A Short Story : A Story?

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

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.

It started when she was five and it has never ended since. Her mother, a woman of plants, came to her with the dirt on her shorts from the mums she’d worked with. Her long brown hair pulled back into a bun with small streaks of blonde. The mother checked in at the daycare’s desk. Mom’s here.

"Wait. You knew him? Personally?" Liz fights the urge to smile as the radio buzzes to life in the background, the sound of a smooth voice echoing through the silent room. All eyes are on her-- but she hardly notices, or cares. She remembers the moments, those unforgiving moments that began in Washington D.C, and lead to near human extinction.

Joan leaned down, pressing one hand to Alis’s upper chest and her ear close to Alis’s mouth. She heard strong breath sounds and no crackling. “She’s breathing well.”

Madeline stared out of the window of the jet as Egypt disappeared beneath the clouds. It had definitely been a trip to remember, that was for sure. She almost didn’t want to go home. If they stayed in Egypt, she could pretend a little while longer that she and Gabe could have a life together.

It was a perfect day to be outside. No breeze to blow clouds in front of the sun that was making my brother and I faces bead with sweat as we hopped out of his SUV. The drive through the gravel backroads was harsh. We were bouncing everywhere because he needed to replace his shocks on his red 4 runner.

I followed Michael into the first room we saw in the upstairs hallway. As we walked closer, a threatening sight came into view. Gabby, looking more distressed and panicked than I had ever seen someone before, was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back and a gag wrapped around her mouth. Once I looked at her close enough, I could tell that she was trying to speak through the cloth. She then looked at Michael, her eyes begging for him to help.

There once was a beautiful baby that lived with her parents who had just enough money to pay the lease and feed the family. One day, a man named Cole snuck into their home and stole the majority of their family's cash and assets. He then strolled into the girl's room and saw her resting in her bed and grabbed her. He held his hand over Victoria's mouth and escaped the house inconspicuous. Once they reached the grounds, he saw her name on the pajamas her mother had sewn for her. It spelled "Victoria”. They got into the man's car and headed out to his home at 1307 Gallard Street. A woman was sitting tight for him in the lounge. "Hello girl, did you get the-what the?" She said as she walked to see a sack of things and a little girl. "Look I'm sorry, but you said you wanted a child and well, voila." Cole tried to account for himself without burrowing his grave while doing it. Cole’s wife Emma was stunned, unable talk or think of anything really. Emma was unable to have children, however; she took Victoria out of Cole's hands and took a good look at her. She saw the child's pajamas, "Victoria? Well, it sounds pretty." "I believe that is her name." Cole clarified putting his arm around Emma. She gazed toward Cole and let him know, "We can at long last be a family, however, we have to go. They will search for her in the morning." "I already planned ahead hun, we simply need to pack up. The car is prepared whenever you're ready to go." That morning they went out bringing

For Jeongguk, the crash came before even exchanging words. The lithe frame and raging hair as red as poppies leaving his buzzed senses clipped. Burned to the very bottom of the wick while dazedly staring. Bubbly giggles and too much cotton candy leaving the tongue sugary sweet and pillowy plush catches his attention.

“We have a few questions and want you to come down to the station and answer them,” he said without a hint of trouble in his voice.

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

The scrumptious smell of his requested Bagel-Bites filled his lungs as he entered their kitchen. The elated feeling in his stomach went away quickly as he saw his mother leaning on the counter, crying into her hands.

In an alleyway riddled with trash laid a man barely conscious of the world. Beneath his back, seeping all around him was his life. Reaching his bloody fingers up to trace the edges of a nonexistent face. " Serenity," he rasped. "Serenity," he rasped again.

It was a sunny day meaning only the main street lights had to be on during the day. Sarah Gamble was outside drawing messages in the mud when her mom called her inside. “Wipe your feet and help me clean up for our guests. They’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.” Sarah had heard about her cousin Travis, but had only imagined the details of his personality. She dreamed of a strawberry blonde with cute freckles and a goofy smile. A boy with an imaginative brain and an adventurous spirit just like her.