A Short Story : A Story?

“Okay well I came here from my home, I ran away you could say. Then I met you, what is your name?”

“ I’m sorry, but I would like to know what your name is.” he said sincerely.

“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.

One day, as Scarlett sat alone in the living room, she heard a knock at the door. She wondered who it could be. Her husband was at work and she didn't know anybody else, having just moved to town. She answered the door and was surprised to see her husband. Apparently, he had finished all the work for the day and was free to leave early. He must've been working hard because he gave off a horrible smell.

All of a sudden, I heard Alice yell from upstairs. It sounded like someone got her really mad. I was worried, I didn’t know whether to check up on her, or let her solve her own problems. I knew it was best if I saw what the problem was. I sprinted up the stairs and shoved her door open to see her sitting on the floor, crying her eyes out, throwing books, but most importantly, she was holding a card that resembled something very

“So what? You tried to kidnap me?” I said. I was very scared but I tried not to show it.

“Who are you?! And what do you want here? I’ll have you know that I am Mistral Papillon, world-renowned explorer,” she said, in a striking, cold manner. I looked at them and smiled lightly.

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.

Skylar woke, startled, to the sound of the alarm clock. The one in this New York hotel was much louder than the one on her nightstand at home. She guessed it was because of the loud street noise. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead! Guess where we’re going today,” said Skylar’s mom. “Where?” Skylar responded in a half-asleep tone. “Since your afraid-of-heights father is back at home while we’re on vacation, I thought we should visit the twin towers,” her mother replied. “Really? Let’s go!” Skylar said, jumping out of bed, grabbing some clothes, and darting into the bathroom to get dressed.

“Why don’t we do this, it won’t be a problem giving you spending money each month to help. First, I want to call my wife and have her set an extra plate. After dinner, I’ll give you this month’s money before taking you home. How does that sound, Nancy?” Andrew asked, trying to sound cheerful.

“Hi, I got a call to come down here, I’m Veronica Martinez.” she said to the clerk.

“You really wanna know what I am?” he asked. Before I could respond Liam’s eyes changed from their blue color to a blood red. I bit back a scream as two snake-like fangs elongated from his mouth.

There were days where she barely thought about what happened at that party. Days where she was just Bailey doing exactly what she had always done before that fateful night. Then there were days where sometimes the smallest discrete thing would happen that would bring flashes of it before her eyes. The way someone’s hand moved or the sound of a door locking. She truly wasn’t sure how others coped with such a thing. There had been written statements saying she dragged him off, that it was something she wanted. It had been said to her so many times now that sometimes she actually started to believe it, question herself.

Today is audition day. It came so fast...and I didn’t think I was ready. I looked at my phone to see what time it was and the two words that popped up on my screen, shot chills up my spine. I was scared, shocked, and confused.

Nat pulled a stool forward and sat down, leaning forward put the cigarette up to the top of the flame, the flame lapped at the cigarette for a while until the end glowed red like the embers of the fire. Nat withdrew the cigarette from the flame, put it up to his mouth, hesitating then sighed and gently put the cigarette in between his lips. It hung downwards, as he drew in a deep breathe, allowing the smoke to fill his mouth, he gently blew out and watched the blue-grey smoke filled the air around him. “Tomorrow, during the next tide, I’ll have to go out and see if there are any survivors,” Nat sighed, “If we can find anyone maybe they’ll know of a safe place.”