A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

“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.

“I feel like I’m going to fall and it’s getting dark so I won't be able to see where I’m going!” I said in sassy voice.

The soaring sandstone cliffs never cease to amaze me. They offer a freedom from everyday life. After being cooped up in a classroom all of January and February, I needed a break. Going to the slot canyons to the east of Zion was the perfect way to start that break. Spring break. Today my uncle Wade, older brother Tyler, and cousin Silver were going to climb cougars cliff, which is near Snow Canyon. This was the third time that I had ever gone rock climbing, so it seems reasonable to attempt the daunting 135 foot cliff. I climbed into a harness. Wade tied a double fisherman’s knot, and then the four of us approached the wall.

“Come on guys! It’s not even a hike anymore, we can walk to the top!” my dad exclaimed, gesturing towards the top of the mountain.

For the first ten feet or so we only came close to meeting our Maker four times, which I thought was pretty good. Once, I lost my grip and I found myself dangling by one hand from a ridge fifteen feet above the chasm. But I found another handhold and kept climbing. A minute later Mason hit a slick patch of moss and his foot slipped. Fortunately, he found something else to stand on—my face.

Me, my ten year old sister Vanessa, and my parents were trekking down the highway to go to the beach. I was eager to run onto the searing sand. We sat in the compact car.

Todd and Aaron arrived at the hospital around the same time. They were sprinting past the cameras and media outlets who were bombarding them with questions. They didn’t care about any of their questions. All they cared about was their father who had been shot during a morning workout at the bus barn. When they reached the front desk, the nurse directed them to the private room they had for Ed in the back of the west hospital wing. When they finally reached the room Aaron pushed open the door that felt as if it weighed one hundred pounds. They entered the room and saw their mother sleeping in a chair near the corner of the room with bags under her eyes. Aaron and Todd peered inside and saw the end of a hospital bed. The rest of it was hidden behind a curtain.

Morgana’s eyes snapped open the moment her chilled martini dribbled into her lap. She’d begun to nod off and lost her grip on the stem of her glass.

In a school, far away in Spain, lived a girl. She was brave, ignorant, and most of all, persistent. She would do anything- even if it was a joke. Sadly enough, this would lead to a deadly phenomenon in the sea.

Backh woke up on the first day of school he was going into the ninth grade and he was very excited, It was the year 10,000 BC and he lived somewhere in Europe. He went outside to check the temperature and it was pretty chilly so he went back upstairs to pick out his outfit. He was looking through all his furs and choose to wear his new woolly mammoth fur that he had gotten going school hunting the day before. So he went downstairs and ate his pterodactyl steak before going to school that his mom had cooked it for him before she left to go hunting. He ate his steak very fast and almost choked because he was so excited to go to school. Backhs house was very tall because that is the only way he can fit inside it with him being 10’4 and seven hundred fifty pounds, he was the biggest person to live in their village. As soon as he got finished with his steak he bolted out of the house to get to school.

I couldn’t believe it. Well actually I could. I had caught my first boyfriend cheating on me with some bitchy hoe from school.

It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son Sam was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. Sam has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Dakota, when I heard what sounded like Sam talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him. When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because Sam was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “Sam! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a sandwich. “Sam. Who were you talking to out there?” I asked. Sam looked up for a moment, “I was playing with my new friend,” he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. “Does your friend have a name? Why didn’t you ask him to have lunch with us?” I asked. Sam stared at me for a moment before replying, “His name is Funny Man.” I was a bit taken back by what he had said. “Oh? That’s a strange name. What does your friend look like?” I asked a bit confused. “He’s a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. He’s got long arms, with stripy socks, and he always smiles.” I

“I can beat you in a race to the house.” said my 5 year old brother Liam as he got off the bus. “Oh yeah, well let's find out.” I said. We started running, my brother was running full speed and I was jogging so he could beat me. We got to our nice house in Chicago and we went inside to get a snack and a drink. Then my Mom and Dad came home and said that we were going out to eat tonight then going to Dave and Busters. My Dad helped me on some of the games that way I could get a lot of prizes. I figured something was up so I asked him why he was being helpful to me and my brother on the games and took us out to eat and everything. (because he doesn’t like to go to eat very much during the week when we have stuff to do at home) “Well bud” he said. “You know how you said you didn’t want to move.” “Yeah” I said. “This time we have to move.” said my Dad. My jaw dropped and so did my brothers. “Where are we going.” said Liam. “We have to go to California for your Dad’s job.” my Mom replied. “But, but, my friends and my life here.” “I’m sorry.” my Dad cut in. The ride back home was silent in the truck. Nobody knew what to say to each other. Laying in bed that night I knew that my Mom and Dad already felt really bad so I didn’t want to make it worse. So the next morning I told my brother that he needed to be happy when we leave and not be so sad. He didn’t really listen to me so today he was really mad and crying when we were packing up our house. We finally got

The sand was a scorching heat, it burned our feet as we eagerly walked down to the ocean shore. Sea oats (tallgrass important to sand dunes and beach plant life) and tiny red and black ants were seen everywhere, covering the sand until we got closer to the sea. Small pieces of bright seashells were scattered all over the place, cutting and poking our feet as we walked around. Cigarette butts and trash from past visitors littered the beautiful sand. The beach was deep, making our feet sink down with every step. Shoes made walking around the sand hard, as they would just get filled with the white sand and make our feet heavier to lift up from the ground. People were everywhere, their brightly colored umbrellas and towels covering the entirety of the beach, adults and kids alike were rushing out into the waves with colorful surfboards and animal floaties. My purple bag chair was sitting just in the right spot for the waves to flow up to my feet and back down again. After awhile, the sand that's being taken in from the soft waves starts sinking the chair legs down. The chair starts leaning forwards, almost completely knocking me into the wet, sticky sand. Brightly colored Seashells come floating up next to me with the crashing waves, where I am low enough to the ground that I can quickly scoop them up before the ocean takes them away again.