A Short Story : A Story Of A Story

It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.

In the morning, I awoke to my daughter babbling in her room and ready for breakfast. I made her

The next morning I woke up like about 10:00am because I was sooooooo exhausted the night before. Ran out of bed knowing that I was going to see all my cousins and all my family. First we went to my great grandma’s house and I saw most of my cousins over there and we

I cracked my eyes open, and I jolted up out of my bed. I hear the knock, and the door opens.

The door creaks as Alice slips inside my room. “Morning, birthday girl,” she sings. “I heard you talking on the phone so I knew you were awake.”

Phoenix kept his head down as containers and papers were flung off the storage table he was seeking solace under. He completely missed the fact that his amulet had slid out of his back pocket and was now laying on the floor. His eyes widened when he seen it laying there discarded, every time the other boy took a step he flinched, afraid that the heavy footed jerk would step on it and shatter it. Slowly he reached his arm out as far as he could, trying to hook one of his fingers around the small silver chain.

“Give it back!” I shout at Ashley Ashton with her perfect skintone and out-of-a-photoshoot-hair I wish I had bright and gleaming. “It isn’t yours!” Her sharkish smile brightened.

On July 21st, a serious crime had happened. The town of Eastville will never be the same. The people, animals, and the town had completely changed, especially Penny. Penny will never be Penny ever again.

I bask in the destruction as the symbols of the most powerful beings on Earth simply melt away. I shut my eyes and let the snow wash over my skin, arms outstretched. I open my eyes to Jensen chuckling. “What?” I ask.

James drags his wounded leg. Trenton stands, James fires, misses. The humanoid returns fire. Blasts James' chest.

Supper was always at six o’clock. Our one meal of the day, the highlight of our day. One stale slice of bread and one small pot of cold rice some suspected wasn’t even rice. A cup of water was also allowed to aid in washing down the miniscule amount of putrid food. Drinking the water thought could cause typhus. Supper was never a sufficient amount of food but it kept us breathing and denied us the energy we needed to attempt or even plan an escape. That was all the guards really wanted. Supper lasted around fifteen minutes although no one had a watch to properly time it. No one even knew what month it was; we just guessed it was autumn.

The red scarfed girl wanted the girl to try out for a dance team but her grandma dad and mom didn’t want her to do the try out because they think the pressure i gonna make the girl cry but the girl doesn’t care about the pressure after the girl laughed but when she got there she was scared she didn’t want to show her face then the teacher said what’s wrong and she stuttered and said i am not going then she bowed and twisted her hair in her red scarf and someone said what are u crazy?this is a once in a lifetime the teacher was concern why she didn’t want to go she lied and said she tried hard not to cry and she said my father wouldn’t let me…. The girl was

I heard a knock at the door. It was my best friend Greta! I was excited to see her, but something wasn't right. She looked absolutely terrified. I had wondered what had happened ,but before I could ask she said,"Heidi, I went home after dinner--my family Heidi!” She was crying hysterically. I replied, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She said,”It can’t wait till tomorrow!” She had finally told me what had happened her family was taken. I din’t know what to think. I told her that I might be able to help, however I don’t really know. I went to my bed. I couldn’t sleep almost whole night. Greta’s words thundered in my mind. I wanted to help her, but I din’t want to hurt my family. I knew that if I helped her that my family could get hurt. We could all get hurt.

It was 7:00 am, March 17, 2018, a Saturday in Japan. It was a beautiful normal day, the sun smiled happily peeking behind a marshmallow cloud at the Ortega family. The Ortega family came out of their old rusted apartment, into their old grey broken windowed car. The apartment was filthy and was covered in moss, and their car was as old as their ancestors. Their dad Isaac dove. He is 37 years old, tall, with hazel eyes, curly dark hair that was as fluffy as a rabbit’s cottontail, was a couch potato, and needed to work out. Isabella, the mom, is 31 years old, with long light brown hair, carribean blue eyes, short and skinny, and she is loving and hardworking. “Mommy”, Lily said kindly. “Yes, sweetie”, mom replied. “Mommy milk”, Lily said. Lily is a 2 year old, a late walker (which meant she could only crawl), with light brown curly hair, and carribean blue eyes. “Be quiet”, Emma yelled meanly. “Mommmmmm!”, Lily said. Lily started crying, so loud it sounded like someone clanging the cymbals. “You both be quiet” said John. Emma is 13 year old, a skinny bone jones, short (in John’s terms), long straight light brown hair, and ocean blue eyes. John was turing today 15, he is tall and likes baseball, he has pure hazel eyes, and dark brown curly hair. This family was going to a new dome shape baseball stadium and was watching the Yomiuri Giants V.S. Tokyo Yakult Swallows.

“Sally, Sally, the tree fell! The tree fell!” My cousins Eyad and Adham rushed to me, yelling ecstatically like they had just witnessed the coolest thing ever. I’d just walked through the front door carrying all of the bags filled with everything my other cousins and I had survived on for the past five days at my uncle’s house. At hearing this headline of news of what happened while I was gone, I dropped everything, and it all landed with a loud thud. I stared blankly at the children, confused and wondering what on Earth they were screaming about, knowing that they probably committed an action that was completely ridiculous, adorable, and dangerous as most things they did happened to be.