her room.