A Short Story : A Story Of A Story

Addison and I started heading towards the deep, gloomy forest. There were only a few rays of light, shining through the closely packed trees. I jumped all of a sudden when the birds came flying out of the trees making scary noises. I pulled my jacket closer. The branches we’re swaying back and forth making a swishing sound. I know that wouldn’t stop me from exploring in the forest. Together, Addison and I walked slowly through the muddy, dirty ground full of leaves and decayed fruits, giving a strange and unpleasant smell. We walked deeper and deeper into the forest. “It looks like we are getting closer and closer to the old barn. Probably a mile more to go,” I said, looking at the map my uncle lent me. “Lets stop and rest for like five minutes, because we already walked almost one and a half miles,” Addison said tirely about to collapse. I decided to stop because my legs feel like jelly too. We sat down, ate two granola bars, and took a few sips of water. After about two minutes, we started down the road again. When it seems like forever, we finally arrived at the barn.

“Okay Mom” she replied. Callie walked out of the old farmhouse door that led to a 200-acre farm. Callie had a passion for riding horses and barrel racing had been in her family for over 75 years. Callie’s family has lived in Oklahoma forever. She loved living on a farm and wouldn’t trade it for anything. When she reached the barn she feeds her horses and returned to the house to check in with her mother.“Mom the horses are fed and I’m going riding today!” she called “Okay, your lunch is in a bag on the counter. Be safe. I love you.” she replied

This is the story of a girl who was betrayed by both her mother and her father. Those children who grow up with both parents in the household are truly lucky, that is a small blessing that should not be taken for granted. Let me start by introducing the heroine of this sad tale, her name is Che’Tara and she was sixteen years of age at the time of the incident. Being sixteen she faced all the problems that any sophmore in highschool faced, but her problems extended past those four walls. Having just recently overcame a gastrointestinal problem she was attempting to reach a proper weight so she could attempt to be healthy, but it was hard when she had no desire to eat and barley even wanted to go home each day. You see, she had problems at home. Her mother's girlfriend would cuss at her and threaten her, needless to say, she faced verbal and mental abuse and danced with pysical abuse. Stripped of her self esteem and made to believe that she was nothing more than a waste of space, she didn't believe that there was anything else that could be taken from her - oh how she was wrong. Sunday November 24, 2013 was the day that would change her life forever.

The ring of a screeching alarm clock awoke Peyton from slumber as she questioned where she was. She then remembered that Bree had stayed the night and apparently, hadn't been phased by the intolerable clock. Peyton pulled of her covers exhausted from a night of pizza, movies, and Uno. She woke Bree up and they trudged down the stairs out of complete starvation to the refrigerator. She pulled out the orange juice and made two glasses, she also put some toast in the toaster. Her mom came down the stairs with her hair in a tight bun and a pleasant smile on her face. As far as Peyton was concerned this was just a normal day, but what she didn't know was that this day would be far from normal.

Liam’s mom was right. There were other things out there, some were good, some were bad. Just by his luck the thing that was chasing him was not a good one. “Run, keep running Liam” he kept telling himself. He could hear the things feet pound against the mossy floor of the forest, the creatures breath echoing between the trees. The only thing keeping him and the creature apart was thought of seeing his mother again, the only thing he cared about in this world, the fear of leaving her alone was not an option, that was the source of his adrenaline. “Just keep going, a few more feet and you'll be back home”.

“I don’t think it’s a good Idea.” I said as Rick, Carl and I set up camp in a car. “We need to rest.” Rick said starting a fire. “I meant about Terminus.” I said putting our supplies in the car. “It’s the best place that we could go right now. What if the others are there?” he asked while sitting down. I sighed. There was no way I could shake off the feeling there was something bad around the corner. Rick and I stood watch while Carl took a nap in the car. After a hour or two I asked Rick “I’m going to take a short nap okay?” He looked at me and nodded and said “Yeah, go ahead get some rest.” I gave him a quick kiss before getting in the car. “Hey Lily,” I heard Carl’s voice “Yeah Carl?” He asked “Do you think we’ll find the others?” I answered “No I don’t think I know we will.” Carl smiled and we laid back down until I heard a knock on the window and I heard him scream. My door suddenly swung open and I was put into a choke hold. There were five men, one had a knife to Carl’s neck and a gun to Rick’s head. Then there was a knife to my neck. “Leave them alone!” Rick demanded at the old man pointing a gun to his head. I elbowed the guy in the stomach and tried to run away but he pinned me down. Carl tried to do the same thing only to be pinned down as well. I kicked the guy as he grabbed my throat, “Stop movin girlie.” I growled and bit his hand. He tightened his grip until there was a gunshot. Rick seemed dazed and I stared, he didn’t move. The guy binding Carl pressed the

As the sun descends from the snowy mountains in Russia. village folks began to return to their homes to begin their nightly tasks. Children skipped happily back to their homes as their parents calls them back in for supper. Adults finish closing their shops and return home to create dinner. It was a normal day in the village for all, but one.

“I wonder what she’s like,” said sally. But Mrs. Chipley didn’t seem to hear her.

“If I told you that a long time ago the entire world rested in the hands of one very unruly child, you probably wouldn’t believe me. So that is why I don’t tell stories to people that often. I can't really, because not everyone is willing to believe a cloud is talking to them. Some are just too unimaginative to believe it,”

I gather up my belongings. I'm a minor at 16 years old, running away from a summer camp. I don't know whether I should trust my camp friend, who goes to the Springfield orphanage, Lily on finding my parents, but then again, I find that her kind eyes and sweet mod brings her out as a really smart and kind person.

“NOOOOOOOOOO THAT CAN NOT BE POSSIBLE,” yelled a boy named Fritz, “try again.” Fritz and his friends, Andy and Zack, are in Fritz’s bedroom with the soothing and quiet hum of the computer and the boing boing boing of the tennis ball hitting against the white and bumpy wall of the bedroom that is being thrown by Andy. “WE HAVE TO FIND THAT RING,” screamed Fritz as he stormed out of the bedroom. Fritz was a skinny little boy in 7th grade at Spry Middle School. He loves to play dodgeball outside with his friends, and play car racing with his little brother inside. But, Fritz’s gets angry really quickly sometimes.Fritz has the ability to be a human GPS. Andy was more of an active person. She loves gymnastics. Some moves she can do is the aerial, a cartwheel, a back-handspring, and she can flip in the air three times in a row, without touching the ground. Zack is more of an insider. Most of his time spent in the day is reading, studying, writing or looking out the window for more ideas for his story’s.

It was a nice spring morning where you could wake up to the sound of food being cooked and a conversation being had. It was one of those mornings where if one person woke up then another would wake 5-10 minutes later. This story is an interesting one as well as an old one, it involves an event that happened to me when I was young.

It was just a normal summer night in Long Island, New York. Two best friends, Allison and Lydia, were walking along the boardwalk at the Long Island Sound when they heard a spine-chilling growl.

I was at New York, Brooklyn to be exact I was there to visit my families like my cousins my grandparents my aunts and my uncles. I was sleeping at my cousin's apartment I was cramped on the top bunk with my cousin Nadine she's the same age as me. Nadine and I were 10. finally, I woke up and so did Nadine we climb the ladder down to the living room which is right next to the bedrooms we slump on the couch and turn the tv on.

I woke up. Everything around me was blurry, and dark. I was awfully hungry, and I had a tube in my arm. I had no idea what was going on. All of a sudden, an alarm was going off somewhere around me. My ears rang with loud, annoying sounds. A flurry of lights came on, one after another. A doctor rushed in.