A Short Story : A Story?

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.

Blake held Kevin steady as they walked towards the hallway’s sitting area. Two off-duty Guards sat next to one another and sipped coffee. They looked fuzzy. Super duper fuzzy. Like vibrating dolls.

Emma stood there quietly and just stared forward at the man. Just like him, she had never seen another soul here before. She had spent the last two years in sheer solitude, yet here he was. It was like a miracle, but the woman was far from believing in miracles anymore. If miracles existed, she would be either dead or awake by now. Instead, she was here. He was here. They were both here, and somehow they were here together. Why now? Why after all this time was she now being blessed with the company of another man?

“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.

Every step is heavy, as we reached the base of the hill, where a super steep incline awaits. We conquer it every year though each time, it feels less victorious. My brother took the lead, grabbing onto a thick plant to haul himself up. Going next, I grab the same vine, though it breaks, dropping me on the clotted earth. My legs become stuck with dirt, my sweat acting like an adhesive. Like the lovely person he is, Gabriel looked down and laughed, before giving me a hand and helping me up and over the incline, as displaced dust trickles down. To break the quiet I turn my embarrassment into his, making fun of his new girlfriend. “Why Bebe?” I quip, “Stella is so much prettier and smarter. And she’s actually your age.” Glaring at me, he hisses “Can you not. ” With this, a realization hit me: their budding romance had ended. And so soon! “Did you guys break up?” I ask, followed quickly by, “Now you can profess your love to Stella!,” before running ahead to avoid his furious gaze and swinging arms. His now ex-girlfriend, he didn’t even tell me about, instead, I found out through a post on Instagram, which I soon found out had been deleted.

“Are you coming dear?” Mary yelled up the stairs, for the third time. She was waiting to see if I was ready yet.

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...

“ Sorry, Dawn! I guess I am a little late. Oh, and by the way, you are now on plain grain. We are giving your champion feed to Ringo now, with twice the apples. We think he needs and deserves it more that you do. I hope you understand!”

David stumbles out of his bed and onto his feet. Takes a moment to balance himself without the wall, then stumble his way to the out of the cell. He remembers when he was in this cell last time. It was a long time ago, when he was young and innocent and didn’t realise how horrible this world is. He was here to pick up his younger brother, Jerry, who had taken out his mum's car when he was only 15. They had a promise that David would never tell their parents as long as Jerry didn’t pull another stunt like that again. The parents always worried about Jerry as he was the trouble maker at school and didn’t care about school. Not like David anyway. David was accepted into Oxford, and was squeaky clean. He never did anything wrong, he was a smart kid. But he is a different person now. If you told his parents he would end up like this, they would die of shock. Age has changed him, he has experienced a lot and has anger growing inside him.

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.

“Why do you always have to say that,” said Steff. “And then,” said Joey. “This is what i’m talking about, you don’t even care,” said Steff. The two just continued to argue through most of the night until Steff couldn’t handle it. She ran out the house in tears,not knowing which direction she was going. Joey grabbed his sweater and ran after Steff With her sweater, but she just kept running till she couldn’t breathe anymore. Little did Steff know they were in the mythical forest till she saw the tree. Joey caught up and asked “Why’d you run out like that?” with tears filling her eyes, she replied with “You don’t even care anymore.” “Why wouldn’t I care” asked Joey, “Because all you ever say is and then,” replied Steff. “I’m sorry Steff” said Joey, “Steff I love y-” Joey paused as he noticed someone was watching them. He asked “What’s your name?” “Yasmin” the stranger said, without any further hesitation she struck them with her magic. As they both fell to the floor, she fled the forest. Yasmin knew exactly what she was doing, she just didn’t know if the timing was perfect. Yasmin went to her house deep into the mystical forest with her cat putulia. She was looking at the formula, something seemed to be off. She analyzed it one more time and realized it was the formula for creating and forming snow. She panicked and ran to her spell bowl and said “What’s the outcome of Steff and Joey’s future?” the bowl said “They’ll fall more deeply in love and realize they belong

“Bet you can’t look at e house without even dying, perhaps that’s what happened to to your sister Janice.” I hear Delly saying that over and over again like a video that won’t stop replaying and as I shake my head it goes away like an echo. Delly wasn’t wrong, as we were all at the door and opened it we all were just staring at the dark shadowy room that smelled like honey, I was dying. This was the place the place where my sister died, or where she was last found, she still isn’t found because people aren’t willing to go through what she had gone to save her as few have and never got out. All of this town of Lakesville knew about the tragedy of 26th of October. Yes it was just 3 days ago and tomorrow is Halloween.

I started spinning out of control. There were distorted faces smearing my vision, all crowded around me in a huge circle, not allowing me to see any of my surroundings.

Kate whipped her head around to see who the owner of that voice was. She felt relief and joy when she saw it was Mr. Jacks who followed her. Maybe he will escape with her. Mr. Jacks stood less than 10 feet away and his dog sat by his feet, his tail wagging.

For Jeongguk, the crash came before even exchanging words. The lithe frame and raging hair as red as poppies leaving his buzzed senses clipped. Burned to the very bottom of the wick while dazedly staring. Bubbly giggles and too much cotton candy leaving the tongue sugary sweet and pillowy plush catches his attention.