A Short Story : A Story?

Dracora moaned. "I can't stand that man sometimes." She sat at her vanity and gave Trenor the brush for her hair.

Dorian smiled. “Ah Lady Cordelia, you’re powers of perfection makes you more lovely than all the stars in the sky.”

Her grandmother knew she wouldn’t come to the door because, assuming she was asleep, whenever she tried to rouse her awake she’d never answer.

Josh woke up with shivers down his spine. He thought that was odd, because usually he woke up and had to go pee. Nevertheless he rolled over, on his bed and checked his alarm clock. He hopped out of bed, and took two steps toward the door, and felt a moist, squishy texture under his feet.

A red haired girl smiled brightly as she holds her new doll, “It’s a pretty weird doll honey, why did you choose it, Karin?” Her mother asked, “Um, well, uh, I dunno.” Karin said, fumbling with her words, stared up at her mother with wide brown eyes, “It was really pretty so I got it,” she replied, her eyes shifting down to the doll every now and then. Nevertheless, the mother didn’t mind the doll since it made her daughter happy. Little did she know what that one finger meant.

The bus was going down the street, carrying students to hell, or what some people call school. Keith just happened to be one of those kids stuck on the bus. Keith didn't know anybody on the bus, so he sat alone in the front. The bus soon came to a halt in front of the school, and the students flooded off. Keith was one of the last people off, since he couldn't get through the line of people blocking the exit.

“Draco, I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal about this,” Pansy complained. “I’m cheer captain, it just makes sense that I congratulate the guy who scored the winning touchdown!”

Doctor Pax laughed and jumped to the ground. He landed on a dense layer of leaves which softened his fall.

It was the third time Nana had sprinted to the bathroom that day. She could not remember the last time she didn't feel her guts tumbling inside her and the intense metallic flavor invading her mouth. Could this be the jinn? she wondered, but then his face materialized in her mind, and her palms began to sweat. This became something almost routinary for her the following weeks, it was easy to conceal her secret without anyone noticing.

Shadows twirling, twisting, enveloping it’s all I see they’re surrounding me, choking me it’s dark I can’t see anything not like anything was there in the first place. I try to speak but I hear nothing. But I see a glowing in the distance like a candle but this was different it was eyes glowing eyes not blinking just staring it made me uneasy and a little nauseous. these eyes piercing the fog, peering into my soul this formless being filling me with dread like i’ve never felt, it took a step I felt as though the ground shook and with each step I felt worse and worse like I was dying I screamed but yet again no sound but I did hear.

Once upon a time, there was a young, wealthy girl named Rose More. It was close to midnight, and she still couldn’t sleep so she woke up, went outside, and began walking through her neighborhood. A little while later, a small house caught her attention, and there was an old, wretched woman staring at her through the window the whole time. Terrified, she tried looking away, but she couldn’t help but look at her. She didn’t want to ask her who she is but it just rolled off her tongue.

He stood in scrappy clothing, battered and dirty, holding a large wad of crisp green paper in his dirt stained hand. He stared at the money in his hand, then slowly raised his gaze to the garbage filled alley before him; deserted except for one other man. He was impossibly tall; dressed in a crisp three piece suit with polished black leather shoes. The sound of his shoes clicking on the garbage stained pavement was steady like the sound of the rain. There was no doubt about it- it was the man from earlier that day. Ezra stood frozen with indecision. Should he keep the money? Should he return it? He knew he had to make a choice. Turning, he fled down the street into the empty night sky.

For Eliasyn all she wanted was to go to National City it had been on her calendar all week, she had even asked her boss Tess “Mercy” Mercer if she could have a few days off. Of course, it was a week without pay and she'd have to be back earlier Monday morning. She never thought that she'd once again be back in Metropolis. Walking through the garden Eliasyn turned on her heels to look at Diana the woman that her father always spoke so highly of. “Lucky YOU!” Eliasyn exclaimed before laughing nervously. “I was forced to attend this stupid little event in his honor again. I mean he wrote another article about someone Superman goes up again and he gets an award. UGH! If only people weren't so blind.” Eliasyn growled under her breathe before hearing the words come from Diana's mouth about what she was capable of doing.

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.

Teresa looked out of the window and onto the short, dry grass of the front yard, where her siblings, Harold, Katherine, and Sarah, appeared to be having an argument. Teresa sighed, pushing open the window, and called out to them, “What’s happening?”