A Short Story : A Story?

Being the good parents that they were, they brought Lucy to the pet store to pick out her puppy. Of course she picked the littlest puppy with the big brown eyes and his speckled brown-white fur. They named their new puppy Ollie. Her parents knew that Lucy was too young to take care of and train the new puppy but there were some rules that she would have to follow. Ollie could not go anywhere in the house that had carpet, he had to stay out of the bathrooms, at night he must sleep in his kennel and when Ollie was outside he could only go in the fenced in backyard. Lucy loved having a little buddy to play with and take care of. One of their favorite things to was to go out in the backyard and dig in the sandpit. Once winter came and it started to snow, the snow got plowed up in a huge pile in front of the house. Due to the snow Lucy and Ollie could no longer play in the sandpit. Lucy knew that they weren’t allowed to play out front but she didn’t think it would hurt to go play in the huge snow pile just one

beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.

“It’s a weekend”, are the words I used to explain to my grandfather that it was not, the correct day to shop. It was another windy day in Anaheim and going to costco was not the prefered choice. You see, In mind I had a hot beach day with boogie boards locked into place when I woke up this morning. But I got stuck in the car playing the wheel up the window game with my grandpa. The doctor prescribed, “NO driving at all!” however my grandpa struck a deal. When we arrived, I had to slow walk the streets with him to arrive at the large garage doors. “Yusef, hunny, do you remember the list, I forgot again.”, he paused to say.

Somewhere in the Hoenn region, a young man was waking up to the dawn of a new day. What a tme to be alive, Sinan thought caustically, as he rose from his bed sleepily. At 7 AM in the morning, light was beginning to filter through the wooden slats in soft beams. As the grogginess ebbed away, he remembered that all trainers had to be present in the lab for the Beginner's Ceremony by 8 AM. The way he heard words could be screwy sometimes, and he wasn't the best at writing, but reading and details he paid attention to extensively. So he rose from the bed and pulled on a faded pair of ragged jeans, before heading to the bathroom to wash up and making himself look presentable, his mind was swirling with thoughts. Can't believe I've finally saved up enough for this, he thought, a slow grin spreading across his broad cheekbones and deepening into dimples. I'm so f*ckin' ready, and he'd never felt more excited in his life. F*ck school, f*ck working-- Sinan wanted to go out and explore his heart out again. Get away from the quiet monotony that depressed him so.

It was that jolly time of the year again and of course Stan and Roger were arguing over who would be on the naughty list.

My fists curled into a ball.The blood pooling in my hands as I squeezed my fingernails into my palm made me whimper. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as it turned bright red. “Leave me alone!” I screamed, my voice cracking as tears welled in my eyes. I spun around and grabbed the door handle, jerking it open. “Rachel!” I heard her scream before I stormed out. That was the biggest fight I had ever had with my mom. I stayed outside until 9 o’clock that night. I only slipped into the house when I knew she would be fast asleep. I lept into bed, exhausted, and slept the whole night through knowing I’d wake up to an empty house….

It was a regular day in the lonely office. At least, to any given eye it was. However, in Susan Terrance's eyes, it was a frustrating and sad day. One to mourn.

Sleep had been hard to come by that night. Every time Gabriel closed his eyes, he saw Madeline’s tear-stricken face and it pained him to no end. So he spent most of the night occupying himself with studying the stars and doing his best to keep his mind off his problems. The stars had always helped him with that all his life.

A heavy weight slammed into my back, knocking me hard to the cold pavement. My head bounced off the ground, the dull thud ringing in my ears as a hollow wheeze escaped my chest. An unsettling wetness began to spread across my back, but this didn’t immediately register. The dull ache mostly overshadowed any other sort of coherent thought – at least, that is, until I was roughly flipped onto my back, ending up face to face with the wild and blood-smeared face of a man on top of me. Or at least I assumed it was blood, considering the difficulty the dim, flickering streetlight gave me.

I am in my room third floor of my building. I sit on my bed and reflect the incidents that transpired months before; however, the emotional scars still wrap around my body like tape squeezing harder and harder. I sit for what seems like hours, however, when I check my alarm clock, only four minutes seem to pass by. This has been recurring recently, I can't help but feel trapped in my mind like i'm my own puppet. I am abruptly jolted by the knock that lands on my door, I hear a woman's voice call out “Mrs. Rodgers?” A shiver goes through my spine a name I left that has come back to haunt me. I get out of my room to investigate, I am greeted by an older woman at my door. As I get closer I realize she is actually quite young but she has bags under her eyes. She looks like she hasn’t slept in weeks.

here were only few things one could learn about themselves in only sixteen years of existence, for the dew had settled on the grass, the rose had bloomed and withered, and Estela was still ignorant to the truth of her origins, and to the power she held elsewhere, somewhere far, far away…

Megan was walking home late last night. It was dark, cold, and scary. She was walking along the side of the road when a white van approached her and told to get in. Sadly, she did. They drove and drove for what seemed like forever. When they stopped, Megan saw nothing but open field. The driver made her get out and she walked a few miles up the way. Then, Megan felt herself abruptly pushed into a hole that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Flashlight. Check. Golf ball bag. Check. Phone. Check. Emergency kit. Check. Snacks. Check. Avalon went to make a mental list of everything she'd need for that night's adventure. She knew that tonight would be no different from all the other nights, but she still re-checked everything. It was a side-effect of having anxiety; Avalon always felt like she was missing or forgetting something.

There were a few moments in Xia’s life that she could really pinpoint as being a fork in the road, where there was a single decision that changed everything. Turning down the expensive high school in the next state, that was one. Thinking she would be fine jumping out of a tree, only to fall and break her leg in six places, that was another. And right now, walking down the bustling street with her arms full of carrots, this was one too.

Ronnie kept receiving notes for about a week in her locker, each note got worse and worse. He began to write about how he would not only harm her, but everyone she loved. She began having nightmares and sometimes couldn’t even sleep.