A Short Story : A Story?

Hesitation dominated his eyes, but he gave in and presented his other hand for her to read. The scarred letters were just visible. I will not tell lies.

Carl had tripped over a pipe and landed right in the middle of a puddle of god knows what. Unable to open his eyes, he could feel the slimy mixture roll off his fingers as he quickly jumped up. Every

The Doctor exhaled a sigh. Placing his palms on his desk, he continued to look Aradia in the eye.

Clara hesitated in sitting and was about to stand when she felt his hand on her arm. Taking his hand, she offered support because it wasn't everyday the Doctor told her about himself.

Suddenly, we came to an abrupt stop,"...that's unusual." The stranger looked very confused. He was frantically looking around while muttering to himself.

“I can’t, because…. Because…” I lick my dry lips. My mouth rushes to form words, but nothing seems to escape. I had to say something. I needed an excuse as to why I did not want to leave my house. But, my words come out as a blank canvas.

Kaya was in bed looking at the ceiling. She was tired and her older sister, Ella was reading a book late at night. Kaya had long and curly orange/red hair, she was fourteen. Kayaś older sister, Ella loves reading, she was fifteen, and had long blond hair. ¨Turn off the lights. It is late!¨ Kaya whined to her sister. They went to bed when Ella did finally turn off the lights. The room that they shared was not very big, but not very small. The girls shared a bunk bed together. When Kaya was asleep, she had a strange dream. In her dream she was in a dark cave, it was cold and windy. She heard a noise behind her, so she started to run. As she ran the end of the cave got further and further away. She ran until she couldn't hear anything, except for her own footsteps. She walked around the cave but could not see anything in any direction. She walked to the walls of the cave and ran her fingers along the sides there was a jagged piece of rock and when she touched it she didn't feel any pain. After she walked around the cave for a while she started to panic, what if she was stuck in the cave forever! ¨Help!¨ she shouted out, but no one answered. Finally, after what felt like forever, she feel asleep. When she woke up she was back in her bedroom.

“Stop, stop, our satellite is telling us that the ancient pyramid is below us us!” I

“Those are your salivary ducts going crazy,” he said. “You’ve never eaten before, Phillip. Never. Your jaw muscles are locked up and you’re producing an overabundance of saliva as a result of tasting sugar for the first time.”

As I look out my window, all I see is a deep, dark void. Then my eyes adjust. Sparkling lights slowly appear out of the blank. I look to my left, and see a brown marble, the size of my fingernail. I look back inside the ship. Machines buzz, buttons click, the engine hums. The symphony of sounds slowly faded into faint white noise.

Ronnie kept receiving notes for about a week in her locker, each note got worse and worse. He began to write about how he would not only harm her, but everyone she loved. She began having nightmares and sometimes couldn’t even sleep.

While driving down Lemon Grove Blvd. after leaving the motel, Marlene smiled, recalling the past few hours she had spent there and wanted to get home before Jerry and Andrew arrived. Driving down her driveway she parked, brushed her hair, freshened her lipstick before rushing into the house, calling out, “Honey, I’m home” Hearing no response, relieved that she was safe, going into the kitchen, she made a fresh pot of coffee. While waiting, she sat at the counter and glanced through the morning paper. Answering the phone when it rang, Marlene asked, “Barnes residence, may I help you?”

After my nap I found my phone inside I called my mom and she answered. "Hey baby, how are you enjoying it" she said ans I brust of tears. "Its terrible he gave me to this guy and now I'm locked in this very house, I can't leave or do anything mom!" I screamed. "Take deep breathe sweety" I heard her voice cracking.

“If anyone can hear me...we”--cough, cough-- “ we... this much smoke in here, we gotta...we gotta get out,” the man screamed.

The smell of antiseptic filled my nostril as I gripped my coffee tightly. Swinging my bag over my shoulders, I watched as the other nurses and doctors walked into rooms checking on patients. The sound of familiar beeping rang through the air, as I strolled past the front desk into the hospital break room. I opened the doors and heard the voice of my coworker.