A Short Story : A Story?

Bob said is that you Owen. Owen replied “yes”. Bob i've been trying to get to you all this time. Oh said Bob “I thought that you were a monster”. “No no no i'm a human like you Bob”. Owen starts to transform into a monster. Owen why are you changing? Because i'm no human being i'm a transforming monster. Bob tried to get out but he couldn't. Then John came to the rescue just in the nick of time. John knocked the monster out and helped Bob out. “Thanks John” said Bob. “No problem” said John. so they got to a creepy house that make them scared. “Y-y-you should knock” said Bob. “Fine because you're too much of a chicken” said John.The door opens but no one is there. They walk in the house and it looks like it just got cleaned. “But how is this place clean it's been sitting here since September 1, 1939 – September 2, 1945”. Said Bob. “Yea but maybe the Germans must have come here and rested in it”. Said john. “No the Germans would not come here not even the bravest person could stay in here for a night”. Said Bob. they explored every single bedroom and they found organs and limbs in jars. Then they had to go to the basement. They went down into pure

*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.

A few days later, an insane woman knocked on the girl’s door. The woman was looking for a letter and tried to barge into the girl’s house. The girl wasn’t surprised at all whereas she feels no emotions. She pushed the woman who was muttering to herself out of the house. The girl called the police because the gentlewoman kept on knocking.

Even though cuts were all over her arms she still always had the biggest grin on her face. Her eyes beamed with a mixture of blue and green as she said hi to everyone who passed her down the dark narrow hallway. She knew what to do, and where to go. She knew the drill. The drill of a mental hospital. Her name is Megan and she was my roommate at the hospital. She made things happy when things were sad. She would stay awake with me when I couldn’t sleep and talk about why I was in there; why I was staying there for seven days.

It was a bright and sunny morning in the city of Istanbul, the streets were full of people and vehicles rushing to their destinations. A small but beautiful looking home stood in front of the Bosporus. It had a white picket fence and roses growing everywhere. Inside the home, a man who looked to be in his late 40’s sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while his wife was cooking breakfast at the stove,” Aisha, I am going to be late where is Elif?” he questioned.

It was a perfect day to be outside. No breeze to blow clouds in front of the sun that was making my brother and I faces bead with sweat as we hopped out of his SUV. The drive through the gravel backroads was harsh. We were bouncing everywhere because he needed to replace his shocks on his red 4 runner.

A few days had passed and things seemed to have quieted down for me. Not too much was happening on the school front which was surprising because I had figured Keri Mahan and her cohorts would’ve done something completely horrible to me by now other than just defacing my locker. But it appeared as if they were biding their time.

High above a wasteland, in a remote part of the planet, Vigiti, the sky itself began to bend. With the sound of thunder, three beings slammed into the planet's surface, the air rippling around the impact crater that had been made. The shortest one, a white haired and silver eyed man, floated above the crater rim and scanned the horizon. His silver eyes widening and narrowing as they focused in the vast distance, his ears picking up every sound made across the planet. After two seconds had passed, he waved the other two forward and they followed him as he took off into the air. The tallest one, a green haired and green eyed woman, flew to his right while a black haired and red eyed man flew to his left. The power of the trio was so great that the trees and water they flew over bent under the pressure of their presence, they were as gods... almost.

Tears pour out as I sob uncontrollably. I walk around with grief and regret. I drag my feet along the chilly floor wandering around the house as if I was lost. I hold onto my pounding heart as tears fall from my eyes nonstop. I grasp the knob that leads to an empty room. I stare at the dull pink walls surrounding the room that used to be filled with joy and happiness, but it’s now a quiet place filled with dread. The whole house was filled with despair. I completely zone out and stumble upon a rock solid bed. Curling up I buried my tear stained face into a soft and fluffy pillow. Slowly my body starts to fall into a deep sleep. That night I did not have a breathtaking dream, but instead a memory. A memory that would forever leave a profound bruise on my soul.

"Wait. You knew him? Personally?" Liz fights the urge to smile as the radio buzzes to life in the background, the sound of a smooth voice echoing through the silent room. All eyes are on her-- but she hardly notices, or cares. She remembers the moments, those unforgiving moments that began in Washington D.C, and lead to near human extinction.

The sky was dark and threatening rain as I pulled up to Moore Family Funeral Home. I had passed by the old white building many times, but I never thought I’d be attending a funeral here. And I never thought it would be one for my best friend.

In the distance, an ominous building rose into the sky, blocking all sunlight. The sun had been beating down on us the whole trip, so the shade from the building felt nice. “Now that's more like it,” Hubert said. I gave a slight nod, and continued walking. Hubert put his hands behind his head, and walked a bit faster. Hubert was a tall, well rounded kid, with a great sense of humor. He was a kind guy, but something about him, gave me this odd feeling. We neared the building, becoming more and more anxious. A metal plate above the door became more visible spelling, Atai Products.

Her feet crunched on twigs and dried leaves. It was almost autumn. The winds were getting colder. She could tell by the harsh cold grazing her cheeks. Pristine wove in and out of Silva’s legs, curling her tail around her ankles. Silva brought along Pristine for protection incase whatever was out there in the world would harm her. She felt the need to be a little more precautious. She was after all venturing into the world, without any idea what was going to happen. Now that she thought about it, doubt clouded her mind. Should I have done this? Should I have left grandmother all alone? She must be worrying. Now, I am worrying. Would grandmother be alright by herself? She will be fine,, and you will be too. Now get a move on and hurry, the sun has almost risen. Silva sped up her pace, and tripped over a tree root. She let out a squeal, her arms spreading out to catch her when she fell, but before she could, a hand grabbed her arm pulling her up.

As the young woman clung to the picture a single tear rolled down her cheek. She could not believe that it had been 363 days, 4 hours and 7 minutes since the day. As she walked downstairs and plopped down on the couch covered with dust, she smelled the sharp stench of alcohol. Of course, her mom had her morning 5 shots of vodka mixed with, you don’t even want to know.

It was a dark, dry night in Johnny’s shed. Johnny was staring at the roof of his room. Hungry and tired, Johnny imagined how the next day would be. The shed was cramped. After a long day of work, Johnny was exhausted. Johnny worked on the field, helping his mom plant crops and look for food. Johnny was a poor kid with a rough background. His dad, Nick, died after a bear attacked the house. Johnny was just seven at that time. Nick would walk into johnny’s head every night. Every day when Johnny reflected upon his day, his dad’s words would come in and out of his brain. For Johnny, it was almost impossible to forget about his dad. But this was not Johnny’s only drastic event he had to live through. Johnny had a brother by the name of Andrew. Johnny lover Andrew, he was funny and always cheered Johnny on. When Andrew died, it impacted his mom so hard that she had a nervous breakdown and Johnny had to work all day taking care of his mom and his house. Johnny’s mom is just recovering and is now taking care of the household. Now, Johnny is working hard to take the place of Andrew and Nick, his loved ones.