A Short Story : A Story?

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

He planted the torch in the ground and laid his scabbard in the brown dry grass. He leaned against the brick wall of the ruined house, tampered the tobacco in his pipe and looked at her — he smiled to himself. She stood by the old well, gazing into the night. Her long blonde ponytail was not tied with cloth like his wife did, she wrapped the hair around itself instead, and she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, he thought. Her brown pants clung to her, and he could see the black string she tied the piece of cloth covering her breasts with through the white blouse.

Josh woke up with shivers down his spine. He thought that was odd, because usually he woke up and had to go pee. Nevertheless he rolled over, on his bed and checked his alarm clock. He hopped out of bed, and took two steps toward the door, and felt a moist, squishy texture under his feet.

She didn't talk when she woke up, I said "Casey. I do love you." She let out a deep breath but didn't look at me or talk. Her mom arrived at the hospital, she took a quick flight out to make sure Casey was okay. She brushed her hair "Honey. Why did you do that to yourself?" It was like she couldn't speak; a tear fell from her cheek. She whispered "When can I leave?" Her mom hugged her "Honey please tell me why you felt like you had to commit suicide? What's going on?" Casey sniffled and inhaled but didn't speak, I stood up "It was my fault." Her mom looked up "How could this be your fault?" I started tearing up "I couldn't tell her how I felt, my mind froze." Casey looked up "Mom can I talk to him alone?" Her mom got up and went out of the room, I sat back down "I'm sorry. I just couldn't get myself to say anything, I can't hurt you anymore."

My eyes slightly open to the bright light in front of me. What happened last night? i look up slowly opening my squinted eyes. thats not my ceiling... i look over and see a dark skined back. Oh right..

“Well, now, let me think about it for a minute, I want to be reasonable. With all the money you make at the drug store, you can afford $800 a month to start. Remember, I know how much you go,” Nancy said and snickered.

I whinced as he brushed trough the tangles. I'm supposed to brush my hair but Master likes to do it so I let him.

“We will be back at twelve. Don’t let any strangers in and let the dog out when you can,” said my mother. “Okay. I will, bye. love you.” I said quickly pushing them out the door. “Julia will be home around eleven to get her bag for Raelynn's house,”my mother said as she grabbed her purse. “yes I know. Bye!” I said once more.

The desert wind whipped loose tendrils of Madeline’s blonde hair around her face as they stepped onto the tarmac in Cairo. She tied a light blue scarf around her head, the ends fluttering just outside her view. She had chosen to wear a loose fitting white shirt and light blue pants and she was glad she had. It was a billion degrees here!

I woke up half asleep the alarm blared and as the red numbers glimmered, 5:00 am time to start the day. Jeffrey was already awake starting the chores. I reached out to grab my crying little ball of warmth “Good morning Bessie” I said. The crying stopped and I wiped the tears from her face and she yawned. Groggily I walked to the kitchen just as Jeffrey was coming in the front door. I smiled at him but the expression on his face showed pure terror.

The winter air of New York stung her face as she stepped off the train platform. After what felt like hours on the train from Pennsylvania, she welcomed the fresh air. She had a lovely time visiting her relatives; however, she was glad to be back home in the city. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but it would still be some time before she could make it home to rest. She decided to wait until the crowd of passengers hailing taxis thinned out to claim her own.

Ethan wasn’t certain what woke him a few hours later. Perhaps it was the silence of the house, or the faint creaking from the steps. Sitting up, he grabbed the knife from the stand as he got out of bed. His heart was racing in his chest as he leaned against the closed door, waiting to hear the werewolf’s harsh breath. No huffing breath filled his ears as he reached up and opened the door. Peering out into the hallway, he saw the light at the end on.

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

“You ever wish you’d done something else?” Mac asked. “Gone out in the world a bit?”