A Short Story : A Story?

He wasn’t with his friends and he could be himself and think. He thought about her more often at night because he kept thinking about if she was real or fake.

He glanced up to where the princess was sitting, but only to realize she was no longer sitting there. Thoughts raced through his head; not only thoughts of fright but also hopeful wishes to find his lover behind the door. He was unsure of how this could be possible, but oh how

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

All at once, she wondered a million things. Was Gavin inside waiting for her? Had she missed him completely? Or had he always been there, lurking in the shadows? It was a disturbing thought that he might have

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

He continued scouting out the window, the face haunting his thoughts. The surprising realism didn’t perplex him; it was the stare. He couldn't shake the feeling there’d been intelligence behind the eyes. Too bad he didn't get a photo. She was lost forever. He did have the next best thing, though—his notebook. He'd been writing and drawing stuff in it for the last couple of years. He could draw Cloud Girl and show it to his mom when she woke up.

After asking his last question, he wondered if his trust in her was misplaced. Was she really as much of a victim as she appeared to be? Or was she a part of this scam? He observed, now that they were standing rather closer to one another than they had, that her incredible beauty was certainly unlikely. In fact, he was suddenly taken aback by her

He sat down, and fidgeted with his shirt sleeve, then turned to her, "Aww, come on, what does one kiss hurt?

“What’s th” she was cut off as Neal lowered his lips to hers and kissed her delicately. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief and then closed as she enjoyed the feel of his soft lips, but not for long. She pushed him away. “What are you doing?!”

Some of those thoughts slid by the way side as she watched him. The taunts of his muscles, the way they flex as each punch landed seemed like a distinct reminder of her fight last night with Leon . She gave an involuntary flinch before her eyes slid down further. Her body gave a totally different reactions to tighten and released of his chest and the strength of his hips made her think of pure sex.

The young man stood in the center of the empty cathedral. The morning sunshine still struck the floor through the snow glazed windows, and there in the light from the stained glass, Cyrus Ainsworth saw the mirage of a young woman. Unlike his ghostly and understated appearance (though not unattractive), he recalled her bold and dark features, ink on the canvas of her fair yet still warm skin. Ringing like the bells in the chapel do, he remembered her strong yet soothing voice calling out for the last time, and the detail of the way she composed her every movement with such elegance, and even when she lay motionless, it was with grace. She was truly an angel in his eyes, but an angel that had now fallen.

Riley was confused, she looked around wildly, she was about to bolt. Derek stepped up and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Ouch!” I heard Drizella whine from the back of the carriage. She was plucking her eyebrows as our transportation hit a bump in the road. We were on our way to our new step-father’s house. Drizella is not the biggest fan of him, but Mother says he’s loaded, so personally I see no problem with him. Our carriage slowed, and we pulled up to a dark, wooden house. It wasn’t a poor house by any means, but it was a bit shabby. This was entirely disappointing. “Mother!” I screamed. “I thought you said this man was rich!”.

The dream kept repeating itself and every time the woman would become a much more prominent figure in his mind. She seemed to be a sort of beacon of hope that he had been longing for these past two years. His mind as a detective knew that there was something there and he would not stop until he found out what it was.