A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

“Mom, what are you talking about? Don’t you want to come home? Don’t you miss us?” When Logan reached across the table and touched her hand, Veronica heard the little girl in her own voice. “I just don’t understand. Help me understand, why you left- what you’re doing out here? What you’re doing meeting Jake Kane at the the Neptune Grand when you can’t even come see your own daughter or your own husband,” Veronica fought to keep the accusation out of her voice, as Lianne’s hand slapped the lacquer of the bar’s booth table, stunning the three of them into silence.

*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.

Valentina padded quietly down the short hallway and let out a long, slow breath before she stepped around the corner, and then back into the kitchen. She found Cole stirring his mashed potatoes and her meal in the microwave, where she walked over to watch the black container spin. It crossed her mind to thank him for starting her food for her, but he spoke up and cut her off before the thought could cross her lips. He wanted to know about the tapes. Of course, she knew the conversation was going to happen, but she was rather hoping she’d get to sleep first.

“Veronica Mars misses her mommy?” Wallace tried to make her smile. Having not met Lianne Mars, he hasn’t decided what he thinks of her. Someone who took the whole ‘when the going get’s tough, the tough get going’ saying to heart, he thinks, eyeing Veronica who he can’t imagine backing down from anything. “Not to give you another project, but we actually have to do that chem project.”

“Hello, my name is Soy and I heard you two are seeking guidance, so I decided to come down and help you two,” the milk boasted. “Come, come, I know where your child is,” he said leading through the shadows of the isle. They walked in silence, for they did not know exactly what to say. “I hope this doesn’t leave a sour taste in your mouth, but I am lost,” Soy said looking at the

Veronica was the eldest daughter, 4 years older than Emilia, Raphael wanted a son, so he raised his daughter to be a tomboy. The family would often spend time, together. They would walk around the clear lake, together. Or they would visit the forest, where nobody would bother them. But, when Claudia and Emilia were asleep, Raphael and Veronica would hunt in the woods, and bring it home. Raphael was Veronica’s favorite parent, and spends most of her time with him, she appreciated hearing her father’s compliments about how she was the most intelligent at school, or how she shot down a wild buck. Everything seemed like any other day, until something changed their lives, forever! Claudia was cooking breakfast, and Emilia was playing with her dolls,” Hello, Mrs. Teacup! How are you?” She made her dolls say. Claudia turned around, as she heard footsteps coming from upstairs,” Good morning!” A male voice greeted,” Daddy!” Emilia laughed, and ran up to her father, Raphael chuckled, and picked his baby girl up,” Oh, Good morning! Breakfast’s almost ready!” Claudia smiled. A 9-year old tomboy ran downstairs,” Father and I are going fishing!” She snickered,” Can I come?” Emilia asked,” No, this is for grownups, only! No babies

Four year old Lance was the spitting image of his father, except for the icy blue eyes he had inherited from her. To him, this was a great adventure, a world full of castles and fantastic creatures, where his daddy and mommy were heroes and everyone loved them. Henry looked over at her and smiled.

Wyatt hurried to gather his clothes before heading to the shower to get the sweat off. He dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark blue t-shirt since his uniform is at the police station. Once his red and white Nike shoes on, he immediately headed out the room and down the stairs to the lobby. Wyatt rushed to his truck and started it. He peeked at the time on the dashboard which read six thirty am causing him to frown. He’s late on his first day. He needed to be at the station for six thirty because of the briefing before the shift starts.

He was right there in front of me, kneeling with arms out-stretched, waiting for me to jump in them. His face was indistinguishable because of the shadow his cover cast upon it, but a smile was clearly on his face; and I knew, my eyes shining with emotion, were reflected somewhere under that cover. I ran to him as fast as my legs could carry me, but before I could reach him, the world around me transformed and I was alone once more. I was outside, in front of my climbing tree, around its trunk was the ribbon. I hated this ribbon and wished with all my might that I could tear it down. It was the yellow service ribbon- a, "ribbon of waiting" my mother used to call it. It was nothing but a reminder, a signal to everyone around us. All it did was mock me with its presence, mocked me with the cruel reminder that the man I was running after would always be just out of my grasp, unattainable to me.

Craig shifted in his seat; the wooden chair was so uncomfortable. He was in a corridor, lined with identical chairs occupied by more young men of about his age. The corridor smelled like polish and floor cleaner, and was painted a dull grey and cream. A few feet away stood a tough looking soldier, immaculately dressed in a dark green uniform and carrying a large wooden cane. Every few minutes a light bulb hanging above a doorway would flash, a buzzer would sound and the soldier jabbed the man sitting closest to him with his cane.

She was scared, lost, and confused. Anyone could tell simply by looking in her eyes. As she stared out the window, Margaret could see it all. She saw every fear spelled out in the woman’s eyes. Margaret’s heart cried out in pain as it broke into several pieces.

“Hannah drove her to the doctor,” Shaw told him. “She needed something to help her relax.”

The putrid purple of old bruises gleamed helplessly against the limpid replacements— it was all my fault.

Most people who’d undergone pain would say that going home after an incident would be the worst part, having to deal with the aftermath of their emotional outbursts and what was happening. Vivian, however, felt nothing as she walked. The cold wind was biting through her, and she could sense that rain was coming nearby, mainly due to the odd twinge in the air that she’d learned to avoid having a delicate instrument with her at all times. Yet now she walked through the streets alone, each step pressing on the cold stones underneath her and making her that much more worried as to what she was going to do.