A Short Story : A Story?

It was a beautiful, cool July morning in the mountains of Colorado; the birds were chirping and the leaves on the trees were rustling. I could almost taste the bacon sizzling on the stovetop as my mother made breakfast. Nothing could ruin a perfect morning like this… At least that’s what I thought. Interrupting the cooking of breakfast, my mom’s cell phone strangely began to ring; there hadn’t been many people trying to contact my mom since she was on vacation. However, my mom ran to answer the call. “Oh, it’s your sister,” I heard my mom say. Although I was in a different room, I could hear the concern and worry in my mother’s voice moments after she answered the phone. Instantaneously, my heart began to race. I began feeling sick to my stomach

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

“Please, can we just stop to eat? We haven’t eaten all day, we can’t take this anymore. Please, just something cheap, we left to go live down here with aunt, and gave up everything, can you just do something for us?” I begged. My mother simply stared at me, but not angrily as I expected. She looked sorry, as if she knew our pain all along and just couldn’t help us. Without saying a word, she made a U turn, and headed back into the center of town. We rolled down main street slowly, scanning the area for some sort of diner, where we could get our breakfast that we never had this morning. My younger sister spotted the place. It was so small, it looked as though it couldn’t have fit more than three tables. The red worn down paint matched the rundown feeling of the whole town. There is a very high population here, but I can’t tell why. It is so small, and so crummy. Anyway, my mother parked the car on the side of the carless road surrounded by the peopleless sidewalks. We walked in through the door

I went outside to find Courtney, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, get in the car!” Misty had yelled from the driver’s side of her Dodge Neon. “Can you take me by Courtney’s? I want to talk to her.” I asked as I chunked my backpack into the backseat “No, just call her later. We need to get Guy and go home to start to pack.” When we got home my father was listening to the scanner. “Hey girls, do yawl know a Danielle Wilson, age 20 from Tushka?” “No!” both of us said as we went into our room “Well they had a wreck earlier before school got release. They were T-boned by a semi truck, but they are not releasing much more information” Stated my father. Immediately I thought about Courtney, but I thought to myself, no, it couldn’t have been her she is only fifteen years old. A few hours went by without hearing anything else. The phone began to ring; I rushed over as fast as I could. “Hello” I said. “Hey, it’s Kathy, did you hear over the scanner?” she asked. “No, it couldn’t have been her Dad said it was a Danielle and she was twenty” I said with tears in my eyes. “Oh okay, well let me know if you hear anything else.” Kathy stated. “Okay” I said as I hanged up the phone. Another hour had gone by without hearing anything. So I began to pack for our family vacation that we were getting ready to take the next day,

Roaming through the halls of Willow Bend Elementary School, a tiny, curly-haired girl was anxious for the little hand to land on the 12 so that she could board the yellow school bus. The day seemed like any other as she looked out of the bus window to see her grandma standing next to a beautiful, fuschia tree waiting to pick her up, just as she had every other day. Although everything looked normal, it did not feel that way at all. Uneasiness welcomed the young girl as the bus door slid open. That was the last day that the young girl remembers of the life she once had. That girl was me.

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.

“Mom? dad? anyone home?” I walked into the kitchen and laid my bags on the table. “May ?” I hear my mom’s calm voice echo through the empty house. My palms started to slide off the table where I had placed my hands to lean on. I tried to build up the courage to go find my mom, but I didn’t have to I heard the loud echoes from her heels get louder and louder as she got closer to me. Before I saw her face I asked “could I go to the movies with Tom, Jenny, and friends?”

My heart sank as I held the large yellow envelope in my hands. I don’t know what possessed me to open it. But my gut feeling made me do it. I remember just standing outside with them in my hands, I must have reread them at least 10 times. I felt like my legs were going to give out. So I sat on the little red bench on the porch, in my pajamas. It was a Saturday so I had plans to have a sleepover with my best friend. As soon as I went back inside and put the envelope back on my mom’s dresser I text my friend Marina. I said “Hey can’t make it tonight. I think I have food poisoning” I wasn’t ready to tell her what was wrong. I was scared that if I typed out the words I would cry. I knew my parents were having their problems, but I thought the separation would

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.

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.

Everything hurt. Nothing about her body didn’t feel pain and burning as she tried to figure out her surroundings. Her mind scattered and couldn’t seem to place damn anything. But, it seemed to race faster than before, just intensifying the already searing headache thrust upon her.

Warmth spread across my face like a sunburn as the girl, the… the middle schooler, ground against me like a horny rabbit and— My stomach seized at the thought one moment, and in the next I smelled it; the phantom smell that returned whenever I became sick or congested, the pungent scent of half digested fried rice and orange chicken.

It was August and Gemini woke to the warm sensation of summer tickling her face. As she looked outside, she saw all the beautiful flowers growing in the garden. “Gemini, Gemini! Breakfast is ready!” called her aunt, Georgia as Gemini ran down the stairs. She was met with a scent that put a smile on her face. Her aunt had made her favorite, bacon and eggs. As Gemini was munching on her meal her sister came rushing down the stairs already dressed. “Gemini, why don’t you come to the market with me to get medicine for mother?” her sister said as she packed her bag with some money. “Of course!” Gemini said smiling as she sprinted up the stairs to get dressed. She pulled out a traditional blue village dress and tied her hair in a neat bun like all the other village girls. Before running back downstairs, Gemini went to her mother’s room and made her drink the soup aunt georgia had prepared. “Drink mother” Gemini said as she helped her mother up to drink from the wooden bowl. Her mother was very ill. She had an illness that Gemini’s father had passed away from. Most of the apothecaries thought it was impossible to to treat, but not Gemini. After saying bye to her mom and her aunt, she jumped into the carriage with her sister. “I can’t wait!” Gemini said. As they rode off into the marketplace, Gemini’s face flushed with excitement. She saw people big and small tall and short and even at and thin. Before her sister could even say a word, Gemini ran up to all the market stands where

I reached for the circular “up” button on the wall. C’mon c’mon, I mumbled, waiting for the door to open. The elevator finally got to my floor and the doors slid open. I stepped inside, the five other people shuffled to make room for me, I stood against the wall. We went up about two floors, when all of the sudden the lights flickered and the elevator came to a screeching halt. I jerked forward, trying not to drop my things, what the heck is going on? I thought, beginning to panic. I looked around. The others murmured around me.