A Short Story : A Story?

Dragging himself to a sitting position he drags his hands over his face and hair. Pushing himself to his feet he stumbles, making his way to the table. He reads the note, leaving it where it lays as he pulls a bottle out of his pack and staggers back to his bed.

He ran to his parents’ room and jumped on their bed, screaming “Wake up! Wake up! We have to go now!”

Finally, he arrived. As soon as he entered the building, he saw the “Out of Order” sign on the elevator. He raced up the stairs and made it into the room just in time.

He was now left alone in a familiar territory. All around the house, white sheets covered many artifacts that once entertained an audience. The house had a slight smoky odour, which tickled his nose. Although he tried to stay quiet, each step he took the floor creaked in response, probably due to the renovations the house was under.

The next morning, the alarm buzzed noisily, the sound polluting the silence. Confused for a moment, he looked around blankly. It used to be home, but now it felt unfamiliar. There was a room at the end of the corridor, the door slightly ajar. He waited, expecting the door to open, but it never did. The area was the same as the night before, empty.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

He didn’t want to leave his bathroom, hell, he was terrified in his own apartment, he walked back, leaning against the white wall of the small bathroom, he slid down against it, burying his face in his sweater sleeves and wondering exactly why he had to be tortured like this by his own mind.

He made himself braver and stopped putting off going to answer the door. When he went he was apologizing to the man or woman trying to get in. telling them how he was napping, and how he barely heard them. Then he opened the door.

Excuse me, I’m talking to you! Can you please answer my question?” Margie demanded. Margie soon felt annoyed and agitated because of this. The front gate soon opened and all the student poured into the school yard, waiting in front of a tall and broad door. Margie curiously followed the students, and while observing the area, she noticed a great sign with the words “Edison Middle School”. The doors soon opened and all the kids stormed into the building with great excite. They immediately stationed themselves in green metal structures. Which held all their “books”. Margie remembered about what Tommy told her about books. Margie suddenly knew where she was. The word school suddenly appeared in her mind. Margie walked up to another student,where she attempted to talk to the

He let out a light groan and put all he had into sitting himself up, swinging his legs over a minute later. Where the hell was he? Had he not felt like shit he most likely would have panicked but he didn't have the energy to even do that. He rubbed his eyes and let out a long silent yawn, jaw wide open and pushed himself off of

He crawls out of bed long enough to grab an Advil from his desk. Pulling his phone out of the covers, he plugs it in, before it starts to come back to him.

It wasn’t until he was almost past the bus stop that he realized that he had left his backpack by his laptop in his room. By the time he had managed to run back to the house and run back out, he could see the bus almost at the stop. His pits were already sweating enough after that bit of exercise and he didn’t feel like seeing how much sweatier they’d get if he walked to school, so it was social humiliation after all for him this morning. As he glanced at the other people at the bus stop, he noticed how much taller and visibly older than them he looked. He could feel his face getting redder again, to his horror. As the bus arrived and opened its doors, he used his long limbs to almost manhandle the freshmen out-of-the-way. At the sight of the first empty seat, he sat down with an already exhausted sigh. He put his backpack at the window seat in case anyone tried to sit with him. As an extra precaution, he slipped his earbuds in and played Michael’s half of their monthly playlist as loud as he could stand.

After I strolled my way through the school, the year 10 building stood right in front of me. I walked anxiously up the stairs and got a glimpse of the stretched corridor. When I attained the top floor where the year 10 classes were located, it

That was going to have to be their door for the night. They both heard clicking noises which caused them to turn around.

Sadly, Athena found that she could not outrun the man. She found this out the hard way. Athena had only ran a few paces forward when she looked back and there he was. Looming up behind her just like a great big shadow. She wasn’t sure what to do now, for the crazy psychotic man with a butcher's knife was right behind her.