A Short Story : A Story?

Ninety degrees and humid. Humid enough to feel moisture coating everything, feeling sticky hands clinging to hair and damp clothes. The air, thick with scents of spilled garbage festering in the heat, exhaust from cars working double to keep their interiors cool, tantalizing odors floating from nearby pizzerias, the oily smell of hot asphalt blistering under the relentless sun. Very few people brave the heat, and the few that do move in a sluggish manner. Except for a pair of girls that would appear insane to any onlookers.

I woke up to a radiant ray of sunshine gleaming in my eyes that was peeking through the sand colored curtains. I wiped my groggy eyes and dragged myself into the bathroom and started the shower. Capering in to the shower, the cold water splashed against my face. It felt like sharp icicles being thrown at me, I think to myself, well at least you are awake now. I begin my shower now that the water has increased in temperature. As I wash my body with my pink loofah and my peppermint lavender soap I came a across a bump on my abdomen that I have never observed before. The bump was equivalent to the size of golfball and when I touched it I got a fiery sensation like a hot knife was stabbing me. I rushed out of the shower to tell my mother. As I was telling her the news she had a peculiar face. My mother had no hesitation, she practically carried me in to the vehicle.

Flo opened her eyes, there was a slight sting from all the bright colors and lights around her. She couldn’t hear anything or feel anything either. There were these doctors around her, Creed was crying, telling her that it's going to be alright, telling her that she shouldn't worry. She was being rushed into immediate surgery. She felt nothing, only remembering what had happened the night before… what she had done. How could this have happened? What was I thinking? The doctors put her on the exam table and hooked her up to the machine, a few seconds later...everything went black.

“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.

- Noah? - Huh? Please tell me what happened on the day you left Clara's house. I want to know why you locked her in her room.

The water is still and calm. Most days the water is chaotic and bitter. Crashing into the rotting pier. Today I walk out on the pier alone, but a few weeks ago I would have been with my best friend. Practically my sister, but since the accident I’ve been more alone than ever. She was hit by a car. That day Sophia convinced me that we needed to go shopping. Normally I wouldn’t say yes, but today was a good day. My mom finally was going to let me go to Chicago without parent supervision. Sophia was going to take me. We were walking in the crosswalk on the road to get to the new store across the street. Sophia was ahead of me so I yell out

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.

Once upon a time, there was a young, wealthy girl named Rose More. It was close to midnight, and she still couldn’t sleep so she woke up, went outside, and began walking through her neighborhood. A little while later, a small house caught her attention, and there was an old, wretched woman staring at her through the window the whole time. Terrified, she tried looking away, but she couldn’t help but look at her. She didn’t want to ask her who she is but it just rolled off her tongue.

“ I dare you!” Noel said as she smirked. “NO!” Karina screamed with a voice so loud she woke the dead. I was just standing there shivering in fear trying my hardest not to run. You could tell that Karina was trying so hard to say no, she wanted to say yes so badly. I made it easier, and said “If we all go will you?”. She turned to look at me and said with a skittish face, and said “Yeah.” The next evening we all met at my shed and we got the supplies we needed for the nights stay at the haunted house!

The dawning of sunlight hit the half's face faster than desired, nor anticipated. Jazz threw her pillow at her little brother's face. Instinctively, the halfa shot up and stood up in a defensive stance. Realizing it was not a ghost, he relaxed.

“Draco, I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal about this,” Pansy complained. “I’m cheer captain, it just makes sense that I congratulate the guy who scored the winning touchdown!”

The cold thin air from the November sky had left a lot to be desired. The weak winds had left a reminder of the time of year the people here knew all too well; winter was fast approaching in Erie. Even though she’d often rescinded the idea of using it, Cleo had used the commuter bus as it was the only option she had.

Cander is calm now. As he walks closer the reflection from the door impairs his vision. He keeps walking closer and the lights only get brighter. Cander shields his eyes as if he were looking at the sun.

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

"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?"