A Short Story : A Story?

Single golden leaf pirouetted down an invisible spiral of breeze, spinning through the air as it let itself be carried down. It blew past my face and landed lightly on the ground, the shiny, vibrant color standing out against the cold, emotionless cement. It was already dusk, I watched as the light drains away until there is barely enough even for shadows. Whether I like it or not, the darkness was arriving, and under it everything in this silent city is hidden.

The girl, laying in her warm bed, was staring. She was staring up at the ceiling, this happened every night, a bed was supposed to give comfort yet it makes her anxious. She had only moved to her new house in a secluded part of her neighborhood, and only a week in strange things started to occur. Something was here and it wasn’t playing games, she knew it wasn’t after the first incident with *it.* The girl had finally moved everything into her house, exhausted from the work and doing it alone. She had gone upstairs to her bedroom yet the door wouldn’t open. It was a narrow hallway, and it seemed that every door in the hallway had locked themselves. Of course, it wouldn’t have freaked her out as much if it weren’t for the door that closes off the hallway from the stairs had also locked as well. She had been trapped, she couldn’t do anything but wait to see if someone would come over but they never came.

Susan was a petite young woman with a meek exterior and a raging fire inside. It was a fire of excitement, of adrenaline and thrill seeking. Today, she sought to feed that fire. There was a rock wall, located in a sprawling state park, that boasted to be one of the most dangerous in the state. It ran along a powerful water fall and was not for the faint of heart. One might be surprised, by looking at her, that she would attempt such a thing. But she had conquered white rapids and triathlons, and today she would conquer this.

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.

Nancy woke up with pain in her back. She couldn’t remember anything from last night she got that drunk she thought. She found it odd how when she went to the bathroom there was a mark on her back. When she was getting ready for school she checked to see if the mark was still there. It was not.

“Where is my brush? I swear I just filled up my bottle, too! Where is everything?” Alex sighs, her frustration displayed on her face. Groaning, she turns and puts her hair into two high pigtails, her hair cascading down her shoulders, flowing like black froth. Although her hair was curly, it fell in soft waves when brushed. If she doesn’t brush her hair, soft ringlets fall down her back, cascading over her shoulders. She groans, her face scrunching up, as she walks outside with another bottle. A slight blur sounds on her right, but as she looks, it’s gone.

It has now been a year since Lilly’s and Williams wedding and for William it had been the best year of his life. Every day he loved Lilly more and more, and it seemed as if now that Damien was gone, they would be able to live out their happily ever after. As the rain taped agents the palace window, and the birds sang sweet songs of joy, William awoke knowing today was going to be a wonderful day. It was his birthday and Lilly always got him the best gifts. He couldn’t wait to open whatever she had gotten him this year. He looked over and noticed that Lilly was still asleep, so he quietly tip toed over to the closet where she had been hiding his gift, “all I need is one peak,” he Said to himself as he grabbed the neatly wrapped box from the top of the dresser, but before he could even remove the bow he felt a tap on his shoulder.

As I returned from my walk I hear voices, her voice seemed different; like she was relaxed and happy for once. I slammed the door open,”What are you doing,” I screamed. While grabbing the first thing I could find, two glass bottles, and stormed over to Van and whatever her name is.”You should learn that I always get my way. Be quiet and don’t fight me. You will be fine if you do what I tell you to do when I tell you.”I lifted up the first bottle and struck her first, but as it shattered over her head I heard a shriek of a high pitched noise right before she passed out. I stumbled back, stunned that such a horrid noise could come from such a small being. I just stared at her; she looked sad, but what did I care, this was fun. I picked up the other bottle and started to walk towards Van, he just looked at me and said,”Please no, please.” He was out within seconds of being hit.

I quickly unpacked the few things I had and laid them on the bed. I walked around the room, seeing if there was anything special about it. There wasn't much, but it was enough. The bottom trim was lined with cheap gold. The bathroom door was covered in hand-painted lilies. I walked over and admired the intricate designs. I opened the door and walked in. It was just a bathroom. Shower, toilet, sink. It was all there. Simple. Their entire house was. My house was a mess of old paintings and stains on the wall, reminding me of my childhood. On the back of my old room door was two hand prints. Exal and me. I realized I was staring into the simplicity and snapped back. Just as I was heading back into reality the door creaked open. "Hey." I looked over my shoulder expecting Exal. Her mom was standing there instead. "Um, hi." I knew she could hear the slight disappointment in my voice. " Listen, I know it's hard now, but it'll be okay eventually." I didn't know how to respond. "That's what you say, but it doesn't feel like it at all." I whispered it through hard breathing. It seemed as if we had an understanding, so we stood in silence for a few moments. "If you need to talk, about anything, let me know." Her words were soothing and I nodded as she left.

Wind brushed her hair softly as the smell of the sea gave a nice aroma in the air. The girl looked down angrily as her mom placed her bags in the soft sand. “Mom, you cannot seriously let me stay a month at the unknowns of the sea with these people! I don’t even know them!”, the girl cried, her voice a bit shaky from anger she kept inside. The mother shot a glance at her daughter after waving to the nice people who offered to take her daughter on a free trip to the beach, “You know Cassie”. The girl with red grape like hair looked back over at the other girl and her family, they were about four years apart in age difference and had hardly ever talked since bumping into each other at a school trip. “Mom, I don’t know her. I know her name but that’s it! C’mon let me go back home with you and dad!”, the troubled teenager pleaded as she reluctantly followed her mother towards the others.

Jason was strolling down the gloomy back street, its walls dark and menacing. He had trekked this path many times, but this time it got him on edge. He felt as if he was trapped by the massive buildings around him. The faint smell of dust covered him as he walked down this dusty and aged street. He emerged from the dark and gloomy street to be blinded by the intense light of the sun. Noise of the busy people bustling around him surrounded his ear. He turned to follow the main stream of people, his grey eyes scanning the crowds as he walked to try to find his friends. Spotting them, he barged his way through the crowds to get to them. A random person barged into him knocking his leg, then with searing pain, his leg flared. He searched his leg to find the source of pain and found his chip digging into him causing blood to pour out. Thinking to himself he wondered what these chips were even for. He looked up to see the massive buildings create what seemed to be walls surrounding him, leaning over him. Everyone around him seemed so cheerful, yet he couldn’t see how they could be in such as desolate place, they all seemed to be oblivious.

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

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.

Darkness, then light, the sound of the radio downstairs and the the soft beep of my alarm clock. I don’t bother pushing snooze. I’m tired from staying up till 2:00am to study, but I don’t have time to waste. I climb out of bed, walk, half awake to the bathroom to get changed and brush my teeth. I slowly walk down the stairs , the smell of bacon and eggs luring me towards the kitchen. At the table sat my mom, browsing through her facebook status. She barely noticed me when I walked in the room.

Moving around on the bench as if trying to get comfortable before she spoke, Marlene said, “What I’m going to say will probably make you laugh. Please don’t.”