A Short Story : A Story?

Now far enough away from the night club opening, Jessie could hear the distinct sound of a woman screaming. The heart wrenching sound made her stop mid step. Cold terror washed over her as she neared the corner of the alley and peered around it. There were distinct shapes - someone on the ground writhing in pain, one cowering against the wall, and three that approached her. She heard the poor woman crying out for help and saw one of the advancing shadows reach a hand up to strike her across the face. Nausea broiled in the put of her stomach and Jessie took a cautious step in. For a moment she weighed her options - trying to decide what to do. Did she fight or did she fly? Whatever - or rather whoever she thought she saw obviously wasn't real. There was no Superman. But this woman still needed help. Jessie clung to her phone as though it was a bludgeoning weapon and dialed 911. She took a step forward - about to call out to the attackers - when another shadow landed in front of her.

“CALEB DON’T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!” I scream, louder than I have ever screamed before. I can hear it echo in my brain, and I drown out the sirens, wailing even louder than before, as they are now closer. “Help! Someone PLEASE help us!”

She forced herself to breathe slowly so she could think. How did I end up here? Why was I here? Her mind drew a blank. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember a single bloody thing. She threw everything she had left in her fading mind

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blurry object fly from her hand. A sharp pain erupted from just above my stomach.” “ I felt a warm sensation flowing from my chest. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was.” “ I turned towards Russell who began chanting, “ David’s going to die. The boy ‘s going to

I promise you." (Pg. 181) This stands out to me because Jess realizes that being scared is fine when before he believed that being scared was not fine. 3. "You're just yeller, Jesse Aarons.

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

“At least let me stay the night. I’ve traveled for days and need to rest. I will leave first thing tomorrow morning.” A moment of silent hesitation is the only reply. Nathan hears a quiet “fine” before the girl sheaths her sword in the blink of an eye. Her gloved hands hold onto the hilt of the sword, he notices, just in case. She seems to hesitate again before waving at him to follow, leading into the deep woods. It takes but a few moments to see the homely shack, smoke exiting through the makeshift

Screams filled the air. Only then did Jessie Grant realize they were his. He had been having this dream for some time, his dad’s and mom’s death. Before they boarded a cruiser when he was seventeen, his parents were his best friends, now he had nothing.

Now I imagine Jesse’s episode happening for a very specific reason. Roaming those halls alone, being the only odd one out, had finally gotten to her. Maybe she was suffocating from all the sameness.

Ayla could not believe the anguish in Kailey’s voice. All she could remember was running out the room, passing by her mom, and somehow making her way downstairs to the black leather love seat where she lay curled up into a tight ball. Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought of Kailey’s words, “Get out and stay out!” While the words stung, Ayla was more hurt and embarrassed by the fact that Kailey’s friends were witness to the actions that lead to her running away from them. All she could think of was how she felt about Kailey as she blurted out between sobs, “I hate you Kailey… I hate you!”

Frightened she broke into a dead sprint. She could hear the footsteps clomping against the cement, drawing nearer and nearer. She could hear the heavy panting of whoever it was chasing her. They were gaining on her and fast. Lauren began screaming madly “Help! Somebody help!” But no one came. She felt two firm hands grasp her arms, they pulled her down causing her to hit her head against the cement with a bang. It was gushing blood getting everywhere, all over her hair her hands, and running into her eyes. Realizing someone had attacked her Lauren began fighting viciously. Without being able to see due to the blood her aim was off and she was causing little damage to her attacker.

“ Yeah. Just a few bruises, probably. “ Mya stood up “And remind me not to run ever again.” Farren laughs. “ Okay. I'll try to remember. “ They continued to walk. The city was more devastating than Mya had imagined. There were almost new buildings that were still standing, and there were skeletons in what seemed everywhere. It made her realize how horrible

Shocked, Jocelyn could feel her head turning. The pain was reaching for her. She couldn’t bear it and with that, she hit the ground on the hard wooden floor of the hallway, and all she could remember was the crashing thud against the floor.

“BANG!” The hitting and kicking stopped, but I heard ringing and profanities. I looked up to see Twisted and Sick on the floor bleeding out, I heard muffled heavy breathing and words. I tried to get up, but the pain and the ringing hit me like I truck. I saw Gray rushing to my side saying something, I couldn’t hear. I could also see Jax getting off the phone and holding off Colt and Zack, who were screaming, while Nate was holding off Josh who was crying. Nate and Jax looked in pain trying to hold off them, not physically, but mentally and