A Short Story : A Story?

*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.

As I closed the door, “Marie, honey we’re in here!” I heard from down the hallway.

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

We knock on the last door, in the tenement style apartment building. No one had seen anything “Hello sir, I’m detective Cynthia Rose. This will only take a couple seconds. Have you seen any unfamiliar activity in the past 24 hours?”

When Mrs. Chipley and Sally climbed the stone steps to Aunt Sarah’s porch, the great winds slapped them across their faces in frustration that they had escaped the rain. The sky was dark with night and storm clouds. Mrs. Chipley rapped the oak door. Soon the door was ajar, and it emitted a low voice.

“Well, why you sitting up there disguising your voice? I thought somebody had got that phone. Stop playing so damn much, Mini.”

“Listen, you're the only witness we know of to be alive today that was at the scene. You’re the only guy left who can help us prove our case and crack this code! We need you to tell us who started the fire forty something years ago!” There were three bitter policemen, snarling at a young slender old man, choking him for answers. “Come on, we’re not gonna be here forever!” they snorted.

“Oh, my God, Jerry, do you think they had anything to do with Mom’s death?” Marlene asked.

It was a bright and sunny morning in the city of Istanbul, the streets were full of people and vehicles rushing to their destinations. A small but beautiful looking home stood in front of the Bosporus. It had a white picket fence and roses growing everywhere. Inside the home, a man who looked to be in his late 40’s sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while his wife was cooking breakfast at the stove,” Aisha, I am going to be late where is Elif?” he questioned.

Every morning I wake up to the same people, same food and same events. I would be safe and sound in bed not having a care in the world. I wake up to the sight of my map wall which has red dots for the places I can only dream of going because I know it will never come true. My little sister who is only 5 years old, Kayla and is barely above my waist starts charging to my room. You can hear her little feet against the hardwood floor. She starts to sprint and as usual, she jumps onto my bed landing on top of me. She screams as loud as she can saying I have to go downstairs for breakfast. She practically drags me out of bed and I land hard on the floor. She yells, “Kylie! Get out of bed! I’m so hungry!”

When Hal knew he was dying, he took care of every detail in his meticulous way. He sold his car, cancelled his magazine subscriptions, gave his coin collection to his favourite charity, made sure his life-insurance policy was paid up, and picked out the suit in which to be buried. “I want to make everything as easy as possible for you,” he told me.

It’s a hot day in Cheatham everyone has shorts t-shirts, anything to keep them cool. So of course Big Bob (as everyone calls him) is showing off his muscles by wearing a muscle shirt. He is going around his school making everyone get out of his way when he see the new kid named Billy.

“The forecast did not call for this!” Lena cries, holding her backpack over her head, running like a maniac. The rain is pouring from the sky like a waterfall cascading down. It’s freezing. Each drop hitting my skin creates a forest of goosebumps on contact. The ankles of my pants are soaked. I can feel my stomach in my mouth; we’re running faster than we ever have in our lives. Each breath, cool and crisp.

It was getting colder now that the sun was gone. Not freezing cold necessarily, but there was a definite uncomfortable bite to it.