A Short Story : A Story?

‘Well I think that's enough adventure for today let's go inside it's getting a little dark. I don't want Grandma knowing about this. She would kill me and you!”

“I’m sorry to hear that your mom is sick, she really does care about you. I’m sure it’s not easy having to accept her death, especially because she is the only family

“Darlin’, I’m so sorry that happened to you of all people. You are so sweet and kind. It’s just a downright shame.” Fiona reached out to stroke Casey’s trembling hand. “Go ahead and take your time, we have all day if need be. Why don’t you tell me about your daughter? I’m sure she was lovely.”

“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.

She heard the door close softly behind her, and wondered who else was up this late. She didn't turn to face them, she couldn't care less at this point.

“Give me my book back, you grommet-head” I hear her shout. “Make me” I quickly respond, which I know will annoy her since she has no control over getting her book back. “Why don’t you run back to Mummy?” I say in an attempt to make her feel powerless.

I went into the room; there she was sleeping like a baby. As I sat next to her, I could see how pale she looked. Austin was right; she looks depressed, something is not right. I decided to wake her up.

“I’ll have to call you back,” her mom whispered to Ms. Palmer, and set down her cell phone on the counter as she pressed the big red button on the screen. She swiveled on her stool to face Kacie halfway. Her expression was also halfway, paused between concern and annoyance.

“Do you think it's my fault for moms death?” Geana said as her eyes filled with tears

She had arrived to school and looked a little pale and shaky. This was an indication that something was up, but she kept yelling,“ I am fine!”

She was starting to acknowledge how far down in her memory she'd covered her teenage years. Each and every birthday new years Christmas and even her first date was spent in her great tall tale books.Piled high on her old book rack was every affection story disaster and experience fable you could think. From Cinderella and Prince Charming to The Princess and the frog , Mel was a tall tale herself.When she was 6, she accepted she could fly simply like Peter Pan , so she bounced off the cooler and broke her arm, Ms Abby was upset to the point that day. Her face covered in these books with nothing better to do than acknowledge cite and reqoute each line she knew like the back of her hand. She even put on plays with her encourage kin for Ms Abby,

“ what is it, are you ok.” his grandma said frantically. Then she took noticed to Ophelia and looked like she was going to faint.

It was silent, so very silent. She could almost hear the swish of her dress against her calves as she walked the paved paths that led off to different places and different people all around her. It had been months since their first meeting; winter had turned to spring, spring to summer, summer to fall, and now it had circled around back to the harsh cold and the onslaught of rain that came around every January once more. Her blonde hair, curled and plastered to the side of her head as was the style in these days was protected from the rain dripping from the sky with a simple black umbrella. Her skin was ghostly pale, and her face cleared of the makeup that was naturally on it, as no classy woman ever left the house until she was all done up these days.

On Friday, during the third week of her not saying a word to anyone, she finally came out of her room. This caused her mother and her grandmother to relax but not for long. Three

"We need to go now!" Carl reached down and pulled Jackey up with a rugged tug tghat flung her against his chest. Her soft skin was in perfect contrast with his bloodied and broken. Her face was slightly bruised but that too was a contrast to his battered face. The three of them moved out into the hallway as a single entity. in the distance were roars and demonic screeches and Jackey hesitantly let Carl lead her.