A Short Story : A Story?

Armed with her best parasol, she left the house after briefly saying goodbye to her extremely distraught father. Their carriage made it’s way to the fair and dropped them at the front, but after less than two hours perusing the grounds, another storm rolled in. The rain came fast and hard, drenching the pair within minutes. They huddled under the scant protection their umbrellas offered while waiting for the coach. Once inside, they giggled and began peeling off their more delicate accessories, gently laying them out while assuring each other the wet would not harm their

“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 turned his head. With features distorted in pain, he looked directly at her. The longing in his eyes was unmistakable. His mouth began to move. She couldn’t hear any words. There was only silence. His hand rose wavering beckoning her to come closer.

Francis asked. He simply nodded and motioned for him to come talk to him. As he got closer he felt a sudden thud in the back of his head and silence. He fell to the ground blurred vision, ringing ears and a pounding head. The man walked over and placed something over his head.

The sky outside, like a sheet of dark velvet, was spattered with a thick smattering of glittering stars. A cool breeze slipped into the windows, caressing gently at his skin; the cold seeping into his aging bones. Deafening silence echoed through the empty halls of the old convent, pressing at him, ringing in his ears. Tonight, he felt more alone than ever. Tonight, with the pain in his body and the ache in his chest, the loneliness felt even more consuming.

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

After I saw the mocker, I knew that to resist the enemy was futile, our time had come. I picked my child up, and held him close, I sang him a lullaby as loudly as I could to drown out the noise of those who were screaming and the yellow mocker‘s song- I wanted to calm him as we entered the water.

Leaving the motel on Highway 74 around 3:00 o’clock, Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling, her thought lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. Pulling into the garage, Marlene parked her Mercedes, brushed her hair put on fresh lipstick, before going into the house, relieved she was home when her husband and father-in-law arrived. Wanting to surprise them, she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, sat down at the counter and glanced through the mail.

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

She set the stone on the dock, reaching for another in his bag, and threw it into the bay, feeling as though a heavy remorse sank with the rock. She grinned, appreciating

On a bright sunny day in the middle of summer I woke up wrapped in my warm fluffy blanket with a dog. With my mom saying, “Austin wake up your cousin will be coming visiting us.”

It was that jolly time of the year again and of course Stan and Roger were arguing over who would be on the naughty list.

Caleb sat on the porch listening to the sounds surrounding him. Occasionally he would hear a soft nicker coming from the barns. Normally it made him smile. Not tonight. Tonight he felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

As a kid, Davey never understood why he always got in trouble for the words scrawled in beautiful cursive on his wrist.

They reached the wide open space, where a crowd was steadily growing, a tense pool of souls, before the proudest building of all. Ella knew this place, the white pillars and the high balcony where sugar words rained from the sky and left puddles of blood on the smooth pavement. Standing in the crowd, along the walls and street corners, stood the guards in their metal skin, watching with their metal eyes.