A Short Story : A Story?

A chill shivered down Hannah’s spine as she proceeded through the rusty old withered gates of the cemetery and walked towards Anthony’s grave. With the sun was tucked away behind the grey clouds and black sky that over hung over, it seemed to be that days like this were always darker than the rest. As the overgrown weeds brushed past her legs, Hannah shuffled up to Anthony’s grave and placed a bunch of red magnolias beneath his moss and lichen grown tombstone. While placing the flowers down, she stood with the look as though a terrible weight was piled onto her shoulders. Whispering “Happy Birthday Anthony” into the grey sky, a single drop of pain welled up from the corner of Hannah’s eyes before the lump in her though began to engulf her

Her mind grew fuzzy when she stared into her father's eyes, “Barry.” Was the only thing she could bring herself to muster out when she heard that Cisco had succeeded in bring him back home, back to Central City with her, where he belonged. The Iris West he had fallen in love with, was she still that same person? She tired to do what he told her too. She tried to keep running, never stopping to look back and in the process she lost a part of herself. She put up walls, never allowing the others see her mourn for the man she had lost to the speed force, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was changeling trying to convince everyone around her she wa fin when she wasn’t really fine. She feared at any given moment she would lose what little composer she had, crumbling to the floor in a pool of tears and heartache. She might not have been the Iris that he had fallen in love with all those years ago, but hopefully with help from him she could pick up the broken pieces of herself, putting them back together the best she could. So she could somewhat resemble the woman he once knew.

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

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.

A few months ago, my old school was going through its normal routine. The sky was clear blue like aquamarine, and the sun glittered faintly. We had been excused for lunch, and everyone went outside to eat. Me and my friends were all their talking, but I was talking to Alex,

"You told everyone to meet at the school at six o'clock, right?" Chia said as we sat alone in the student parking lot.

Sadly, Athena found that she could not outrun the man. She found this out the hard way. Athena had only ran a few paces forward when she looked back and there he was. Looming up behind her just like a great big shadow. She wasn’t sure what to do now, for the crazy psychotic man with a butcher's knife was right behind her.

He closed his mouth, kept his head to the ground and June concentrated on the tiny cracks in his lips. He never bothered with chapstick or vaseline.

The sound of music mixed with her own heartbeat thudded in her ears as she ran down the deserted street. For weeks she had been doing this, waking up from nightmares that felt all too real only to put on her sneakers and do the best thing she knew--run. She would run until the sun came up, or until her mother would call her having a meltdown. By this point though, Syx couldn't find it in herself to care if her mother lost it, all she cared about was running until she couldn't remember.

into her. Capri popped the cork off the champagne bottle, and it ‘accidentally’ sprayed down over her front. The bubbly wine shot all over her, white and frothy.

As loved ones bowed their heads in respect for the lost one, puffs of smoke were manifested. Cannons went off, and arrows, into the sky; they descended due to gravity. And there was a Max Outer Layer, which sealed off the entire world for cleansing.

"Well if it isn't Austin in the flesh, come back crawling here I see?" She said; her voice was soothing almost like I knew her and that I could trust her. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm the guy you're talking about" I said "What are you talking about Austin? We've been friends for 5 years! Now all of a sudden you pretend you don't even know your own name? This isn't funny!" Her face was red with rage. "I'm sorry to say but this isn't a joke. I don't even know my own name let alone your name. I woke up somewhere and next thing I knew I was running away from cops" I tried to explain. She turned on the lights and it was burning my eyes as they adjusted. She had red long flowing hair, a blue V-neck t-shirt and a white skirt with black high heel boots that went to her knees. “Austin! What happened you’re covered in blood! Oh my goodness! What happened to you?!” She said as she threw her hands in the air. “I.. I’m not sure I just woke up in... It’s hard to explain.” I tried to explain. “Well first get changed into those clothes, you don’t want to be seen looking like that do you?” “No” I said as I walked into the bathroom.

For Jeongguk, the crash came before even exchanging words. The lithe frame and raging hair as red as poppies leaving his buzzed senses clipped. Burned to the very bottom of the wick while dazedly staring. Bubbly giggles and too much cotton candy leaving the tongue sugary sweet and pillowy plush catches his attention.

Cander is calm now. As he walks closer the reflection from the door impairs his vision. He keeps walking closer and the lights only get brighter. Cander shields his eyes as if he were looking at the sun.

Oliver screamed as the searing pain spread from his neck. His blood vessels were on fire. As he exhausted himself fighting against the anguish he tried to push against the face buried in the fire of his neck. That pretty face. Her beautiful raven hair and porcelain white skin, now stained with red smears. She had been his friend at school for the last year and they had got quite close. Now she was gnawing on his sinewy neck like it was a melting ice cream. Blood was splashing all around him as he felt a cold surge come as the fire subsided. His body felt heavy and his mind clouded over as he slipped into what he thought was deaths very welcome embrace.