A Short Story : A Story?

“Finally, we are here! This trip felt like a Roller Coaster line on a Friday night!” Gabby said to her grandfather while she was unloading herself out of the rickety truck.

She knew that she can’t tell her parents about it as she doesn’t want them to worry.With that thought in mind she got inside her father’s car.

The hardwood floor was cold on his bare feet. The maroon walls hid underneath framed portraits sporting strict domineering poses and wide, unblinking eyes. Settling creaks and the hush of wind against the windows created a comforting lullaby. Luka padded through the booby trapped wooden floors and arrived undetected to his sister’s room.

Maybe I was overreacting, maybe I wasn’t. How could it be him? I thought he was gone, but I guess I got so caught up that I never realized he could have still been alive.

Something metal hits the back of my skull and I crumble to my knees, dots fluttering across my eyes. Someone clasps my wrist and yanks up my sleeve, revealing nothing? Though there’s a lump on my head now, I let out a secret sign of relief as I try to stand.

His face was as red as a tomato, and he hung up immediately. He turned around.

I shivered at the cold air, despite the sound of the crackling fire in my cottage. I tugged at the hem of my wool blanket pulling it up, until I felt my feet come in contact with the chilly air. Stupid, short blanket, I stubbornly thought.

I couldn’t believe it. Well actually I could. I had caught my first boyfriend cheating on me with some bitchy hoe from school.

The wind swept across the barren land not a single plant was in sight. Lifeless cracked ground stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. In the horizon a figure stumbled through the cracked earth. His armor covered in dust despite this it was obviously the armor of someone who was either belonged to a powerful family or clan or was a powerful adventurerer. It was pure black with a silver emblem of a hawk with red wings on the chest made of hardened leather for flexibility in combat.

Knowing by the tone of his voice something was wrong, Andrew said, “I’m never too busy to talk. Bill, what is going on? You sound as though you are about to lose it.”

my arm cut on something sharp. I grabbed my arm and squeezed where it felt like hot metal seared through my skin. Tears came with no trouble, I was scared and now I was hurt, hurt badly.

You know, when you’re the heir to the throne of a long dead Camelot and one of the last remnants of a dying magical world, it’s almost an insult that nothing tried to kill you before you turned fourteen.

Hange could still hear the low ringing in her ears once everything around her settled down. She had plenty of gas left to get herself out of the well, and to go where she needed to be afterward. She didn’t know how long she was knocked out for, but the dust from the blast settled down. The whole section of the town was destroyed and crumbled. Small smoke trails billowed from things that were turned to ash. She didn’t see any of her squad members. There was little chance of survival from something that powerful. Deep down Hange hoped that they managed to get far enough away, or even took cover, from the explosion.

Jason was strolling down the gloomy back street, its walls dark and menacing. He had trekked this path many times, but this time it got him on edge. He felt as if he was trapped by the massive buildings around him. The faint smell of dust covered him as he walked down this dusty and aged street. He emerged from the dark and gloomy street to be blinded by the intense light of the sun. Noise of the busy people bustling around him surrounded his ear. He turned to follow the main stream of people, his grey eyes scanning the crowds as he walked to try to find his friends. Spotting them, he barged his way through the crowds to get to them. A random person barged into him knocking his leg, then with searing pain, his leg flared. He searched his leg to find the source of pain and found his chip digging into him causing blood to pour out. Thinking to himself he wondered what these chips were even for. He looked up to see the massive buildings create what seemed to be walls surrounding him, leaning over him. Everyone around him seemed so cheerful, yet he couldn’t see how they could be in such as desolate place, they all seemed to be oblivious.

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.