A Short Story : A Story?

We finally found our way out of the corn field and continued our journey on a gravel road. We followed the road all the way out of the corn field and continued our journey on a gravel road. We followed the road up to an old house. The closer we got, the house looked even worse. Right before we knocked on the door, I could’ve sworn I heard someone whisper, “Go, before it’s too late.” This made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and made me very numb. With my hand in a fist, prepared to knock, I was frozen in fear. Gracie looked

“I am so sorry,” a stream of red carried my apology to him. “I didn’t know that you would….” I trembled. “That we would…” Our memories shattered against the stretch of diminishing breath. “You need to go. You’re running out of time.”

Damian had walked over and pick me up putting me over his shoulder, I was recoiling, but I hadn't the power to yell, I still felt a little faintness. “Do I have to carry you too?" Damian said with an eyebrow up, like he knew what his answer was already. My brother shake his head no and said “I’ll go, you don't have to worry." Out the door we all went, we went through the lobby and downstairs. Everything was silent and clean, different from the room we were just in. The chill air had gone away by now, but I tell you what, it felt even more dangerous than it did before. It was a calm night like it was intended for just Lucas and me. We went pass the entrance door and out to the field of grass, by this period I had stop recoiling. There was a nice breeze in the air, the moon shining down on us like giving us a path to walk.

She made one more attempt at conversation. “I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave.” Remembering her manners, she added, “Please. You might have died here, but you don’t belong here any longer. It’s time for you to move on. Do you see a bright light anywhere? If you do, you need to walk into the light. Your loved ones will be waiting for you there.”

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.

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.

"Most people here either speak Hebrew or Kratonish. They are the two most common languages in the universe."

Her grandmother knew she wouldn’t come to the door because, assuming she was asleep, whenever she tried to rouse her awake she’d never answer.

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

“Adrien, I’d like for you to read the Bible, Matthew 7:15 tomorrow in the morning.” The teacher spoke strictly, her eyes shut but her stick pointing towards the empty seat where Adrien would usually sit.

They stepped out into the cold December air, heading back to the bridge that they slept underneath. ‘Home’ as Ana so fondly put it. On their way, Ed saw that the deep blue Mercedes Benz was gone from its parking spot. “It must have been a half day for him”, Ed thought to himself. The two kept on walking, arm in arm. “So, what now?” Ana asked. “It’s only four o’clock.” As if on cue, the Mercedes Benz came ripping around the corner, heading right for Ana. Ed barely could blink before the squeal of brakes and Ana’s scream both registered in his brain. Ed could barely recall what happened next, but he remembered seeing Ana face down on the pavement, and watching the young programmer get out of his car, looking dazed. Later he learned that the man had to rush home to get a data storage device that he hadn’t brought to work that morning. There were probably more technical words that he used to describe it later on, but Ed wasn’t focused on that in the moment. In the moment, he grabbed the boy by the arm and screamed at him to call an ambulance.

Rather than answer, Jacob said, “What I meant was that I wish I didn’t know what I was going to do today. I always know what I have to look forward to, and it isn’t much. Practically nothing in fact.”

Sparks flickered into the darkness of the night sky as the trio sat around the fire watching the embers glow. Their hunger satisfied thanks to Amanda and Maggie’s success. The overall mood palatably more relaxed than the previous night. Relaxed enough Maggie felt comfortable enough to pull out a joint from her pocket. Shannon might’ve forced them to give up their packs and supplies at the beginning of this adventures but that didn’t mean she was willing to give up her herb.

‘He was pushing the bushes and tree branches to the side, making his way through the cold and dark forest.’ Said grandma Lizzie.

It was 9:00 PM, and I was by myself. The house was dark and looming, as I stayed in my room reading. An eerie creaking sound of the house settling filled the air, but was settling the explanation? I crept slowly into the hall, step by step, and made my way downstairs. When I got to the stairs I heard a crash from below. I thought, “Is there an intruder in my house?”