A Short Story : A Story?

I was four years old when my sister, Sarah, was born. I was five when she died.

Doctor Pax laughed and jumped to the ground. He landed on a dense layer of leaves which softened his fall.

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.

“Have you ever thought about using a gun?” McCree asked as they sat on the deck. Gabriel sat on top of a storage container watching the two as they practiced. Genji had his full gear on as he watched Jesse spinning his peacemaker on his finger. He wanted to throw a shuriken and knock it off him, but he knew how well that would go over.

The city was ablaze with activity. People walked to and fro, too absorbed in their own lives to pay Blake any attention. He certainly did not mind. He strolled down the streets steadily.

Meg took a deep breath and allowed herself to appear in front of what had seemed a million cameras and microphones. She turned around to see Preston giving her an encouraging look. She kept walking toward the podium. There she was greeted by Linda, the White House Press Secretary. She gave a convincing smile, then quickly walked over to the side where Preston was. Meg forced herself to look at the reporters, then began what she thought seemed to be the worst idea that she has ever thought of. She thought to herself, Just get this over with Meg, nothing will go bad because Preston, Linda, and your agents were all right by her side. Besides, the FBI would stop her anyways if she wasn’t supposed to answer anything. She smiled and then started to speak.

Just as the sun rose the following morning, Shana stood at the patio door and stared out. Yesterday a helicopter flew over this patio trying to figure out where to land. All of this over a painting. She turned as the elevator door opened.

“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.

All of James' life he thought that he was just a simple man and that he would die, perfectly ordinary, in his small village. For 18 years he had lived life as it came to him, growing up in Thornwood. His life was peaceful and dull. Every day since he was young he gathered edibles and alchemy ingredients from the forest, to be sold at a small price. It was an easy job that he was good enough at, but for a long time, he had held a secret dream, to leave this place. If only he had more money, more power, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Now Sar--Gwen, my mother said as soon as Ben walked into the room. "I want you to remember not to be out too late tonight; it's a school night, remember. And did you give me Chia's number?"

Kissing the driver good-bye, Marlene exited the Malibu and waltzed across the parking lot. The raven-haired beauty with a taste for the finer things in life, unlocked the Mercedes parked in the doctor’s parking lot. Driving out onto Imperial Highway to Highway 74, her thoughts lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. On the way home, Marlene drove fast to get there ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Entering the garage without seeing Jerry’s car, she smiled. Marlene went into the house, made a fresh pot of coffee, and glanced through the mail while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.

Shadows twirling, twisting, enveloping it’s all I see they’re surrounding me, choking me it’s dark I can’t see anything not like anything was there in the first place. I try to speak but I hear nothing. But I see a glowing in the distance like a candle but this was different it was eyes glowing eyes not blinking just staring it made me uneasy and a little nauseous. these eyes piercing the fog, peering into my soul this formless being filling me with dread like i’ve never felt, it took a step I felt as though the ground shook and with each step I felt worse and worse like I was dying I screamed but yet again no sound but I did hear.

At that time my alarm rang telling me it was time to go to the hospital

“Dammit Johnny get back here!” roared the angry voice of my so called “father”. All I did was a knocked a box of cereal offa the damn kitchen shelf. That honestly is barely a shelf it’s an uneven piece of wood my mother tried to put up as she was drunk. Our house used to be nice, it was clean and used to look neat. Now it’s a pigsty and nothin’ in here ever looks like a real house, it might as well be an abandoned one. There’s constantly dirty bowls and plates in the sink, beer bottles everywhere, everything is filthy.

Turning over in bed, I blinked sleepily at the clock next to me. It read 2:37 am. I stumbled out of bed and made my way towards my bedroom door. The sound of squeaking hinges could be heard as I slowly pulled open the door. My footsteps were drowned out by the sound of a voice coming from down the hall. A faint light was coming from the small gap beneath my brother’s door. Being the curious nine year old little girl I was, I turned and started walking towards my brother’s room. I felt both nervous and confused due to the fact that it was so early in the morning. The voice grew louder with every hearting racing step I took. My throat grew tighter as I reached for the silver doorknob. The door squeaked as I pushed it open, just enough to poke my head in and see who he was talking to. I saw my brother sitting there, alone, talking to noone but himself. I could see his phone on the dresser next to the bed. I began to question many things in my head.