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.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe”’ my father hollered up the stairs, “Its for you. Its Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

My bedroom door was shut, which was odd because I always kept it open to make my apartment cold because it had the only window in the place. I got up, abandoning my position at my threadbare couch, from the thrift shop downtown, stumbling over the bump in the carpet that’s been there for what seems like centuries. I pushed on my door, which was trapped against something. I slammed my weight against the thin, wooden door which broke on contact. The first thing I saw where Nancy’s eyes staring blankly at me. She had clumsily tied an extension cord around her neck which had bruised purple and blue along where the cord stretched. I sighed, crouched down and phoned the police, and resumed my position on the couch. Again, I was escorted to a police car but the seat was not as comfortable as I had remembered. The car was dark and musty, reminiscent of the dark alleyways I skirted every night. I was put in a cell, but I did not know why, I had not killed Kelly. She was pushed to the part of my brain where I never let myself go, the one with Daddy and Mama. The jail looked a lot like the one I had to go into with Mama to look the murderer in his eyes, but while I had been expecting anger and hatred, I got tear-filled, sad eyes as he pounded on the glass divide, separating my Mama and I from the person that killed my dad. I heard

With smoke coming out from the hood of the car, everyone panicked thinking the car was about to go into flames; like in a movie. The doors were locked, on top of that they weren’t opening. When my brother was about to smash open one of the windows, my mom opened her door and we all ran out. At that moment my whole

I was awoken in the middle of the night by loud knocking at the door. Mom turned the lights on and dad suspiciously opened the door. I saw the silhouette of two workers standing there. One handed him a paper and the other gave him a flashlight and batteries. Dad thanked them and they left, moving down to the next room. I watched him as he read the paper, furrowing his eyebrows together before handing it to my mom. She read it with a horrified look. All she could muster out was, “Oh my god,” before setting the paper down. “Let me see it,” Chelsea demanded, sitting up. I leaned over and read it with

The wind whistled through the dark night as I waited for my mom’s car to pull into the school parking lot. Soon, it was just me under the glow of the gym door light. I called my mom. No answer. After dialing his number, my dad’s voice came across my phone saying he would be there in a few minutes. Eventually I was climbing into the truck covered in concrete dust, evidence of my dad’s long day at work.

There was so much blood, but I knew my main focus was to keep him awake. He kept saying, “Mommy can we go inside? I want to go to sleep”, “No baby we have to wait out here for the ambulance. They have to take you to the hospital”, I replied. I started asking him questions about the party, trying to keep him engaged and awake. My eyes ran over his body. He had been dragged twenty-eight feet on the pavement. The right side of his torso was covered in road rash. Pebbles were imbedded in his armpit. The left side of his scalp had been peeled back to the back of his head, exposing his skull exposed. I started to ask questions about what happened. One of the parents explained that an eleven year old and twelve year old were driving the golf cart. When the child hit Kody, instead of stopping he accelerated. Kody’s body folded and he was dragged down the street. One of the fathers were finally able to get the boy to stop and that’s when the other fathers came to pick the golf cart

It turned a joyful kid into a women forever haunted by her everlasting past. I recollect me crying into the nothingness. No one present there to help me. No one recognizes what he did. I can't point the finger at them, he's my own cousin, I wouldn't presume it either…

I told her what had happened except for the whole shovel, secret door thing. But, I mentioned something about Claire and a stalker. She had no clue what I was talking about. We finally said our goodbyes and both left without another word. Later that night I came home both my parents stood in front of me with surprised faces on their face. “Where have you been” “Just out,” I replied “well it’s nice to see you up on your feet again” dad said I rolled my eyes and set for upstairs. “And where do you think you're going young lady, you have been stuck up in your room for weeks can’t we see our daughter,” my dad yelled, “My friend just was murdered what do you expect!” I left without another word and, I slammed my bedroom door.

“Mom? Mom are you ok?” I asked starting to cry. The front window was broken, but I don’t know why my mom didn’t answer me. Two men ran up to the car and pushed their faces against the window. I had no idea who these people were. I was full out crying and my mom wouldn’t talk.

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.

The world was as normal as it had always have been and nothing was out of the ordinary. Jason had finally achieve his dream of being a detective who brings murders to justice. He always wanted to prove to himself that one day, he would be the one to bring justice. However, there were some issues with his health that held him from being put out in the field, but all he care about was his dream to care about anything else. He had recurring problem that held him back from doing the thing he always wanted to do, his one meaning in his life, his job, but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

Gavin hands me a cup with a lid,wrote on a piece of tape says ‘Gavin A.’ “Well if this doesn't work let me know,I’m next door after all” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for your...um...contribution...” He blushes and touches the spot where I kissed him. “It's no problem.I mean it's our duty to society,so what do I do now?” “Well I was about to go to the store...so I guess leave maybe?” He gives me a hug, turns to leave but stops “Hey if you ever need a friend I do live next door so maybe if it's OK with you,we can have lunch sometime?”I nod,smiling,he leaves. I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I take down my braids.My brown hair is a mess,it's wild and untamed. It's curly because the braids I had in earlier. My blue eyes become an ocean as I began to sob thinking about my family. I turn on the shower.

The top of the Notre Dame bell tower was chilly now, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon hours ago. Madeline gazed out at the city, enjoying the stillness. Paris was quiet tonight, a rare occurrence in a huge city like this. She sighed, leaning against the cool stone. This night reminded her of the one several months ago when she had seen Gabe for the first time. Little had she known then that she had just met the love of her life. Monique had been right all along.

with tears in my eyes I left with my black hoodie, phone, headphones and a screwdriver in back pocket. I peeked into the hallway. I looked to my right. My grandparents’ door was closed as usual. I looked to my left. The light under the bathroom door illuminated the dark hallway. The shadow is large a list names go off in my head. When I hear the shower water go on, I know who exactly is in there. “Jorge.” I whispered to myself. I look a bit further to the left. The pitch black doorway to my parent’s room was darker than usual like a black hole only allowing my father’s loud snores escape. I tipped-toed into the livingroom. I passed by Jorge’s mattress and walked to the front door. I gripped the doorknob and realized the front door could give away my location to my sleeping family with its creakiness. I retreat backwards into the kitchen’s light. I felt the butterflies in my stomach find their way to my throat. I had no idea what I was going to do. I plug in my headphones and played my NiteTimezJamz3 Playlist to help me relax. I quickly braided my hair and stuffed into my hoodie. I quickly but quietly made my way towards the backyard.