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.

When we reached her place her daughter was right in front of the courtyard.She ran up to me and said”Hello.It’s nice to meet you.My name is Princess Magnolia.What’s yours”I said “My name is Juliana”.All of a sudden I could feel shaking and my name being called out like an echo.Next thing I knew I was being waken up by my older sister Alexandria.And I realized it was all a

The night went well and it started to getting late. My friends and I decided to go home. I was exhausted and it only took about three minutes in the car until I was fast asleep due to the previous long night of studying for finals. Suddenly, there was a speeding flash of color, and I was flying through the air. My sister's eyes saw everything. There was the sound of glass shattering all over. I did not hear my sister or friends screaming. All I heard were my dreams. I woke up on the road. The thick bloody pavement was as hard and cold as ice. My head was split open. The blurry lights made me think it was all a dream. I got up off the ground. The car’s lights scared me, and I was in complete shock. I started running around screaming. The yell of my sister saying, “Elma,” real loud made me turn around. I ran and ran till I

Suddenly a wave of dizziness and burning sensation came over me , the room went black for just a second and as color began to reappear and air then again filled my lungs I noticed I was now resting on Adrian's lap. His eyes grew big with concern, “Raina ! Raina can you hear me ? Are you okay ? Need some water ?? ….” his interrogation never seemed to stop. I got up and announced I just felt a little overheated and needed to go outside for awhile and before anyone could protest I walked out and Adrien followed. As we walked off in the dark he went on and on and as he talked that burning sensation continued. I turned to Adrian, “pull up my shirt” he looked at me with a look that made me feel like he was about to speed dial the short bus company to turn in a runaway. “Don't look at me like that, just f**king do it.” He lifted it hesitantly but the words he said after surprised me more. “ I knew it , you're the one..” I turned to him , “what are you talking about?” He began to tell me this whole magically fairy tale the seemed to me to be complete bullsh*t . He later then brought up my grandmother and how she to was one of the “marked ones” people destined to great powers to protect the maga or the people who untouched by the Gods to be marked and have a future of power ahead of them. It is said that only those with a purest hearts were meant to receive this gift. I took a second and sat down I was

It was a Saturday morning, I awoke to the sounds of muffled arguing in the next room. I lay in my bed, waiting for the sounds too cease. Not wanting exit my room and get caught in the crossfire of an intense argument between family members. After what felt like ages, the feud ended, making it safe to creep out my bedroom door and into the hallway, too where the land-line telephone was ringing. I pick up the phone and press the button labeled 'talk.' The other side of the phone line cracks to life, and I hear a warm familiar voice asking, “Are you okay?”, It was Joann, She had heard the commotion that had erupted from my home, As she lived on the other side of the road that divided our street. I thought for a moment, and replied, “ I don't want to

I was walking along the street when suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. Someone was following me. I was scared, and I started to run. The sound of the footprints became louder and faster. My heart was beating quickly. All things that scared me came to my mind. I imagined all types of monsters and animals in that moment. I was running and running and running until I felt it so close to me. Then, I decided to be brave as much as I can and stop. I started walking slowly until I stopped completely. Then, I took a deep breath before entering the battlefield. Suddenly, I felt something on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and I started screaming. my screams were mixed with sounds of laugher. I thought that I was envisaging until I heard my sister saying

The cold January night was leaden with fog and street lights seemed to stream like golden rays. A woman sat slumped in her bed, her belly drooped from each side of the bed as the television’s flickering white light glowed against her face and against the walls. There was no light bulb hanging from the ceiling just a wire. Magazines, dirty plates and burn marks scattered themselves densely across the carpet. Upon the walls was a dark brown-gray glue, smelling of smoke. She had been accustom to this manor of living for years now.

They woke him, woke him like she told them too. She could hear him , hear him in the other room, talking gibberish like he had before Caitlin put him to sleep back at CCPD. Her heart sunk a little, what was she expecting? She was expecting to find the man she was to marry, but instead it was the one that talked gibberish. It was still her Barry, just different she knew this. It just hurt her, frustrated her that she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. She was trying too, she really was it was just hard. She knew that his gibberish had to mean something but what, what did it mean, she needed to figure out, so she could help him. She placed her hands on her hips, head shaking back and forth “You can do this Iris, you have to do this… Barry needs you.” She told herself a few time, yet she didn’t move. She stayed put, staring at the door. It was only a brief walk she had to make until she was standing in the room with Barry, her Barry, yet it seemed like a mile. Why? She wanted to see him, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and smother him in kisses to make up for the time she lost with him. But fear kept her feet frozen to the ground. She dared not move, not yet anyway.

It was a freezing winter day and our whole family was inside huddled in one room by the fire place with a piping hot cup of cocoa with two or three marshmallows in it. Although it was warm inside Sarah and I wanted to go outside to the library anyways because we loved reading… well not so much Sarah but since I'm her brother we kind of did everything together. “Mother, Father” I said “ can me and Sarah go outside to the library?” they both paused and gave each other that one overprotective look and they said “John you only just turned 13 last week and Sarah's only 11” I realized that we would have to sneak out so when we were done Sarah and I quietly snuck out while the parents were distracted discussing things I wasn't paying attention to.

I was awaken by the noise of the annoying ice cream truck. I slowly roll over as my eyes scan the room looking for the time; 3 am. I heard the sound of the ice cream truck again. I quietly got up and walked over to the hallway. I thought I was just hallucinating because it was just my 11 year old daughter Lizzy slamming the window down. Then I watched as she skipped down the steps with a five dollar bill in her right hand and her long blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders with every step she took. Down the stairs she went outside looking back over her shoulder making sure I didn't see her. That's when it had hit me, I heard the Ice cream truck once again. I dashed back in my room knocking everything over that was in my way and threw clothes all over my floor looking for my shorts. I sprinted down the steps, but by the time I got outside, she disappeared There was no sign of her. My heart dropped deep into my chest as if I were on the first drop of a ginormous rollercoaster. It was just silence , Dead silence and pitch black darkness. Were all the bad things that happen in the movies happening to me? Am I the reason she's gone? I'm gonna find my Lizzy and I'm gonna get her back! I stumbled back inside. My vision became blurry, salty tears began staining my face, and a huge lump grew in my throat. I snatched the house phone off the hook and struggled to press the 9 on the phone with my fidgety fingers as I continued to press two ones.

Red clumps of blood filled his hair, escaping from his cracked skull. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I stood there not even thinking of solutions but rather what I’ve done. I could hardly hear my mom screaming through my unconscious mind.

Sunlight shined through the bar windows of the cell. It was quite an eerie feeling and it never went away. How sunlight shined but it was still dark no matter which corner you turn and the noises, the noises of those who are screaming for someone to get them out but no one heard them. No one ever does. There were many cells but in one cell, lying on the ground, was Clarisse McClellan.

The carrier shakes as the flames lick its belly. My fingers grasp the lip of the door as the heat of the fire flushes my skin. My hands are the only things keeping me up and they’re quickly failing. The world is a blur of panic and exploding carriers.

“I will stay with Jade no matter what her decision is!” Peter exclaimed rather loudly, like he was in an argument with his sister Tonya.

Hange could still hear the low ringing in her ears once everything around her settled down. She had plenty of gas left to get herself out of the well, and to go where she needed to be afterward. She didn’t know how long she was knocked out for, but the dust from the blast settled down. The whole section of the town was destroyed and crumbled. Small smoke trails billowed from things that were turned to ash. She didn’t see any of her squad members. There was little chance of survival from something that powerful. Deep down Hange hoped that they managed to get far enough away, or even took cover, from the explosion.