A Short Story : A Story?

My eyes open. A crisp, cold wind blows through my my window and hits my face.The whistle of the fall air flows through one ear and out the other. It was quiet. The sound of nothingness was fiercely stopped by the blaring on my alarm clock. October 13, 2015, at 9:30 AM, I roll over and hit my alarm clock, The repetitive sound disappears. I throw my sheets to the side and step onto the cold wooden floor. I grab a pair of

The evening was ominous and gray. The cold wind blew softly, and carried a heavy scent of blood through the streets. A loud intense screech pierced the ears of its listener, leaving the body trembling in fear.

It was 2:00 AM and I was working 3rd shift that night, it was lonely and dark. I was the only one here. As I sat in silence the phone rang I picked it up not expecting anyone to be calling because I haven’t had a call in years. When I picked up the phone all I hear is a deep soft whispering, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Every second the whispering got louder and louder until there was a high pitch screaming. I slammed the phone down on the receiver with a rush of adrenaline. My heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to burst, (the reader takes a deep breath to build suspense) agin I sit in silence, waiting for something to happen. I was so paranoid I didn’t know what to do, my mind was racing, do I leave or do I

"A m-man" he stammered "A head with no body!" He felt like someone was suffocating him.

I could hear it, in the of sound of his voice. The disappointment, a tone where he knew I wouldn’t be fine. He knew I could not be fine, where I would worry endlessly until I knew if it had happened or accepted what had happened. Every dialtone felt like hell, I was filled with uncertainty after I dialed my mother 's number, but the call never went fully

Only the sheer lack of air in my lungs forced me stop and lean against the trunk of an old oak. My back scraped the tree as I let my weight pull me, finally plopping into a pile of soft rotting leaves. I checked my watch and looked around. Despite it being almost noon, the meadow was dark and silent; the shadows were like an adjunct that danced and took quasi forms that made me jump from time to time. Glancing upward I realized the sun had been completely obfuscated by the leaves. They seemed to form an aegis; like they were protecting me from the dangers of the world outside its cover. As I stretched out I felt myself becoming effete, my limbs beginning to feel as if they weighed a ton. I needed to head home. I had been apprised by my mother not to be late, but a few more minutes of peace and quiet couldn’t hurt, could it? After a minute or two of fighting to stay awake, I finally gave in to the heaviness of my eyelids and allowed myself to slip into a light sleep. It was still daylight when I awoke to the sharp snap of a twig a few feet behind me. I groggily rubbed my eyes and peeked around the side of the trunk. I heard footsteps approaching, but there was no one in

At 6:00 A.M. on that oddly warm December morning the melody of my phone’s ringtone began to resonate through my bedroom, stirring me from my sleepy state. I do not quite remember answering the phone call, in fact, much of that morning was a blur of images and sounds in my mind. However, I do remember my irregular, strangled breathing as I attempted to dress with clothes I had found crumpled on the wooden floor of my room. Soon, I found myself in a car filled with maddening silence. The car ride was so quiet

“Mandy, you met her at the faculty awards. She’s planning a trek up Mount Elbrus next year.”

Blake held Kevin steady as they walked towards the hallway’s sitting area. Two off-duty Guards sat next to one another and sipped coffee. They looked fuzzy. Super duper fuzzy. Like vibrating dolls.

Athena was terrified. It was almost as if the wind was screaming at her as she was walking into the Forest. She was only going to take a few steps into the Forest. At least that’s whatshe thought. Athena could feel her heart beating in her chest so fast that she thought for a moment it was going to fly out. Slowly, she turned around, prepared to go back to her best friend. As soon as Athena turned around, the only thing she saw was shadowy trees, surrounding her, almost as if they were going to kill her.

On a bright sunny day in the middle of summer I woke up wrapped in my warm fluffy blanket with a dog. With my mom saying, “Austin wake up your cousin will be coming visiting us.”

They stepped out into the cold December air, heading back to the bridge that they slept underneath. ‘Home’ as Ana so fondly put it. On their way, Ed saw that the deep blue Mercedes Benz was gone from its parking spot. “It must have been a half day for him”, Ed thought to himself. The two kept on walking, arm in arm. “So, what now?” Ana asked. “It’s only four o’clock.” As if on cue, the Mercedes Benz came ripping around the corner, heading right for Ana. Ed barely could blink before the squeal of brakes and Ana’s scream both registered in his brain. Ed could barely recall what happened next, but he remembered seeing Ana face down on the pavement, and watching the young programmer get out of his car, looking dazed. Later he learned that the man had to rush home to get a data storage device that he hadn’t brought to work that morning. There were probably more technical words that he used to describe it later on, but Ed wasn’t focused on that in the moment. In the moment, he grabbed the boy by the arm and screamed at him to call an ambulance.

Rather than answer, Jacob said, “What I meant was that I wish I didn’t know what I was going to do today. I always know what I have to look forward to, and it isn’t much. Practically nothing in fact.”

He stood in the middle of a small, family-run farm, on the 29th March 1902, something that would be no problem for anyone else, except for the small detail that he was born in 1999 of course. The place around him were people chattering, making plenty of noise, but he focused on the girl sitting in front of him, as she smiled warmly at him. Somehow or other in just a matter of weeks he had managed to travel back in time, in the past that would’ve seemed like a storybook tale, but it wasn’t, it was reality.

It was a dark and lonely night in the small country town. Not a sound could be heard for miles except for the sound of the creaking windmill in Big Papa’s farmyard.