A Short Story : A Story?

“What is going on?” John blurted out. He stood in the doorway, his mouth hanging open. I slowly dragged myself up off of the floor.

Time to leave before he wakes up. I try to get out of the room where I can lose my life when I suddenly trip and fall onto a soft object.

“He is and he’s asleep. Don’t wake him.” I strain to keep my voice steady. My heart is thumping in my chest, heavy beats like a drum. To my surprise, they do not raise their voices. We continue talking in

I let out a light gasp and said, " He isn't here and I didn't do anything. I was asleep all night. I could help find him, because no matter what happened I'm here. I hope you don't mind." He shook his head and I could tell that he didn't

He sighs and shifts, rolls over onto his stomach and to let the city noise lull

“I’m not exactly sure. I was told the kids had a party up here last night, so there’s a good chance he got drunk and fell off the cliff.”

I laugh. “I think my brother won’t be interfering for a while.” I frown as Beau pushes up to a sitting position, fixing his work clothes and messy hair, so what we were doing right before the knock isn’t so obvious.

“I’ve told you it Snerkers! She then spun towards me and held out a pill.

You shake your head. You kiss his forehead and leave to change into pajamas and wash up. When you come back, he's already asleep, still in his work clothes, and you roll your eyes, slide under the blankets next to him, and hug him until you drift off,

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

I allow myself to stand there a few more minutes, before I realize that I realize that I need get back just in case Adam wakes up.

Well, thank fuck for that! Tracy thought. She left the waiting room and walked down the corridor until she reached room 3, which helpfully bore Richard Hardman’s name on a silver plaque on the door. She imagined again what Doctor Richard Hardman was going to look like.

Rubbing the back of his neck and pointing to another house, Mr. Smith said, “If you believe what the old lady in that house over there said. Something is wrong here.”

Later that evening, we were sitting around the fire; it was late, the kids were already asleep in their tent. I glanced at Casey, she seemed very irritated. Jake joked "So when's the wedding Tomas? Since you keep calling her wifey." Casey got up and walked toward the lake, I laughed "Shut up man." Mariana got agitated at me "All you're doing is agitating her Tomas." I got up "No I'm not. Something else is bothering her." I followed her down to the lake, she was sitting at the shore; I sat next to her "What's wrong?" She sniffled, she was crying "Not you."

I woke up to a radiant ray of sunshine gleaming in my eyes that was peeking through the sand colored curtains. I wiped my groggy eyes and dragged myself into the bathroom and started the shower. Capering in to the shower, the cold water splashed against my face. It felt like sharp icicles being thrown at me, I think to myself, well at least you are awake now. I begin my shower now that the water has increased in temperature. As I wash my body with my pink loofah and my peppermint lavender soap I came a across a bump on my abdomen that I have never observed before. The bump was equivalent to the size of golfball and when I touched it I got a fiery sensation like a hot knife was stabbing me. I rushed out of the shower to tell my mother. As I was telling her the news she had a peculiar face. My mother had no hesitation, she practically carried me in to the vehicle.