A Short Story : A Story?

“Don’t try hiding from me Smaug i’m not in the mood.” I say, turning to shift my gaze on a black scaled dragonborn clad in leather training gear bearing a faint smile finding it slightly amusing that I could spot him “And why is that Sora we’ve always been friends and plus i’m just here to tell you the good news” He says through a sly toothy grin that just reeks of mischief “What did you do now you snake?” Smaug despite being younger by a year takes pride in his superior stealth, intelligence and charisma being able to talk or sneak out of any tough situations, but these skills are always used solely for his own gain financial or otherwise “Nothing conniving just that I bailed you out with father in fact you should be thanking me for all the trouble I went through.” As he says this I can’t help but be surprised and slightly relieved but all the same i’m still curious as to his true intentions “Altright what's the catch? There’s always a catch with you.” The look on Smaug’s face says that I played right into his trap” Well, now you are in my debt and I shall not forget what you owe me Sora be sure of that.” He pauses “Oh yes by the way Trico was looking for you h said something about a rematch from yesterday.” Him saying this makes my head hurt, after the night i’ve had, the last thing I need is a fight “Thanks for the update” I say sarcastically “No problem Sora what are friends for” he says while resting his hand on my shoulder before walking past and entering the barracks brandishing his classic brand of condescending swagger.

"Wait. You knew him? Personally?" Liz fights the urge to smile as the radio buzzes to life in the background, the sound of a smooth voice echoing through the silent room. All eyes are on her-- but she hardly notices, or cares. She remembers the moments, those unforgiving moments that began in Washington D.C, and lead to near human extinction.

His feet sunk deep into the fresh snow as he picked his way down the sidewalk, hood up, watching the crystal flakes drift past and fall onto a silent street. It was dark enough for his vision to be blocked, 5:30 at night. Malaki was out without parental permission, but he didn’t care. He was sixteen, he could make his own decisions. He was out “studying” with a few friends, if studying means partying that is. His parents should’ve been in bed when he got home but just in case Maliki would sneak in through his window. He crawled in his window, the room pitch black. He went to turn his light out but his mom had beat him there. She flicked his lights on and crossed her arms. Her husband shook his head.

Even though cuts were all over her arms she still always had the biggest grin on her face. Her eyes beamed with a mixture of blue and green as she said hi to everyone who passed her down the dark narrow hallway. She knew what to do, and where to go. She knew the drill. The drill of a mental hospital. Her name is Megan and she was my roommate at the hospital. She made things happy when things were sad. She would stay awake with me when I couldn’t sleep and talk about why I was in there; why I was staying there for seven days.

It was a freezing winter day and our whole family was inside huddled in one room by the fire place with a piping hot cup of cocoa with two or three marshmallows in it. Although it was warm inside Sarah and I wanted to go outside to the library anyways because we loved reading… well not so much Sarah but since I'm her brother we kind of did everything together. “Mother, Father” I said “ can me and Sarah go outside to the library?” they both paused and gave each other that one overprotective look and they said “John you only just turned 13 last week and Sarah's only 11” I realized that we would have to sneak out so when we were done Sarah and I quietly snuck out while the parents were distracted discussing things I wasn't paying attention to.

Everything began that night with the ringtone of my phone, echoing through my dining room.

During breakfast she was thinking of ideas on how to get 200 million dollars. Her ideas involved her working in a car wash service or be an employee for a cafe, but she was young. Nobody would want her as a worker. Then an idea struck in.

I knew this was it, nothing else matter. I felt out of my body in this moment. The water turn on by itself. The water was the most beautiful thing I have seen in so long. Nothing could compare to the release the water will bring me. The way I will feel no more pain, because the water came me the release I’ve been craving. I lower myself into the tub. I lay down and took my last breath of air. I then submerged my head into the water.

Steve, Stewart, Vanessa, and bill are running around the front yard. They are throwing leaves around. Steve has a soccer ball and kicking it back and forth with his twin Stewart. Whale inside the small, quiet house Charlotte and Susannah are on their phones. Than Sidney, Savanna's mom walks in and asked if they were on snapple-chapple. "Mom it is called snapchat and why does it matter to you?"

"   Doctor Millred glanced at the grandfather clock across from Lady Carol's door. He checked his pocket watch. "Oh, my look at the time Sigmund do you think they will be delayed any farther ?"

It was a sunny day meaning only the main street lights had to be on during the day. Sarah Gamble was outside drawing messages in the mud when her mom called her inside. “Wipe your feet and help me clean up for our guests. They’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.” Sarah had heard about her cousin Travis, but had only imagined the details of his personality. She dreamed of a strawberry blonde with cute freckles and a goofy smile. A boy with an imaginative brain and an adventurous spirit just like her.

That night as she readied herself for bed, her younger sister Janna burst forth into Alayna’s rooms, dressed in her nightgown and robe. On the cusp of becoming a woman herself, the younger Tyrell girl flung herself into her sister’s arms and began to wail. “Don’t go! Don’t go! You can’t leave me here alone! Please stay!” The girl pleaded.

After visiting with Marlene and Jerry, picking up her purse, ready to leave, Margaret said, “It is getting late. We should go on home,”

Flying through nighttime, I raced with my fellow ghost friend Laura on the abandoned roads.

Lucy, startled, sat bolt upright in bed. She stood there puffing for a moment, before lying back down, the old bed creaking under her weight. Her mind was racing. The strange woman in her dream seemed so familiar that she could have sworn it was -