A Short Story : A Story?

Poppy cleared his throat and began again, “You also need to promise me that you’ll always remember your family loves you. There never should be a time where you feel alone in the world. Swear you won’t let yourself forget?”

“Last year today was the day your mom left for the war” he whispered mournfully.

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

"Where is that coming from." I said to myself completely distressed at this point. I was trying to catch my breath but I knew I needed to figure out what was going. The first thing I decided to do was go check my house, so I began to run again.

“There was a boy who ran in here who I followed,” I said impatiently. “That-that thing got to him first. I don’t know what happened to him.”

I unbuckled my car seat and leaned forward to see my mother’s tear stricken face. I had never seen my mother cry with such sincerity. Her mascara streaking down her cheeks, creating canals of charcoal grime that tarnished her otherwise flawless face. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she attempted to talk through another sob. The sight of her pulled me back to only minutes earlier when

Millicent observed as her mother got up from the bed and gave her a kiss on the forehead, pushing a lock of sweaty hair behind the ear, turned and she walked away, without another sound. Millicent got out of bed and walked to her window that looked out at the street of the neighborhood, she thought it was probably a little after midnight, since the neighboring lights were off, expect for the light post almost directly outside her house, she looked down

I walk deeper into the woods hoping to find him soon. I call for him one more time, when he doesn’t answer I turn around to head back to the cabin and leave. I can’t see. I don’t know where I am or where I am even going I pretty sure at this point I am lost. I continue to walk hoping to get out of here. I hear something move. I stop. It moves again. This time it is closer. My heart begins to race.

“Somebody help me!” a woman’s voice screams. Before I can even say anything, I see Lucca sprint towards the cry for help. I didn’t expect anything different, he is always quick in the presence of danger. I quickly run to try to keep up with him. He finds who was crying for help.

“I have something to ask you about. I long time ago. Right after Mommy died, I was very sad. And I cried a lot. But I was afraid if you saw me cry it would make you sadder than you already were.”

I push my red hair behind my ears, as I lift the half-awake man in my hands. The unknown man was getting paler and paler as he lost more and more blood. This is no use, I have no phone on me and no car. Struggling to pick up the guy I steadily walked to my house.

“I don’t want to lose another to this war. Your father's death was hard enough,” my mother sobbed in a weak, innocent voice. Before I am able to say anything, the king’s guards drag me

It was a hot afternoon in the summer of 1896 when the Stranger in Black Denim rode his horse toward the godforsaken town on the backside of the Oklahoma Territory. Stopping on the outskirts of town, he heard the windmill’s broken vane rhythmically click-clacking with each turn in the steady west wind. The dry-scraping sound of its pump echoed the plight of the town: too little rain, not enough water. Many of the storefronts were boarded up, and few people were walking its dusty streets. Surviving this ecological downturn were the town hall, a livery stable, a general store, a saloon, and a hotel.

I’m in a dark, damp room that looks nothing like my own. A tiny, dirty window lets in a ray of light. A machine attached to the wall flashes a little red light in time to the deafening beeps. I start to panic. Where am I? What happened? Was I kidnapped? I try to think of where I was last, but all I can remember is getting into my peaceful bed at-

“I hope things are always like this dad. The village, the people, our family. I wish for eternal peace.”