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.

I kept freaking out I started to cry… I tried to think fast, I put my bed in front of the door so it wouldn't be able to come inside my room. Then out of nowhere there was complete silence. I was so nervous to know what was going to happen next. Then next thing you know the restroom door open… My heart dropped, I felt weak. The fact that I couldn't get away killed me. Everything paused. I then remembered I had a knife that my dad had gave me I ran toward my drawer. Got the knife, backed up, and prepared myself for anything that could happen. She ran up too me and tried to throw me down I tried to be as strong as ever. I pushed her off, knocked her down, and I put her hands back. My mind was set to kill her, but when I had the chance I couldn't do it. I put the knife down, and the light came back on, I looked down and it was gone. It was very strange it was as if it was testing

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.

As the young woman clung to the picture a single tear rolled down her cheek. She could not believe that it had been 363 days, 4 hours and 7 minutes since the day. As she walked downstairs and plopped down on the couch covered with dust, she smelled the sharp stench of alcohol. Of course, her mom had her morning 5 shots of vodka mixed with, you don’t even want to know.

The girls peered through the window watching the worn SUV crunch down the gravel driveway. Their family has gone into town for the day, but the girls decided to stay at the cabin.

“Bet you can’t look at e house without even dying, perhaps that’s what happened to to your sister Janice.” I hear Delly saying that over and over again like a video that won’t stop replaying and as I shake my head it goes away like an echo. Delly wasn’t wrong, as we were all at the door and opened it we all were just staring at the dark shadowy room that smelled like honey, I was dying. This was the place the place where my sister died, or where she was last found, she still isn’t found because people aren’t willing to go through what she had gone to save her as few have and never got out. All of this town of Lakesville knew about the tragedy of 26th of October. Yes it was just 3 days ago and tomorrow is Halloween.

75 miles per hour. 80...85. Grave pressed on the gas. 100 miles per hour. They had to drive him into a corner. They had to keep him contained. But where?.... Grave watched the car in front of him take a left. He spoke into his radio,

It was a dreary winter night in Oceana, West Virginia. Tucked away, warmly, was a man by the name of Michael. You see, Michael was a fairly brave individual that was very rarely frightened. He was sort of a leader to his peers and those around him by showing his courage and virtue. As he lay tucked away in his comfortable bed, he heard the strange sound of footsteps in the snow outside. Dismissing it as possibly an animal or the wind, he paid no attention to it and went back to watching his television show. It was only after hearing it once more that he grew immensely curious and decided to check it out. At first, he opened his window and peered outside where he heard the strange sound from but saw that the ground was completely undisturbed. Given the fact that it was negative five degrees outside and in the middle of a two-week long snowstorm, he did not notice any sign that someone or something was outside. Once more he dismissed the sounds, closed his window, and covered back up in his warm bed.

I woke up and my body was a raging swirl of fire. I had the worst dream yet. The government would find me and my little sister. They have been after me ever since September 2089. “Why are they after me,” you ask?

Hetty brought a tortoise the day after her daughter died. Her only daughter, as it turned out. Her only daughter and her only tortoise, as it had also turned out. That was almost twenty years ago. The tortoise, Bertram, was, all these years later, still going strong. Still ambling around the house like an old man with dementia, bumping into furniture, getting lodged beneath furniture and nibbling said furniture in case it turned out to be as edible (or more edible) than it appeared. Sometimes, often in fact, he would creep up behind Hetty while she was doing the washing up or making breakfast, lunch or dinner and she was now in the habit, had been for approximately nineteen and a half years, of checking where she was putting her feet before moving away from the sink, the cooker or the kitchen surface, or anywhere else she had been standing still for longer than a couple of minutes, so as to prevent herself from feeling Bertram’s hard carapace beneath her foot, or worse, hearing the soft crunch of that carapace being crushed beneath her shoe.

I was little, I didn’t know what happened. I couldn’t save them, my parents, gone forever. If they wouldn’t of been fighting. Fighting about me, about how I couldn't live with them. How I needed a better life. Maybe they would be here. I wish I would've had a better life. Now I , Logan Kin, wish to have one, but how? I was walking to the gas station in Aspen, Colorado to see if I could possibly steal some food when something caught my eye. The sign read “Lucky Lotto 1,000,000” I didn’t really know what it meant. I was just drawn towards it. I wanted it like my desire was for a better life. I was going to get it.

A humming engine roars through the brisk morning air. Two men dressed in grey suits drive in a white car, their dress matching the dull sky. The driver has light brown hair, slicked straight back. His partner in the passenger seat sports dark hair and dark brown eyes, his short hair parted to one side.

"Please don't kill me, my daughter, she is the only thing I have, and it would break her heart If I died'', he begs.

"   Doctor Millred glanced at the grandfather clock across from Lady Carol's door. He checked his pocket watch. "Oh, my look at the time Sigmund do you think they will be delayed any farther ?"

It was the smell of smoke that was the reason I awoke on that dreadful night.The smoke was not from that of a candle nor of a fire, but rather the heavy pungent smoke from a cigarette.The unmistakable scent sent shivers racing up my spine and memories seeping into my brain.In the 25 years, I have lived only one individual I had encountered smoked strawberry cigarettes.I sat silently and pleaded that I was still dreaming, that the scent was conjured up by my imagination.And when I finally did sit up in bed I let out a blood-curdling scream.Standing in the doorway of the room watching me intently was my father.