A Short Story : A Story?

Realizing that her father was struggling with other inner battles other than the one she had presented to him, Sarah slowly backed away from the barn into the side yard next to the kitchen. As she did a hand threw itself over her mouth. “Shhhh,” a voice laughed, “and come on.”

The Romans had their own religion, which collected and influenced from the lands they conquered. Their religious attitudes focused on two main things: a state cult, and a private concern. The half of temples was built for dedicating the emperors both living and dead. Most the Romans’ religion was fewer spirituals. Paganism was also appealing the Romans because it did not divine the physical and heavenly worlds as the Christians.

Initial observations of the Roman Pantheon from the front appear to be similar to the ruins of the Greek Parthenon, but really both structures are somewhat unique in their composition, purpose, design, and fate. Constructed over half of a millennium after the Parthenon was built, the Pantheon, built in 27 B.C., exhibits some of the architectural styles and characteristics of its predecessor. However, the Romans refined Greek building techniques, thereby developing a unique and more advanced architectural style.

Even though first Corinthians and second Corinthians are similar there are differences between them. There are a lot of differences like even the reason they were created.

Nat pulled a stool forward and sat down, leaning forward put the cigarette up to the top of the flame, the flame lapped at the cigarette for a while until the end glowed red like the embers of the fire. Nat withdrew the cigarette from the flame, put it up to his mouth, hesitating then sighed and gently put the cigarette in between his lips. It hung downwards, as he drew in a deep breathe, allowing the smoke to fill his mouth, he gently blew out and watched the blue-grey smoke filled the air around him. “Tomorrow, during the next tide, I’ll have to go out and see if there are any survivors,” Nat sighed, “If we can find anyone maybe they’ll know of a safe place.”

The bus was going down the street, carrying students to hell, or what some people call school. Keith just happened to be one of those kids stuck on the bus. Keith didn't know anybody on the bus, so he sat alone in the front. The bus soon came to a halt in front of the school, and the students flooded off. Keith was one of the last people off, since he couldn't get through the line of people blocking the exit.

Flashback:.Michelle sat down on a bench, next to a woman. She was very skinny with pale skin and her face was covered with the shadow of the cape on her head .The woman pointed her large, skinny fingers towards Michelle .She muttered some words under her breath.Without a warning, the woman disappeared and left no trace of her existence there.Michelle had knots in her stomach and felt like her head was spinning. She could not understand what happened and why the woman was pointing at her.

Moving around on the bench as if trying to get comfortable before she spoke, Marlene said, “What I’m going to say will probably make you laugh. Please don’t.”

“ No one can know that I killed her, got it john?” Okay lizzy, I understand. But what if- what do you mean what if john, there’s no what if’s there has to be no evidence that I killed her, so drive over here and bring plastic wrap. Do you think that’ll be good enough? John stuttered and then replied back to lizzy with a yes. While john is driving over to get lizzy and the dead girl, he sees a cop out of the corner of his eye, and starts to panic. Everything changed that night, the world and his friends aren’t what they use to be anymore, the girl he thought he knew, had some issues he or no one never knew.

Something metal hits the back of my skull and I crumble to my knees, dots fluttering across my eyes. Someone clasps my wrist and yanks up my sleeve, revealing nothing? Though there’s a lump on my head now, I let out a secret sign of relief as I try to stand.

The next morning I woke up next to Carl and I rolled over and kissed him on the cheek then got up to check on Judith.As I walked down the hallway and into her room I was thinking of how dad told me about mom. I found her sitting up in her crib. "Hey there sweetheart!" I said excitedly I walked over and picked her up out of the crib and placed a kiss on her cheek."Okay baby girl I'·ma go make breakfast." I carried her downstairs and placed her in her high chair. I started washing dishes from last nights dinner then decided to start breakfast for everyone. While it was cooking I sat there feeding Judith a small bowl of applesauce then suddenly there was a knock on the door. I put the spoon down and answered the door it was Ron. "Hey Ron, what's up?" I asked."Hey can I come in and talk to you for a minute?" He asked in reply. I stepped aside and opened the door a little more and said "Yeah, We'll just need to be quiet Rick, and Carl are still asleep I'm making breakfast and watching Judith." We walked back into the kitchen and I checked on the food then turned to Ron. "What did you need to talk ab-?" Before I could finish my sentence Ron's lips crashed on mine and I was taken back for a minute not really knowing what to do but I melted into it eventually kissing back then I thought of Carl and pulled apart from Ron looking at him shocked. “Ron what was that all about?” I asked as he sat down and He replied. “Bailey since the day I met you I can’t get you out of my head.” “Ron

It was October 16, 1973, however young Vanessa Freeburg had no indication of what the date was, or even meager things such as the time or day of the week. She sat in a room as dark as outer space, with no windows, scared out of her mind. The only thing going through her head were ways to get out any way she could. Vanessa looked around the room, trying to make sense of where each wall was, and searching for a door. The only thing she could hear was the sound of a delicate whisper coming from outside the room. She knew the voice instantaneously. It was the sound of the wicked man who had deceived her into accompanying him on a treacherous disaster.

“You ever wish you’d done something else?” Mac asked. “Gone out in the world a bit?”

There were days where she barely thought about what happened at that party. Days where she was just Bailey doing exactly what she had always done before that fateful night. Then there were days where sometimes the smallest discrete thing would happen that would bring flashes of it before her eyes. The way someone’s hand moved or the sound of a door locking. She truly wasn’t sure how others coped with such a thing. There had been written statements saying she dragged him off, that it was something she wanted. It had been said to her so many times now that sometimes she actually started to believe it, question herself.

Today is audition day. It came so fast...and I didn’t think I was ready. I looked at my phone to see what time it was and the two words that popped up on my screen, shot chills up my spine. I was scared, shocked, and confused.