A Short Story : A Story Of A Story

Crunching rocks filled the girl's ears as she woke up. Allison was unaware that she had ever fallen asleep. She opened her eyes and glanced at her phone, which had stopped playing music about an hour ago, based on the fact that it had reached the end of the playlist. "Wake up honey, we're here," Allison's mother whispered. Allison sat up straight and looked out her window. The sun was shining bright for the first time in ages. Allison suddenly spotted her friends walking their horses to the stables.

Nick fidgeted with his train ticket and bent the corners. He buttoned and unbuttoned his flannel shirt and he re-tied his shoelaces. He could now see the train slowing to a stop as it pulled into the station. It was big and loud. Nick couldn’t remember the last time he had been on a train. Nick stood up. He picked up his things.

When the rumble vibrated the walls of her home Amanda experienced a curious comfort in listening for the next scheduled train horn as it crept through the crooked tunnel, then the clang, clang as it drew closer to the bridge, she knew that all was well in her world if the train wasn't late.

“C’mon Alyssa!” She grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my frozen state, Practically lifting me off my feet. My heartbeat sped up I could hear nothing but the sound of heavy footsteps behind me, my heartbeat, my deep heavy breaths. The foot steps behind me weren't running but walking, walking after us. We ran up into her yard and opened her door fast and slammed it shut. I watched in shock as her fiddled with lock on the door.

"Yeah... Last week I remember someone angered her and then she made the Air level low and that person couldn't breath! And then she brought the air back but it was poisonous! I think Jinx helped her........ And now I think I'm panicking for nothing-" The girl started.

The neighborhood came to an end at a crossroad. Rowan ran across the street, heart beating in her ears. She didn't stop until she was well down the sidewalk, then slowed back into a jog. Blue Pine Drive, read the green street sign at the corner. A feeling of hope fluttered inside her chest. Just a few more blocks, and then she would be safe. Slowly, her heart beat stopped racing and slipped into the same rhythm as her feet slapping the concrete. She concentrated on keeping each breath

Anne and Jacob met in the street and ran together down the block, shoes flying off the pavement. Around the corner came the car, nearly hitting them, but they held hands and kept running. Suddenly, they swerved out of the street and onto the grass. Up the giant oak tree they climbed, then sat there, catching their breath.

Lily got up and bolted to the door the rest of the group followed except for Nicole

Sun dipped into the train through the passing houses. Dan grasped his ticket as he tried to sleep on the rough seat. The train rushed along the tracks with a constant reassuring hum. He was trying to think about who was desperate enough to still talk to him at school. He must have gone to sleep and dropped his ticket, like an idiot.

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.

From his house, Cole starts walking down the main street of the city. People bustle all around him, and he is shoved in all directions. Desperate to avoid the flow of pedestrians, Cole pushes through to the side of the road, out of the way. I can finally rest, he thought to himself. Just when all seemed calm, he hears a loud sound on his right. Turning, he sees that there is a huge machine passing on a bridge near him. I think it’s called a train , he wonders. The massive machine speeds across the city with a thundering noise. What a monstrous yet beautiful invention. How could anyone even think of something of such complexity… His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by another man who shouts, “Get out of the way kid, I’ve got a job to be at!” He then shoves Cole, knocking him to the side, and continues walking.

The tip of the fluffy, light brown tail disappeared around the corner. I gave chase. My paws pounded on the hard ground, scattering pebbles, and the wind ruffling my fur made me feel like I was flying. I was gaining on it. If I could reach it before he reached the grove of trees…

Many conflicts can occur in a normal teenage girl's life. This one, however, was very far from what you would call a ‘normal’ conflict. It wasn’t the troublesome morning in which I couldn’t figure out what to wear, or when I had realized that my sister, Lucinda, had snatched something from my bureau because she couldn’t decide on what to wear (both of which were common) but it was something much more. Deep jealousy fueled the feeling of bloodthirsty thoughts that were all concentrated on one person. Eleanor.

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

When stories are told and tales are made up, you think of great heroes, random loot and epic adventures. Well see here’s the great ordeal we run into with those stories. They are so damn boring! You can always guess what will happen in the end. Not to mention the heroes always win with impossible odds! You essentially waste your time listening to some want-to-be story teller and their made up shenanigans. You must be thinking “what is this old drunk fool blabbing about this time?”