A Short Story : A Story Of The Story

Suicide mention near the end of the story, please do not read if you are not ok with things like that.

“Exactly! Where was your mother?” I asked my question out loud not really expecting her to answer.

Daisy motioned for me to sit down and she sat opposite. “When we moved here and heard the stories I was intrigued, but it wasn’t until two years ago and we were pulling down the back fence that I figured it out.”

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.

Evan felt sick to his stomach the entire evening. Something was wrong, very definitely wrong, and he couldn’t explain how. His insides twisted and the plate in front of him seemed to morph before his eyes from mildly appetizing to a lumpy mush.

According to the picture on the Connecticut driver’s license, we found in the house the deceased woman was Katherine Lincoln,” Detective Wallace said.

This is a story about a girl named Kelly her parents just died in a car accident. She was only in 9th grade her first year of high school when they died. For their funeral her Aunt Michelle came from California. She was so upset. But her aunt is taking her to move to California with her. So then she has been there for one month.

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.

The story begins on a small hill on top of it is a small house now in that house had some secrets dark secrets that no one knew about on one gloomy day a young father named Mr. ross and his twin daughter’s jade and lisa they had recently lost their mother from an unknown disease the father wanted to move from that house so that they could all have a new start they moved to the country side of town found a beautiful home on the hill plenty of room for the girls to run around 2 bedrooms which was good because they didn’t like to be separated from each other so they always shared a room as they unpacked and placed everything where they wanted Mr.ross asked the girls to take some boxes downstairs as they were walking down the stairs . they heard a door shut they looked up stairs but the door was open they realized it came from down stairs they put the box down and looked around lisa accidentally kicked a box “ow!” she rubbed her foot she looked up and in front of her was a small door half the size as her and jade “jade! Come here hurry!” jade rushes over and looks at the small door “this is weird” jade said “let’s open it!” lisa says being the curious girl that she is lisa slowly reaches for the small doorknob jade quickly smacks lisa’s hand “no! What if there's a wild animal in there we could get seriously hurt” jade looks around and surprisingly finds a small key that fits the door she locks it and keeps the key in her pocket. Jade and lisa walk upstairs not telling there

Jerry came home from work later than usual that Friday night. He didn’t say hello when he found me in our bedroom, but thrust the glittery pink bag at my chest and waited with half of a grin.

Resisting no temptation not to I gushed onto the floor, “You never let me have anything!”

(No one saw the agent place a small device under the bumper of the van and then slip back into the bushes)

I looked at the dark, blank floor. It seemed to be just as stupid, and empty as I was. This cell was like a cage, and it was uncomfortably cold and wet. I only had myself to keep me warm. I wonder if I'll ever get out of here. All the choices I've made, I thought they were right. Turns out they weren't. I shouldn't of accepted that letter! It has only caused me pain and loss. I miss my family... they're probably thinking I am having the time of my life, at this ”camp”. All of this was a big, old lie, and I wish they knew that...

“What the hell were you thinking Genevieve?!” Sophia looked up the moment that she heard her father’s loud and angry voice. She was shocked for a moment. Not that he was angry with her and yelling. But because she wasn’t sure what she did this time to cause him to come angry enough to find her and start yelling. She knew that she wasn’t loved by anyone in this family. She was a horrible mistake. A mistake that came out of a drunk one night stand that meant nothing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sir,” She mumbled the last word. Knowing if she didn’t show complete respect she’d be slapped if not worse. She looked slightly to the right and saw her step-mother and one of her older half-siblings. At first she didn’t think anything of it. Aurora was being comforted by her mother as she sobbed. It wasn’t strange. Her siblings, especially her older sisters, loved getting her into trouble for things that she hadn’t done. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed as he shoved a magazine at her face, so close that she couldn’t make anything out. Sophia wanted to come up with a sarcastic reply. Or even call him out for being a jerk or a horrible father. Except she could remember exactly what that would result in. And Sophia really didn’t want to deal with the bruises.

She's been called it all, murder jr., Bonzo Barb. It never stops. Every day since her dad's accident she's been bullied. The reason that she's being ridiculed is, her dad, Lieutenant John D. Herring Thunker police officer, he was on patrol in the small, quiet, the ice frozen town of Thunker. But little does he know Derrick Char, 16, and behind the wheel is driving 40 miles over the speed limit and comes head on with barbs dad's police car. Derrick died, but that’s not the last the Herring family will be hearing that name.