A Short Story : A Story?

“Yes, father, there was a horrid storm. We lost our captain and his first mate. I saw the captain get blown off the ship. I started to get night scares for the following week. If I close my eyes I can vividly see the tragic scene.“ I answered looking at the cracks in the floorboards of the

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.

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.

It was the second day at sea, and they had been stuck in a big storm. It had struck on the first five kilometres out to sea. Thomas was standing by the railing of the ship, letting the spray hit his face. He looked up at the starry skies, and his heart skipped a beat. Was he imagining it or not? The stars were moving and forming shapes. No, they where forming words: “Destruction will hit tonight at midnight. Beware, Thomas!”

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

Leaving the motel on Highway 74 around 3:00 o’clock, Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling, her thought lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. Pulling into the garage, Marlene parked her Mercedes, brushed her hair put on fresh lipstick, before going into the house, relieved she was home when her husband and father-in-law arrived. Wanting to surprise them, she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, sat down at the counter and glanced through the mail.

Madeline stopped dead in her tracks when she saw that Gabriel’s things were gone from the room when she returned. Had he left her? She shook her head, trying to calm her anxious heart. Gabriel didn’t seem like the type that would just up and leave because she was uncertain about what she wanted. It seemed more likely that he had just moved to a different room.

His feet sunk deep into the fresh snow as he picked his way down the sidewalk, hood up, watching the crystal flakes drift past and fall onto a silent street. It was dark enough for his vision to be blocked, 5:30 at night. Malaki was out without parental permission, but he didn’t care. He was sixteen, he could make his own decisions. He was out “studying” with a few friends, if studying means partying that is. His parents should’ve been in bed when he got home but just in case Maliki would sneak in through his window. He crawled in his window, the room pitch black. He went to turn his light out but his mom had beat him there. She flicked his lights on and crossed her arms. Her husband shook his head.

Nadia stretched lazily and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She threw her comforter off her bare legs and slowly climbed out of bed. She picked up her old clock, and as she read the time, she jumped in alarm and quickly headed to the shower.

The girls peered through the window watching the worn SUV crunch down the gravel driveway. Their family has gone into town for the day, but the girls decided to stay at the cabin.

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.

Sunlight shined through the bar windows of the cell. It was quite an eerie feeling and it never went away. How sunlight shined but it was still dark no matter which corner you turn and the noises, the noises of those who are screaming for someone to get them out but no one heard them. No one ever does. There were many cells but in one cell, lying on the ground, was Clarisse McClellan.

Shelby, a 14-year-old girl woke up to the smell of pancakes on a warm fall morning. She put a sweater on and ran downstairs to find her mother cooking an appetizing breakfast. Her mother said, “What are your plans for today sweetheart?” Shelby replied with her list of chores she had planned to do. Shelby ate her pancakes and bacon, washed her plate, and then jumped in the shower. As soon as she got out of the shower, she put on her clothes and headed out the house. Before she left, she invited her friend Amanda to spend the day with her. The two girls agreed to meet at the local coffee shop in their neighborhood. While Shelby walks to the coffee shop which is 2 miles away she started feeling the urge to sing the Disney World theme song. She thought it was because she had watched a movie about Disney World the night before, so she whistled the song while she walked. Once she got there she bought a large coffee and sat with her friend Amanda, they talked about school and life. All of a sudden Shelby heard the Disney song “Hakuna Matata” playing in the coffee shop overcome and she told her friend Amanda that she loved the song. Amanda looked at her strangely and said, “Okay whatever” and then Shelby looked at Amanda strangely. Shelby said, “Don't you hear Hakuna Matata playing?” Amanda said, “What are you talking about”, “ The music don't you hear it?” “No, I don't” “Ugh, whatever let's just go to the park.” Walking to the park the girls stopped at the library to grab a book.

Flying through nighttime, I raced with my fellow ghost friend Laura on the abandoned roads.