A Short Story : A Story?

It was 5 A.M. and my thoughts were everywhere. I kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to fall asleep, but knowing I couldn't. I finally slipped out of bed, carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Olivia, and proceeded to walk down the stairs. I sat down on the living room couch and exhaled deeply as I stared into the sunroof.

Sleep was terrifying. Ever since Allie and her mother, Eva, had ran off from her murderous father, Allie had been avoiding falling into the darkness called sleep. Her father was a madman, he convinced Allie from a young age that everything he was doing was for her. Every week, Allie saw another man go into their basement, and never come out. What her father did to these men was left to question.

Before she went down she went into Lil’s room and made sure her little sister slept soundly. Lil snored and clutched her Little Mermaid doll in her small hand. Angela wondered if Father ever touched Lillian the way he touched her and pushed the thought from her head. It hurt her heart to think of

migraines, she feared getting up abruptly would trigger the habitual nausea, so she took a deep breath and relaxed her tense muscles, opening her senses to her surroundings. A refreshing whiff of salty air filled the room and the distant rumbling sound of crashing waves against rocks soothed her. Those were familiar to her, after living by the ocean for the last four years. Her lips curved up as she smoothed the soft bed linen under her palms. As she stretched on the mattress that hugged her body, she reached up and tucked her hands under the pillow. Extra soft, probably stuffed with goose feathers.

It was past noon when my rest was interrupted by the harsh bright light from the large window across the bed. I looked over to see that it was my wife standing beside the window, holding the heavy fabric curtains to the side and allowing the intense daylight to flood into the small bedroom. She had a look of disapproval atop her face as she scoffed and walked away towards the kitchen. I got up quickly after, knowing that her attitude would only worsen the longer I stayed in bed.

He slipped out from the messy sheets, a tired yawn as his feet sank lightly into the below carpets. He reached for the lamp by the bedside table, a soft click as the room was warmly illuminated in its glow. Getting up onto his feet, he drew the curtains slightly to

I woke slowly, eyelashes fluttering gently as I blinked my way into reality-- gently rising from the slumber I had plunged into the night before. Sunlight was just barely sneaking through the bamboo blinds of my light pink room, leaving my bed in a shadow of deep purple as if it was afraid to pull me from my dreaming too soon. The room was still chilly and the floorboards a frigid slate of ice as I pulled on the slipper-socks that my mother had set beside my bed, and sleepily padded over to the window.

"Most people here either speak Hebrew or Kratonish. They are the two most common languages in the universe."

It was June 30th, Ben’s birthday, he was 13 years old. His Dad had promised him they would go swim at the lake and then go to a pizza place for dinner. Ben’s family is moving to Victoria, Canada because his dad had a new project, which was to teach a chimpanzee sign language. And they had to move to Victoria because that was the only university that would sponsor him.

The wind pushed the tent back and forth without stopping. Rain beat against the sides of the tent. It leaked through leaving droplets of water on the inside. We could feel the rain dripping on our heads, drenching our hair. We both knew that there was no way of getting back home. Lily and I sat on the air mattress, huddled together with two blankets on top. I also had on my blue sweatshirt. I never take it off. We looked through the little screen window on the side of the tent. The clouds weren't letting up. The pole of the tent shook in the wind, but we didn’t give it much thought. It wiggled. Back and forth. Back and forth. Then - pop!

The sky was not blue. It was dark and gray, filled with large cumbersome clouds. Raindrops were trickling down to the ground. The rhythmic beat was entering my ears, and the depressing and fearful vibes were spewing in the house.

There was little to no one in the library. The crowd of people seemed to diminish more and more as night came closer. Baekhyun was stuck with his usual shift and he was bored to death. The library was always to quiet at night; the few people left never interacted with each other. Baekhyun felt like he was going to fall asleep any second and he still had fifteen minutes until it was time to lock up. His eyelids kept fluttering shut and it was getting harder to keep them open. His eyelids closed once again and this time he didn't bother to keep them open.

The alley’s light gleamed Bruce’s path. It was if as the alley knew what time Bruce walked this path. “Ring,Ring,Ring,” Bruce’s phone echoed. When Bruce had hung up the phone his panic dropped the phone. He rushed through the muddy puddles. “How”,“When”,WHY!!,” Bruce repeated these words in his head until it hurt. He rushed out of darkness,and the bright powerful lights of the New York’s Hospital shined Bruce’s grubby,filthy face. He rushed into the clean, white room. He asked the receptionist women, “where is she, where is she, my love.” The receptionist asked if he was Bruce. He replied, “Yes” she pointed to the room and without saying anything bruce darted into the room. There she was, dying,suffering,being tortured by her body, and no one could do anything to help her. Bruce lightly tapped Bella, telling her that he had arrived for her. Bruce knew if he didn’t arrive home soon there would be punishments. He again tapped Bella’s arm, to let her know that he was leaving. She weakly requested a kiss, and Bruce kiss her than closed the door behind him.

In the midst of a great forest dwelt a forsaken dowager, who had a daughter which mourned the loss of her father. The girl, Ora, who has currently locked herself inside her room was gazing out the window. Since the disappearance of her father, she has felt no happiness.

As the guide finished his sentence, Yuki dropped to the ground, like a lifeless body. Her Mother rushed to her and discovered she was as pale as a ghost. She had gone out cold. The heat had finally succeeded in knocking someone out, the dust ran wild in the air, attracted to her white body. The sun, shun sharply over the vast amount of barracks that surrounded them.