A Short Story : A Story?

Flo opened her eyes, there was a slight sting from all the bright colors and lights around her. She couldn’t hear anything or feel anything either. There were these doctors around her, Creed was crying, telling her that it's going to be alright, telling her that she shouldn't worry. She was being rushed into immediate surgery. She felt nothing, only remembering what had happened the night before… what she had done. How could this have happened? What was I thinking? The doctors put her on the exam table and hooked her up to the machine, a few seconds later...everything went black.

Andrew, aged sixteen, awoke from his bed. Andrew had hair that was as gold as the sun on a warm spring day (Simile). He had sky blue eyes and skin as smooth as silk. Sunlight peered into his bedroom window. A family of birds chirped in the distance. The leaves danced in the breeze (Personification). Summer vacation at last, he thought. Time took place in 2217, eighteen years after the infamous Jack Shelton became America’s dictator. Crawling out of his bed, Andrew called one of his friends (Participle). “Hey Ben,” Andrew spoke lazily.

It was a normal afternoon, quiet and peaceful. Then, a noise disturbed the peace, a knock. The knocking at the door became loud and quick. I left my room and went downstairs to the front door. I looked through the peephole and gasped. I haven't seen that face in 15 years." Father!” He smiled and said,“Hey Kiddo, it’s been awhile.” Father hugged me, entered the house, and placed a big black bag on the coffee table by the front door. “I'm just so glad you're here! Where have you been for this time?" Questions started overflowing my mind. My mother divorced my father after he became bankrupt. He couldn't take care of me so he gave me to grandma Miller. The next day, he vanished. I was 10 back then. "Slow your roll. I will answer all your questions, but first, what's for dinner?" I decided to order pizza and eat in the living room, like old times. When I was about to ask father a question, the front door opened. It was my boyfriend, Jake. We met in my freshman year of college and we've dated for four years. "Honey, I'm home. What did you-". He froze when he saw my father. "Who's this?" Father rose and said," I should ask you the same thing. Who are you calling honey? My daughter?" Jake was speechless, and I thought,” oh father. As stern as ever.” Jake finally said, "are you at her father? I'm sorry. My name is Jake, and I'm dating your daughter. It would be an honor if you still allow me to date her." I was so surprised. He's never been so formal, but the more I look at him,

Juvia adjusted the position of her bag as she started to search the ship. Annoyed by the blue blob, she pushed her hair out of her eyes, noticing something small and shiny hiding in one of the ship's cupboards. She swam over to it, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Juvia picked up the strange object and examined it with wonder.

It was raining. It was gloomy. It was dark. Everything that Yoongi adored about the rain. The sound of his teacher's voice made him turn his head from the cold foggy window.

No answer. Not a good sign. I tried it again, “WHERE ARE YOU?” My voice echoed down Main Street. I frantically dashed around the desolate roads and alleyways, searching for any trace of her. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I scanned the area, knowing all too well every dismal facet of this city. Against the courthouse, a single, blue bicycle with its chain lying on the ground. In front of town hall, a once lovely rose bed that was now a belligerent thorn bush. Across from the police station, fourteen abandoned cars that had been gutted out. It's funny, I could have swore- RING! The rush of newfound adrenaline found its way into my legs, and they jetted me to the only place in town that had a bell on the front door. The dilapidated Mom and Pop shop had certainly seen its better days. Its oldest residents were the spiders, whose generations of intricate webs lay in dusty rags. The shelves were rusting, and were barely supporting what items hadn’t already been looted. The windows definitely had glass in them before, but there was not even a shard of proof on the rotting plank floors anymore. The lichen had spiraled across the walls, socializing about my losing battle.

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.

Shaking, I stand up, trying to steady my body and my mind. I make my way across the lot back onto the street. I start towards my house once again.

The top of the Notre Dame bell tower was chilly now, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon hours ago. Madeline gazed out at the city, enjoying the stillness. Paris was quiet tonight, a rare occurrence in a huge city like this. She sighed, leaning against the cool stone. This night reminded her of the one several months ago when she had seen Gabe for the first time. Little had she known then that she had just met the love of her life. Monique had been right all along.

The smell of Susan’s hot chocolate surrounded the coldness of her face as she would take a long, relaxing sip. Her mum started to pack things such as sunscreen, togs, towel and plenty of food and water. As Mum was getting ready slowly, Susan turned on the dusty old TV to watch. After each ad, she would feel as if it was practically speaking to her. When finally her mum finished getting ready she grabbed her stuff and yelled “We're going now Susan!” then said “make sure you have all your stuff.” Said nervously. Susan was all hyped up and ready to go, she grabbed her stuff and headed out the door. Susan ran with excitement with her star shaped sunglasses and flew into the black mini cooper with Mum.

On a casual day, on the first week of October, a twelve year old, going by the name of Joshua Stephenson, was getting kicked out of his home. Again. His 6th foster parent couple, angry and disappointed, discarded him after what happened at school.

At that time my alarm rang telling me it was time to go to the hospital

Wake up Jax, wake up! This was the first thing I heard before a hefty bucket of water was discarded on to me. I woke up with distraught, complaining that it was a Saturday and that I needed more sleep. I turned on my phone, noticing that the date on the screen read May 7, 2022. That was when I realized, today is going to be one of the biggest days for me. I am going to be taking both my Math and English SAT. I felt ready, yet I also had an uneasy feeling stuck inside me. I had been studying for the past 3 months, taking PSAT’s and what not. I didn’t have to go to my school to take the SAT’s for another 3 hours, so I decided, why not take a little nap before I go? JAX, IT’S 1:15 PM, YOU ARE GOING TO MISS YOUR SAT’S! “This is just a dream,” I thought, “I’m going to keep sleeping, there’s no way I slept more than 3 hours already.” Then it came, Slap!

Twenty minutes later, he steps up to her apartment’s steps, pressing his finger against the button. After a loud buzz and a click, Ruby’s voice comes through.

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.