A Short Story : A Story?

My eyes open. A crisp, cold wind blows through my my window and hits my face.The whistle of the fall air flows through one ear and out the other. It was quiet. The sound of nothingness was fiercely stopped by the blaring on my alarm clock. October 13, 2015, at 9:30 AM, I roll over and hit my alarm clock, The repetitive sound disappears. I throw my sheets to the side and step onto the cold wooden floor. I grab a pair of

“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.

We begin on a dark night with wind whistling and crows cawing. It was fall of 2003, Mike and Erin were biking together. Suddenly they see a shadow in the distance and turned their bikes into a scare. Their Spines chilled and faces froze with fright. They fell down the hill that no one ever dares even lay eyes on. Stories told that there was a woman who died from wood chopping a tree that fell on her. Some people say you could even see her ghost. “Mmmm-ike? Are you ok?” Erin mumbled. Mike groaned in much pain. As Erin weakly stood up, He saw something hovering above Mike. “Mike I need you to listen to me” Erin exclaimed. “Don't move” Mike turned around and gasped! Above him was a stick tied to a tree. “Erin, are you messing with me?” Mike complained.

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

The condensed snow under my feet was crushed with every step. The snow was around four inches deep, my boots made a large enough indent, that I made a noticeable trail of holes with every step. The sun had vanished behind a mountain, the sky’s light had gone from an amiable orange, to a mellow blue. I could see outline of the moon between two clouds, and the air’s bite grew colder by the moment. I had taken a detour, past a thin slice of trees near to my neighborhood. Even for a forest, it was a cold, silent place. I used to come out to places like this as a kid, quiet places where I would sit and be alone for hours. I guess I forgot how often that was, but for the moment, I had something else to worry about.

A soft blanket of snow fills the road like an artist preparing a fresh canvas waiting for imagination to flow from his paint brush. Laughter fills the path as a group of children walk home from school. One of the children’s names was Catherine. She was basking in all the wonderful wintry-wonderland scenery. Instantly her feelings of awe and amazement were replaced by fear, replaced by petrifying fear, they were replaced by really, really, really petrifying fear. In the woods, a dark figure loomed about and then vanished. Alarmed, she pointed to where the dark figure was before it vanished. Almost at once she asked herself was this real or just a figment of her imagination? You decide.

The time was 8:34 p.m. on a warm night Halloween night. The strong winds swayed the trees back and forth violently and the moon wasn’t out. It was clearly not typical to have this kind of weather in Maycomb this time of year. You can hear the animals make their noises as they prepare for nightfall. Scout and I were heading back home from the pageant at the high school. We walked through the bushes and trees until Scout stops us. She said that she had left her shoes and I told her to get them tomorrow. As we continued on our journey home, I had heard something in the woods. I wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly at first but I assumed it was Cecil since he was the one to try to scare us earlier that night. We continued to walk home. Suddenly,

I sat on my bed looking out my window, until something came whizzing by. I jumped off my bed with an awkward bounce and ran downstairs. As I yanked on the door handle, I realized it had snowed last night. “Too late for that,” I muttered under my breath as the door finally decided to open. I ran straight towards the object from the sky, and as I reached for it, something terribly wrong happened.

I awake to a snowy morning filled with excitement, for it’s the beginning of the last week of school before winter break; December 19, 2011. I slip on a pink sweater with snowmen on it and walk into the living room. As I’m walking, I witness my mom letting my dog outside. The ghost makes her way through the snow, her fifteen year old body trembling; for she can’t hear or see the white mist falling around her.

As terrifying as it was, it was all the more scary when a limb shot out of the evergreen and shoved us away. We tumbled into the down comforter that was the soft, off path snow. It was abnormally soft, like a cushion to land on, and it all seemed to be as cold as dry ice. The tree was still. Murphy helped me take off my skis, as I did her. We struggled to grasp what had just happened. Walking to the other side of the tree, our confusion matched our curiosity. We stalked slowly to the other side. When our small bodies made it through the sickly thick snow, we thought our eyes deceive us. It was in fact, not a tree, but a human wearing a brown snowsuit that had shoved us away, from behind the tree. As our eyes drifted to where he was looking, we discovered he was studying a white squirrel. Though we wanted to scare it off, we snuck away quietly away so as not to ruin his research. At last continuing our trip down the hill, our young, golden bonds were to be shared for

This morning was crisp with a wisp of new autumn air flowing through the window where Jeremy Smith slept peacefully in his bed. He dreamed of the fall leaves swirling through the air, but then something changed. Jeremy tossed and turned becoming cold in his sleep as he could sense something near. Jeremy was awake now, but didn’t open his eyes for he was afraid of what would stand in front of him. He became ever colder as he heard it come closer. Once he was shivering with goosebumps he opened his eyelids just for a peek.

The night was too freezing for anybody to be out. The streets were calm and quiet, but every now and then, the silence was disturbed by the loud

It was amazing how silence could descend upon a dwelling when you took away all the power. The steady hum of air conditioning, the whirring of fans, the sounds of appliances. They all disappeared leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and the outside...and the outside here was howling with the snowstorm. He straightened up out of his office chair and shut his laptop, his large frame looming in the darkness and the floor making a slight creaking noise as he stepped from around his desk. His hand moved and he picked up one of the flashlights, the other picking up his phone as he called out just slightly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement outside the picture windows that covered two of the living room walls on my grandpa’s old farmhouse. My attention was immediately diverted from the television to the objects moving outside. I jumped from the floor to the revolving chair that sat facing the television. I spun the chair toward the windows and sat on the edge, peering through the cold glass. Directly outside the window was a thermometer reading fourteen degrees. The air was soupy and purple-gray clouds were faintly visible over the deep black of the night sky. The conditions were just right for snow, and I knew I had seen movement outside the window. Excitedly, I called my dad to my side to witness the impending snowfall. The snow was not as exciting for him as it was for me. He had grown up on this farm in Michigan, and snow on New

That first night in San Francisco was unforgettable. I was asleep for most of the airplane ride home. When I finally woke up everything looked so different. I saw the magnificent, glistening, blue ocean and a very large bridge. I stepped off the airplane and Amir asked me, “How are you doing Sohrab?” I said nothing.