A Short Story : A Story?

Luke slowly pulled his chin out of his hand. “I dreamed last night that the girl was found, Dad.”

“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.

“WHAT?! Oh my God!” she screamed with a hint of crying. She bolted out the door, grabbing my brother by the arm, started the car and rushed to the hospital leaving Chloe and

“You used adrenaline,” stated the mother, her hoarse voice crackled. She glided her hand across her eldest daughter causing her eyes water, “Then I guess it's time.”

“Dad, Dad, come on! Wake up,” Simba cried nuzzling up against his dad’s neck. “Heeelp! Somebody help! Anybody?”

He dismounted and held his arms up to help her down. Nodding her understanding, she tried moving her numb legs, but this shifted her off balance. She fell.

“Ana… Ana wake up. Wake up!” Izzy shouted; shaking Ana roughly. “What … what time is it?” Ana moaned. She was annoyed she had been woken up in the middle of a good dream. “It’s eleven o’ clock; we must have been exhausted last night.” Ana jumped out of bed and ran to take a quick a

I turned to my dad, who had dozed on a few times, stroked his wife's content face, and whispered to him, "She's is holding on for us."

He jumped a little, and his eyes scanned the room. Rina stepped back, as he reached out an arm and patted the air like a blind man.

After a stressful 30 minutes of listening to phones ringing and "I'm Edward Danvers..." and "Yes I'm wondering..." and "Officers..." Tyla finally heard her dad say "Tyla, I need to see you."

“I don’t know, you might of missed his tail was up not tucked.”Dad said nicely.

“Saff,” she said, bending down to her level. “Daddy and I have to go away for a bit. We’ll be back soon, but, in the

Everyday at 8:02 it happened. Cecillia saw a pattern, her mother would visit her at this time everyday. The same queasy feeling would be brought back like it was on the way to the beach that morning.

Madeline stopped dead in her tracks when she saw that Gabriel’s things were gone from the room when she returned. Had he left her? She shook her head, trying to calm her anxious heart. Gabriel didn’t seem like the type that would just up and leave because she was uncertain about what she wanted. It seemed more likely that he had just moved to a different room.

Her mind grew fuzzy when she stared into her father's eyes, “Barry.” Was the only thing she could bring herself to muster out when she heard that Cisco had succeeded in bring him back home, back to Central City with her, where he belonged. The Iris West he had fallen in love with, was she still that same person? She tired to do what he told her too. She tried to keep running, never stopping to look back and in the process she lost a part of herself. She put up walls, never allowing the others see her mourn for the man she had lost to the speed force, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was changeling trying to convince everyone around her she wa fin when she wasn’t really fine. She feared at any given moment she would lose what little composer she had, crumbling to the floor in a pool of tears and heartache. She might not have been the Iris that he had fallen in love with all those years ago, but hopefully with help from him she could pick up the broken pieces of herself, putting them back together the best she could. So she could somewhat resemble the woman he once knew.