A Short Story : A Story?

It was like every halloween ever Alexa was getting ready to go trick or treating with her friends Kennedy and Amy at Kennedy’s house they were going to meet their friends William and Tyler at the House of Horrors amusement park in the next town over. They were waiting for the boys to get there in an Uber so to waste time the did more with their makeup and face paint. Amy was “Batgirl”, Kennedy was “Supergirl”, and Alexa was “Catwoman”. Then Amy texted William on snapchat and found out that they were about five minutes away. Just then Kennedy’s mom appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. “ Are you girls sure you're going to be okay, ya know with the missing kids thing and all.” She asked worried.

Meg took a deep breath and allowed herself to appear in front of what had seemed a million cameras and microphones. She turned around to see Preston giving her an encouraging look. She kept walking toward the podium. There she was greeted by Linda, the White House Press Secretary. She gave a convincing smile, then quickly walked over to the side where Preston was. Meg forced herself to look at the reporters, then began what she thought seemed to be the worst idea that she has ever thought of. She thought to herself, Just get this over with Meg, nothing will go bad because Preston, Linda, and your agents were all right by her side. Besides, the FBI would stop her anyways if she wasn’t supposed to answer anything. She smiled and then started to speak.

Morgana’s eyes snapped open the moment her chilled martini dribbled into her lap. She’d begun to nod off and lost her grip on the stem of her glass.

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!

“Hannah drove her to the doctor,” Shaw told him. “She needed something to help her relax.”

What if everything changes? What if he disowns me? The thoughts poured over me as I laid in my bed. I pushed my blankets off me. The air conditioning kicked on as I laid there, my body still as a board. The cool air from the vent brushed against me, sending a feeling of ease rush through my body. My mind was still numb at what I just did. I’ve been postponing this moment for years, yet I finally found the courage follow through with it.

Jenna sprawled on the warm grass during the last few days of summer. She had her head tilted towards the sky with a light smirk plastered on her lips. As she stared up at the clouds, all she could think about was going back to the special school she went to. By her side laid her friend, Austin. His hands crossed behind his head as he too stared up at the sky, thinking of how their last school year was going to turn out. The two friends always did this, ever since they came to the orphanage together. Jenna turned to Austin with a devious look on her face.

Sammy and I board quickly. He heads to his seat after a quick nod of encouragement. I sit down at my seat, happy it is at the end of the row so I don't have to squeeze by anyone. I feel like I have been waiting forever when the lady came out wearing a blue hat and started to "prepare us for takeoff" whatever the hell that meant. I look over at the people sitting next to me and see a kind looking lady, maybe in her late seventies and some guy wearing a trench coat and a tie. His hair is what could only be described as "sex hair" and from what I can tell he hasn't shaved in a couple days.

“No,” She cried, “he forced himself onto me. I didn’t want him too! I swear. I tried to get off of my bed and-” She cut herself off. Screaming, Kaisha laid in the center of her bedroom, staring at her bed she cried, but soon enough her bed wasn’t visible through her blurry eyes.

A rock the size of a grapefruit cracked Sally’s window and landed on her bed with a thud. The glass shattered on her bed and the floor.

Joe woke up. He turned his head to the left to look it at his clock. It read June 28 2020. He could feel the warm summer air in his room and the smell of breakfast coming from down the hallway. He opened his door and looked down the hallway and saw his father cooking bacon and eggs. He could hear his mom in the shower listening to music. He walked down his hallway say “good morning” to his dad as he walked by his dad. His dad just looked in his direction and kept cooking. As he sait down he felt something was off about his dad. His dad was a very talkative person with something always on his mind dieing to tell anyone.

Stumbling into the house, knocking over an antique lamp and broke it, before falling onto the sofa sobbing. Screaming, “Mother, Mother, who could do this to you? How am I going to live without you?”

I awoke from my bed and saw my sister’s eyes filled, all of a sudden she shouted, “Mama is sick, wake up, mama is sick!”

The putrid purple of old bruises gleamed helplessly against the limpid replacements— it was all my fault.

Most people who’d undergone pain would say that going home after an incident would be the worst part, having to deal with the aftermath of their emotional outbursts and what was happening. Vivian, however, felt nothing as she walked. The cold wind was biting through her, and she could sense that rain was coming nearby, mainly due to the odd twinge in the air that she’d learned to avoid having a delicate instrument with her at all times. Yet now she walked through the streets alone, each step pressing on the cold stones underneath her and making her that much more worried as to what she was going to do.