A Short Story : A Story?

Casey was an ordinary person like everyone else in The world; all had the same dull grey eyes, the black short hair and they all had the same basic face. Everyone was the same, nobody was different. Any individual under the age of 18 went to a learning facility; each boring classroom holding 25 methodically placed desks, where each unresponsive child would sit. The teachers were all the same, they said the same repeating words that have stuck in our brains like sap on a tree.

Ana woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring in her ear. She smacked it onto the floor and pulled her pillow over her face. She groaned, school was starting, summer was over. Ana didn't mind school, she liked to learn. It was just, the bullying every year was horrible for her. She would get beaten up, and at lunch, the other kids would throw food at her. Even Ana's own sister, Ame, bullied her. Ana pushed back these thoughts and put her glasses on.

Jumping off Steve’s motorcycle, Curbie kisses her father’s cheek before running into the front door of school, literally. Groaning she picks herself up from the ground, and opens the glass door. Running in she quickly slides and gets past the incoming traffic of high school halls. Upon reaching her locker she sees the familiar brown hair head of her best friend. "Peter!" She yells reaching him and launching herself on his back. "Hello best friend." She gives him a cheeky smile while resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Mom can you please take me to the park” Lizzy asked as her mom as her mom walked into the bright colorful living room. “After I go do some stuff I can take you, now get in the car” Lizzy’s mom explained. “Mom thats boring! Why can’t I stay home?” Lizzy asked curiously. Her mom replied very fast, “You are to seven Lizzy, you are still too young. We have already had this conversation. Now get in the car.” “FINE!” Lizzy said with an attitude. They walked the car and Lizzy walked very slow trying to get on her mom’s nerves, but her mom didn’t show any sign of getting mad. They went to the grocery store and then they went to a clothing store. They spent about two hours doing stuff, and then they went home. After putting up the groceries they went back to the car and Lizzy’s mom took her to Laurel Park. Lizzy jumped out of the car and ran straight for the swings. As Lizzy’s mom walked over to a picnic table she saw an old man. His name was Robert, and he loved to take little kids to the cemetery and scare them. Lizzy’s mom knew nothing about him, but she thought he looked suspicious. She kept a close eye on Lizzy for about ten minutes, and then she pulled out a book from her purse and decided to read. When Lizzy’s mom was reading, Lizzy walked over to Robert and started talking to him. Lizzy thought Robert was going to be a nice person, and be one of her friends. They talked for about 5 minutes, and then Lizzy walked away. As her mom put the book down she yelled “Lizzy,

It was October 16, 1973, however young Vanessa Freeburg had no indication of what the date was, or even meager things such as the time or day of the week. She sat in a room as dark as outer space, with no windows, scared out of her mind. The only thing going through her head were ways to get out any way she could. Vanessa looked around the room, trying to make sense of where each wall was, and searching for a door. The only thing she could hear was the sound of a delicate whisper coming from outside the room. She knew the voice instantaneously. It was the sound of the wicked man who had deceived her into accompanying him on a treacherous disaster.

Once at the age of 7 Aundreas decided to run away after a discussion with his mom, Aundreas had wanted a vanilla pudding cup instead he got a chocolate pudding cup. His Mother Crystal had told him that if he kept hitting his pudding cup with a spoon and making a mess he would get one of his Ps2 games taken away. Aundreas stopped looking his mother in hers eyes observing the green color laced with gold as he slowly lowered his arm pushing the pudding cup over. Crystal shook her head as she sipped from her glass of water, she walked to his room grabbing his Shadow sega. Ps2 case making sure Aundreas clearly saw what she had, his eyes grew dormant with anger and boredom. Me out mom, we done he said as he walked to his room, he grabbed his bob the builder backpack as a tear when down his cheek.

The dark and thunderous sky roared and screamed as if fighting against endless chains that held its bounds. Hope sat there, slouched over on a swing at the local park, the full moon’s light reflected on her face, revealing her teary-eyed face, drenched from the tears that cascaded down the sky. Or maybe they were her tears- she didn’t know, and neither did anyone else. Maybe that was the reason of why she was here every time it rained- to escape from all the cruel deeds of the world without letting anyone know and letting the tears that were threatening to drop all day finally fall. As Hope drowned in her sorrow, Asher leaned further against the bark of the ancient mahogany tree, looking away from her eyes that held so much suffering. His heart ached every time he saw her pain-ridden face. Her eye searched across the stars, begging each one of them to borrow their light so her eyes could twinkle once again. Asher's silhouette caught her eyes and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but the fear that was radiating in her eyes wasn't really hard to catch. And as she peered closely at the mahogany tree, Asher stealthily ducked out of sight, making Allison shake her head and think it was just a part of her immense imagination, fooling her yet again… just like he had always managed to do so.

“I didn’t do it. I swear! It was those little kids. You may be wondering what I did. Why I was in a freezing cold dungeon, or possibly feeling bad for me. Well, I’ll tell you the whole thing.” I say.

All day yesterday all I could think about was Thomas. we only had chemistry together, But he didn't even look at me. Its like he's drawing me in. And now I'm sitting at the table looking down at my breakfast.

“MOLLY, MOLLY!” Molly smirked knowing this abuse wouldn't last long, she turned in her chair and faced Sydney.

“Four months isn’t a very long time. But I felt I’d met the man of my dreams.” Her eyes blurred, remembering.

I can't say how long I've stayed in the office with the laptop open before me. At least an hour ago the laptop returned to its slumber, yet my distant gaze remains on the screen as my mind berates me for my indiscretions.

It all started on a Monday afternoon when Lucy thought to take a walk down the path from her house. It was close to midnight she did not seem to get tired after all the busy days she had. Lucy lives by herself in Portland, Oregon, and Lucy lived with herself and her dog Snuffles, a small Beagle. She rang the tiny bells on his leash. He came running down the stairs. She stroked his back calmly and slid the rope over his head and around his body and Lucy tied her coat in a knot around her waist. It was the beginning of Autumn, and the leaves had just started to fall, the smell of pumpkins and freshly raked leaves. Lucy began walking as her dog followed her through the dark, narrow trail. As they were walking Lucy heard a ruffle coming from the bush, she stopped and peeked over to see what there was. A confused elder man startles Lucy as she turns around he asks what time it was she questions why he is out so late. The man responds with a loud, “What?” Lucy responds as if she was talking to a deaf man, “why are you out this late?” The elder man seems still confused Lucy sighs, and she walks away the man starts following her Lucy and her dog start to walk faster Lucy realizes that the man is following her. Lucy turns around and yells “WHAT DO YOU WANT!” The man says “You.” Lucy dashes through the trail, her dog following along her side. The dog starts barking Lucy turns her, head around to see if the man is still following her, her heart is pounding. She turns back around he

“Hey welcome to hell!” Jordan exclaimed with a grin. Mr. Alligood stared at her unamused.

Just as the sun rose the following morning, Shana stood at the patio door and stared out. Yesterday a helicopter flew over this patio trying to figure out where to land. All of this over a painting. She turned as the elevator door opened.