A Short Story : A Story?

I nodded. “If we ride down there we have to dismount to get past, and if do that they’ll grab us.”

She frowned but took his arm as they walked to the fence. “So this is it? All we have to do is cross this fence and we’re in Mexico? I’d heard about wading across the Rio Grande.”

He left the office and went straight to the bedroom. He was going to see if there was anything that he could change into, but he immediately just collapsed on the bed.

I awoke from my bed and saw my sister’s eyes filled, all of a sudden she shouted, “Mama is sick, wake up, mama is sick!”

I ran and I ran as fast as I could, Athena called my name Jack you are a chicken, come back I need you! As I ran away I went to a police station and which I told him everything as the chief replied she will be locked up for good. The next day on the news I saw here poster saying missing and charged with 5 accounts of murder. For two months I felt like something was watching me. Then I flipped on the tv the very night I was creeped out I saw an insane girl found dead. As I looked over my shoulder in the mirror next to the tv I saw Athena dead. Shouted dad. Ahhhh! I exclaimed, oh it was just a story Haden I promise my dad said calmingly. In that moment I realized it was not a story, it was true as I look at my dad's piercing blue eyes I saw Athena was my dad's sister.

My lip was bulging as blood mixed with salty tears. The metallic taste was filling the gap that was left on my face. The gap felt rough whenever I touched it in the slightest bit. Slowly and painfully, it turned red, then purple and then back to my normal skin tone which, almost made me pass out like Sleeping Beauty. My lip felt like there were arrows going into my mouth and out my throat. I let out a high pitch scream that woke up all of humanity. Everything after that was a blur. I didn’t understand what was happening. I looked like the cousin of Joker and I talked funny just like him. Maybe, I could have been his twin sister rather than his cousin. I will explain everything, it time.

Joe woke up. He turned his head to the left to look it at his clock. It read June 28 2020. He could feel the warm summer air in his room and the smell of breakfast coming from down the hallway. He opened his door and looked down the hallway and saw his father cooking bacon and eggs. He could hear his mom in the shower listening to music. He walked down his hallway say “good morning” to his dad as he walked by his dad. His dad just looked in his direction and kept cooking. As he sait down he felt something was off about his dad. His dad was a very talkative person with something always on his mind dieing to tell anyone.

This is the story of a girl and her siblings trying to help her family that they never knew about before to find a missing parent, that they thought was on a business trip.

Linda entered Melina’s room and saw the note she left. She was heartbroken. Crying from her mistakes and realizing what she should have done. Went to find Melina all alone to not track attention to others. Melina walks to the opera and hiding her trails. She was alone in the dark night and trying to find her way. It was difficult to see where she was headed. Instead of walking around in circles she stayed put and slept in a alley just for tonight. Morning came and Melina was up. Found the opera and entered.

He still looks the same from a year ago. His skin was still just as pale. His crooked eyebrows were still just as crooked as before and his horribly cut hair was just as bad.

The bright neon yellow walls of my room glowed as my screen lit up my face. My eyebrows were knitted together in concentration. I heard the front door swing open causing me to break from my focus.“Alana, I’m home and have a surprise.” I wonder what surprise she could be talking about, my birthday isn’t for another 6 months, and she doesn’t plan things for it this early. I swung out of my room and down the steps to find my mom holding 3 giant presents and a grocery bag. I looked around to see piles of flattened boxes laying on the ground in the living room. “No.” I whispered. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t. “No, n-n-no, no, no!” I screamed in defiance, running to the stairs, skipping steps to get away from my mother as fast as I could.

The car came to a stop, making a rumbling noise as the engine dies. I see a light and a sign that says Molly's Motel, I gather my things and get out of the car into the pouring rain. I run onto the porch of the old, victorian house. Inside has an old musty smell, the room is lit with burning candles. I then remind myself that it's only for one night. I walk over to the counter, where an old woman with white, crazy hair, stood playing with her pen. On the away over there, one of the board floors snapped and I fall into the floor. I push myself out from the floor, then continue to the counter. Caught up in her fascination with her pen, I clean my throat.

“Jonathan I swear to god if you keep making that noise I’ll take that foot and cut it off!” I stop tapping my foot at Abby’s threat. I know she wouldn’t actually do that, but that doesn’t make me any less intimidated by her.

Hazel peered into the mirror, examining every inch of herself; long caramel hair cascading around her shoulders, cold green eyes, thin pretty face, slim figure, green dress falling to her knees, one sleeve wrapping around her right shoulder like a toga. A shimmering dress, that was worthy of prom.

Lilith laying on the ground helplessly on the side of the road had just woken up from an eventful night. But the problem was, she has no clue what happened. Beep! “Ahhhhh… where am I, and why am I lying on the ground?” she said puzzled. Getting up slowly she pulled out her phone and called the nearest taxi driver.