A Short Story : A Story Of New Life

When you start to second look the things you first viewed as ugly and out of your life's story context, you start to see new things. To see using the eyes of faith breeds new perspectives.

Just like yesterday. I still feel depressed. I can’t believe Violet is gone. No one else seems to know. I walk around the corner of the hallway and see what I never thought I would see again. Violet was there. Everything was happening just like it did yesterday. I want to run over and hug her, but I stay put at the corner. Once it went far enough, I go over there and actually say something about it. I’d rather be the one getting those things said to me. “Leave her alone. She didn’t do anything to you.” I yelled from the end of the hall. “They all turn around the look at me. “Who are you to talk? You’re just as bad.” Katie said. I walked over to Violet and pulled her away. We skipped school that day and I just spent time with her. We became friends again. I never wanted to feel what i thought i felt yesterday. Maybe it was just a

The bus was driving up to Chloe’s house, she was waiting to get on the bus. As she got on the bus I told her, “I’m going to be moving in a month or so,” she asked why in a surprisingly sad tone. I quietly said, “we are moving so my dad can be closer to work and not have such a long drive.” As we went to school, I told Kelsie that I’m going to be moving and she was emotionally sad that I was moving and she said,” What,

It was a frigid afternoon in mid February. As Judy sat on the crowded bus, just a couple seats away from the door; she realized that the next stop was hers. Judy dreaded as she stood up and got out of her seat. A unsettling feeling filled Judy’s mind, a feeling like someone might have forgotten something. She didn’t know what it was, but she sensed something wasn’t right. She quickly stopped and turned around to check and see if her siblings were coming too. She already knew that her younger brother Mark was already off of the bus. While she looked to the back of the bus, she noticed Donna, Mary, and Carol finally standing up and heading towards the front. As the wave of relief hit Judy, she finally walked off the bus.

The muttered epitet escaped FBI Special Agent Carter's lips, and whisked through the cold night air as he stared down at the corpse. Despite his hopes when the call had come in, there was no doubt.

After kissing Jeff and the kids goodbye, Heather pulls the keys from her pocket and gets in a blue Prius. Checking the review mirror, she starts the engine, and her white knuckle drive to work. Byron St. is rammed, I'm going to be late, she thinks. The phone rings, she clicks on the blue button on the blue tooth ear piece. “Hello?”

Bucky had begun his fifth circuit of their tiny living room when he heard the tell-tale thump of the busted step leading to their floor: the board was near-rotted underneath the worn carpet and always slid out a bit and back in each time you stepped on it.

A cheer arose from inside the bar, and I put the pistol back in my waistband before returning to the crowd. I made my way through several congratulators, several with conspicuous swastika tattoos on their faces.

Phenix stood in front of the closed door, his heart pounding and his fist ready to do the same to the heavy, whitewashed, wood panel. Damn the Archaeans to hell! Why wouldn’t they let him wrap up this ludicrous contract in the way he usually did, a simple tag-and-bag transaction. Boom! Pay up.

Karjon moved on from the Birthing Centre out to the perimeter of the Hive. He could see the great barren land ahead of him and the lowly looking buildings behind him. This reminded him of his own Hive’s layout. The more important, elaborate and ornate structures were at the centre of the Hive. The edge was reserved for the slum areas. However all of this was above ground.

Erin worked to steady her heartbeat, sprinting at a routine pace, she was determined to push her limits. Pushing aside the fatigue she pressed on. 10 more minutes until her run on the treadmill was complete. On Tuesdays, Erin generally did 45 minutes of sprinting. She found the endorphins to be particularly intoxicating and a great way to detox all of the stupidity she endured in her daily life. Today, she decided to up her game and max out at 60 minutes. Already 50 minutes into it, she had to mentally push past the discomfort. Distracting herself, she pictured her last kill. Michael on the slab. The box cutters tearing into his skin. His muffled cries of pain. The final cut. The rush of blood draining from his throat. Watching the light

“You know I always do this. Now be quiet I have to think,” Marc replied trying to lower his voice as he saw a hurt look on Crystal’s face, but it quickly disappeared. Marc had his concentrated face on, so Crystal knew to just drop the subject. She continued to look at her best friend, and wonder how he did not know about her feelings. She knew he was oblivious to some things, but not this bad. As she looked at his forest green eyes and his chestnut, brown hair she knew that she had it bad for him. She had these feelings for him ever since they were fifteen years old, and here they are now at eighteen.

One one fall night the leaves where falling from the trees and everybody in the neighborhood were putting out their Halloween decorations. Alexis and Jordan lived in this nice neighborhood with their mom Alexis was 17 and Jordan was 8years old.

At some point in life we have all asked ourselves or have been asked what our reactions would be to endure a life altering tragedy. Some believe that they could never live through it and others naïvely think that life will continue is normal, taking for granted all the things in life a tragedy can take away from us. There are all kinds of tragedies in life, some people overcome them and some will give up, surrendering to the statistical fact that has been laid out for them. I personally know someone who beat his odds at life’s unexpected traumatic events, my husband Keith. Let me walk you through his remarkable story.

This story is about a miracle. A true miracle. I was 3 when my paw paw Tony, my dad’s dad, had a heart attack. This heart attack should have been life ending, had it not been for my paw paw’s co-worker.