A Short Story : A Story?

“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.

He stopped between us in stony silence, bent his knees deeply and, keeping with his back ramrod straight, he grabbed each of us around the middle and stood up. All three of us were surprised when Steve and I popped out of our rubber boots. Mr. Swift was as distressed as we were until he looked at the boots still in the mud and saw a reprieve for the carpet in his new car. He decided the boots were expendable. Maybe to him, but man, was I ever gonna catch heck for losing those. I can still see the tops of those black rubber boots, like four little stove pipes sticking out of the mud, and feel the sinking feeling of doom watching those boots recede into the distance as we were being carried away. How was I going to explain to Dad why I was this far from home and why I didn't I have my boots? With Mr. Swift as a witness, my story offered little room for imagination and would need to lean close to the truth.

It’s a left shoe. It’s a navy blue Converse sneaker. It’s his navy blue converse sneaker.

When he got to his house, he unlocked the door and went inside. He took off his boots and left them at the door. “We don’t want any muddy footprints in here,” he chuckled.

He sighed and began making his way up the stairs to his bedroom, bracing himself for whatever he would find. When he opened the door, he scanned the room, but only found Sock

I then replied “Wwhat?”. “Did you get the what’s his name?”? “The puppy biscuit?” “What’s in the box?”, “Oovershoes,” I said. He then looked at me with a cold stare of disdain on his face. “Couldn’t you have put them on in the store?”

He began to tug and pull on his foot but it wouldn't budge. He tried to slip off his shoe but he couldn't reach it.

of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and,

brothers were gone at school, his mom was at work, and when his dad went to work on their

Caleb made a pit stop in his parent’s room to grab a dry shirt for Marcy before he went to change. He stood in front of his bedroom and checked his cell; no missed call from Becca. Disappointed, he opened his bedroom door, flipped the light on, and closed the door behind him. His wet shirt came off over his head before he tossed it into the hamper like a basketball. A perfect shot! As he turned around, he noticed his misshaped comforter. “Uh… who’s in my bed?” he asked with eyes wide.

Pulling on her arm, Laban drags her through the dirt, her legs scratched from rocks and debris and her hair a tangled mess. She pulls away, but he is too strong and his grasp on her arm sends shooting pains up into her neck. As they approach the tent she screams, “You can’t do this! Jacob is mine, we are in love.” Shoving her inside the tent, she fell to the ground cutting her arm on the crook of her shepherd staff; blood covers her gown. Her body aches from the jostling and cut arm, but pushing herself onto her knees, she glares up at her father, “Jacob won’t accept my sister; he will rescue me, you’ll see.” Without a word Laban leaves his daughter alone on what was supposed to be her wedding night.

Wake up Jax, wake up! This was the first thing I heard before a hefty bucket of water was discarded on to me. I woke up with distraught, complaining that it was a Saturday and that I needed more sleep. I turned on my phone, noticing that the date on the screen read May 7, 2022. That was when I realized, today is going to be one of the biggest days for me. I am going to be taking both my Math and English SAT. I felt ready, yet I also had an uneasy feeling stuck inside me. I had been studying for the past 3 months, taking PSAT’s and what not. I didn’t have to go to my school to take the SAT’s for another 3 hours, so I decided, why not take a little nap before I go? JAX, IT’S 1:15 PM, YOU ARE GOING TO MISS YOUR SAT’S! “This is just a dream,” I thought, “I’m going to keep sleeping, there’s no way I slept more than 3 hours already.” Then it came, Slap!

“Where is my brush? I swear I just filled up my bottle, too! Where is everything?” Alex sighs, her frustration displayed on her face. Groaning, she turns and puts her hair into two high pigtails, her hair cascading down her shoulders, flowing like black froth. Although her hair was curly, it fell in soft waves when brushed. If she doesn’t brush her hair, soft ringlets fall down her back, cascading over her shoulders. She groans, her face scrunching up, as she walks outside with another bottle. A slight blur sounds on her right, but as she looks, it’s gone.

Pick up the pencils Jeremy!" Mrs. Martin sneered, "pick them up right now!" Enveloped in a blanket of space and darkness, Jeremy could hear nothing but the small voices inside of him, and he had no idea that his teacher was trying to speak. Unaware of everyone's presence in the room, Jeremy continued to stare at the ground and mutter to himself. Finally, Mrs. Martin lightly grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him gently. As if waking up from a bad dream, Jeremy jerked from side to side, reaching for anything that would protect him.

There were a few moments in Xia’s life that she could really pinpoint as being a fork in the road, where there was a single decision that changed everything. Turning down the expensive high school in the next state, that was one. Thinking she would be fine jumping out of a tree, only to fall and break her leg in six places, that was another. And right now, walking down the bustling street with her arms full of carrots, this was one too.