A Short Story : A Story?

Wooow, he just died, I exaggeratedly thought to myself, but with my mouth open. I stood in the pounding rain glimpsing at Doodle, didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. No emotion appears upon me, but questions were roaming my head: How am I going to tell mom and dad? What should I say? How should I say it?

“What did he look like? Was he in a suit? Any boy’ll look damn fine in a suit.”

Jack’s overconfidence, ignorance, and savagery, with power creates a very different person. This new person emerges as a dictator, a tyrant, and an absolute destroyer. Jack’s ignorance with power creates a destructive

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.

The night sky lit up with burning white lights, while the moon hung loosely binding itself to the earth. My heart thumped, with the thrumming of the moving vehicle; while my head spun in circles, continuously repeating the same mantra I have been for the past few days.

It was just another regular day in New York for Brad. One could tell he was just getting off his night shift from being a custodian at the local mall, as he was wearing his raggedy uniform. Brad was walking down the sidewalk, looking filthy and greasy, when a woman caught his eye. He noticed she was wearing a pants suit with a briefcase. She had just walked out of the empire state building. “A woman with money,” he said. He noticed that she walked out of the building at exactly 11 a.m. “Tomorrow I am off work and I will meet up with her,” Brad thought. The day passed and Brad rummaged through his closet to find some of his nicest clothes so he could impress the lady. He finally found a nice dress shirt and a tie.

“ No one can know that I killed her, got it john?” Okay lizzy, I understand. But what if- what do you mean what if john, there’s no what if’s there has to be no evidence that I killed her, so drive over here and bring plastic wrap. Do you think that’ll be good enough? John stuttered and then replied back to lizzy with a yes. While john is driving over to get lizzy and the dead girl, he sees a cop out of the corner of his eye, and starts to panic. Everything changed that night, the world and his friends aren’t what they use to be anymore, the girl he thought he knew, had some issues he or no one never knew.

Paul heard the screams before he even woke up. When he finally opened his eyes it took him a few moments to register where the screams were coming from. He looked over at the other side of the bed and panicked slightly, before he remembered that Sally was away at a writer’s seminar and would be getting home late.

Kate whipped her head around to see who the owner of that voice was. She felt relief and joy when she saw it was Mr. Jacks who followed her. Maybe he will escape with her. Mr. Jacks stood less than 10 feet away and his dog sat by his feet, his tail wagging.

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.

Linda entered Melina’s room and saw the note she left. She was heartbroken. Crying from her mistakes and realizing what she should have done. Went to find Melina all alone to not track attention to others. Melina walks to the opera and hiding her trails. She was alone in the dark night and trying to find her way. It was difficult to see where she was headed. Instead of walking around in circles she stayed put and slept in a alley just for tonight. Morning came and Melina was up. Found the opera and entered.

Liz Marlow was alone in her room, the curtains blowing in the cool, night breeze. She was grading her students papers, and struggling to get through a particularly confusing one, by one of her students, Mary Fields. Mary was a smart one, but thought in a way no one else did. Her mind was full of gore and thoughts of murder. She was sometimes left out of the groups at school, but as she grew older she got used to it. Mary Fields was the daughter of the wealthiest family in town, Gene and Katie Fields, and they were the sweetest family Liz knew.

As I drove down the street the sun glared through the windshield of my car. I had forgotten my sunglasses, and truly regretted it now. I turned on to the familiar street, and parked my car on the corner. As I walked to the building I saw an old woman sitting in a wheel chair, wrapped in blankets, motionless. Her daughter stood near by checking her watch.

I had always done the right thing. I never spoke back, snuck out, or even lied to my parents. I was a good child. I felt like I had to be with my older sister causing trouble wherever she went. So I did what I was told...Until I met Kat.

Sunny patches of sunlight touched my face. I felt warm and sheltered. Snug as a bug in a rug. I thought. No one could ruin this moment. Across the room, I heard a noise. Knock knock. I slowly rose from my comfy bed and opened the door. There dressed in the usual white dress and flats was a fairy. Her wings gleamed with the sun. “Good morning Charm.” Her voice was friendly and sweet. “Time to wake up. You know what day it is.” I gathered my thoughts before speaking, “Yes I didn’t forget. Thank you for reminding me.” She smiled big before flying away. Sigh, I guess no more sleeping.