A Short Story : A Story?

Growing tired of slaving over devilish onions and sensing rain in the cold air, Ms. Hopewell and Mrs. Freeman ceased their labor and limped inside seeking cold beverages. Upon entering the kitchen, Ms. Hopewell recalled that the Freemans had gifted her a decent bottle of wine which she had yet to open. She proposed that Mrs. Freeman join her in the indulgence. Mrs. Freeman happily agreed, so Ms. Hopewell filled a glass halfway with the hearty burgundy liquid. The ladies began to discuss the latest gossip over their wine as ominous clouds rolled in.

“I want to apologize about the last time we got up. I don’t know what got into me. I just care about you a lot.”

Mel called the waiter over. He told the waiter to serve a bottle of Chardonnay to the table by the pillar. The waiter fetched the bottle, went to the table, pulled the cork and filled two thin-stemmed glasses. The waiter pointed. Karla and Gary turned around.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you earlier. I just wanted to let you know that I haven’t been with anyone else since.” Bellamy went to turn around, but your voice stopped him in his tracks.

It smells oddly familiar, like, like toasted marshmallow, my favorite candle from Bath & Body Works. How did Chandler know this was my favorite candle? I hadn’t told him this. Surely he didn’t shop at Bath & Body? I decide not to comment and follow his lead. He puts his arms on my shoulders and gently pushes me down on a leather sofa. I hear him pop open a bottle of wine and he pours me a glass. “Feel free to sit the glass on the table next to you whenever you please, darling,” he insisted. As he tends to dinner in the kitchen, I just sit and enjoy the moment and the wine. I finish my wine a little faster than normal and reach next to me to place the glass on the table. My hand brushes something standing on the table. It feels cool and hard, like glass; it must’ve been a picture frame. I felt around and there was another one right next to it. “Are you looking for something?” Chandler’s voice startled me. “No, no, I’m sorry. I just felt these frames when I was sitting my glass down. What are they photos of?” I asked. Five seconds passed. “My mother and I!” he said with strange enthusiasm. “Now, come on, I know you’re hungry.” He grabs my hand and takes me to the

She shuts the door behind her and sees the light on in the kitchen. She is caught off-guard to see Lucky sitting at the kitchen table. He is leaning forward with a glass of water in front of him. That surprised her as she almost expected the glass to be filled with vodka as the color would be the same. From what she could smell, it wasn't alcohol. Lucky looks at

“What was the last thing he sent you?” Heather asked. She was laying on the floor of her friend Maddie’s single dorm room, absentmindedly playing with the shag carpet. The two girls had been enjoying a few glasses of wine, which opened the gates for Maddie’s ranting. They always picked Maddie’s room for their Friday wine nights because of her soft fairy lights and larger TV. The room was cramped because it was a single dorm, but the two girls survived.

“First of all Mr. Darius Evan Saunders, this is nothing like back in June, okay? Who cares about that loser? If he couldn’t respect that you weren’t ready to be completely out yet, then that’s on him. He didn’t deserve you. You have to face your mom though. You can fix things with your mom. You still have time. And I don’t care if you’re a big heaping sticky mess. You’re my big heaping sticky mess, and I’m gonna clean you up.”

“Look, man, what can I say?” Hunk shrugged helplessly. “These last few days running lines with you have been really great. We ran, I threw up, you cried. These are moments I’m going to treasure forever. But I think it’s time we go our separate ways.”

Hey...it’s me, Zach. Remember the year and a half I wasted on you, thinking you were the one for me? I used to be so in love with you. You used to make me feel so good, and I just don’t know what happened. We were extremely happy in the beginning, but I guess that’s just how it goes. Two people meet and they decide that they love each other, they give their all, but what comes with that is losing yourself. You put so much of yourself into another person to make them happy, and for a little while they do the same. Like you did...you used to love me. You used to be there for me when I’d have anxiety attacks late at night about whether or not we’d stay together. You would comfort me and tell me that you weren’t going anywhere. You were just always there, and I guess I took that for granted.

MELISSA: Elijah, I am extremely sorry for my actions earlier, I do still respect you for who you are. I am sorry to have to say this Elijah, but if we end our relationship now, it will save us the pain of doing it later.

He arrived at his house. He had been so distracted he hadn't even remembered driving there. He opened the front door to find his wife sitting in the living room. She had been waiting for him. She looking up at him she was still mad but her face slowly soften once she realized something was wrong. They both said nothing until mark sat down and spoke.

“Yes dear? What do you have to tell me?” Mary worriedly exclaimed. She looked around into the dimly lit lamp light of the living room. Mary sat down in stiffly onto an old armchair. Patrick got up and walked over to the table and drank straight out of the bottle of whiskey, he then sat back down.

I wake up startled and disorientated; a single tear drop falls from my face. The shouts from my mother are now a distant memory. I get up off my make shift bed, which consists of some hay and hessian sacks, I look around my room which is bland and mildew filled and start to get ready for the day. I walk on my tip toes trying to be quiet, as to not wake up the others. I arrive in the kitchen and open the cabinets; I am met with a blank space; every single can has disappeared within a night.

The floorboard in the hallway creaked again. Emma flew off the bed and dashed for cover behind the silk dressing screen. Her heart pounded. Sweat trickled down the side of her face. Trembling, she peeked around the edge of the screen and watched as a tall figure entered the room. When he stepped into the light of the fireplace, her hand flew to her mouth to silence the gasp. It could not be him. He would never poison her mother. Would