A Short Story : A Story?

“You’re not the only one,” Robinson said rolling his eyes. “Let’s just all get some delicious grub to eat now, I’ve waited all day for this.”

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

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.

“You will be sleeping here. Ghim and I will be downstairs in case you do something.” stuttered Javier.

She had long waist-lengthed hair was the color of a soleless midnight sky, her bangs chopped just a little above her forehead, and she had never smiled under any circumstances. Summer sat at the edge of her front porch on an old rocking chair, staring into the empty fields of darkness beyond her home. The world around her was sustained, it was what she needed. Looking up at the stars hoping that her beloved would be in this world somewhere. All she wanted was her lost husband at war to come back, she wanted Hitler to end his terrible thoughts and everything to return to normal.

As I returned from my walk I hear voices, her voice seemed different; like she was relaxed and happy for once. I slammed the door open,”What are you doing,” I screamed. While grabbing the first thing I could find, two glass bottles, and stormed over to Van and whatever her name is.”You should learn that I always get my way. Be quiet and don’t fight me. You will be fine if you do what I tell you to do when I tell you.”I lifted up the first bottle and struck her first, but as it shattered over her head I heard a shriek of a high pitched noise right before she passed out. I stumbled back, stunned that such a horrid noise could come from such a small being. I just stared at her; she looked sad, but what did I care, this was fun. I picked up the other bottle and started to walk towards Van, he just looked at me and said,”Please no, please.” He was out within seconds of being hit.

Wind brushed her hair softly as the smell of the sea gave a nice aroma in the air. The girl looked down angrily as her mom placed her bags in the soft sand. “Mom, you cannot seriously let me stay a month at the unknowns of the sea with these people! I don’t even know them!”, the girl cried, her voice a bit shaky from anger she kept inside. The mother shot a glance at her daughter after waving to the nice people who offered to take her daughter on a free trip to the beach, “You know Cassie”. The girl with red grape like hair looked back over at the other girl and her family, they were about four years apart in age difference and had hardly ever talked since bumping into each other at a school trip. “Mom, I don’t know her. I know her name but that’s it! C’mon let me go back home with you and dad!”, the troubled teenager pleaded as she reluctantly followed her mother towards the others.

It was a cold darkening night when Fredrich began walking down the street of Warsaw, late at night when the city was as dead as a graveyard not a gunshot or cannon could’ve woken the dead, he was planning an escape on how to leave to America. He walked through North Avenue plotting every detail of his plan. Fredrich came across someone he did not recognize at all he thought to himself, “Who was this strange and dark figure,” because fredrich could not see his face, but only the shadow that dwelled there, had this menaced and restless feeling. The dark figure walked along the street. Fredrich decided to follow him regardless of the warnings inside him, but Fredrich’s curiosity got the best of him not knowing if this dark faceless man was dangerous. He followed the figure for about 30 minutes and it just disappeared into the night.

A light rain pitter-pattered against the windshield of Tom’s Mustang. Every few minutes, a burst of sunlight exploded through the clouds, creating gasoline rainbows in the opalescent puddles pitting the asphalt. Stifling a yawn, the young officer stared into the distance, his concentration waning with each passing mile. Maybe it was the hypnotic swish of the windshield wipers, or maybe, it was the knowledge he was about to face Booker for the first time since their disastrous date. Either way, his focus wasn’t on the road, and he failed to notice the red light. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white sedan heading toward him, but it was too late for him to react. The vehicle crashed into his door, the impact spinning the car around and slamming it into a light post. With no seatbelt to protect him, his body jerked forward, the force smashing his temple against the windshield. A bolt of pain exploded inside his head, and he slumped against the steering wheel, the loud blare of the horn following him into oblivion.

waking up to dog slobber all over my face. When I open my eyes I see Sugar standing on my belly barking at me . At the same time my alarm was going off, it was already 10:00 A.M. I was suppossed to meet with my clients thirty minutes ago. I sprung out of my bed in a bustle, rushing to get ready. When I pick up my phone I see 10 missed calls, from Jana and Tedd my clients. They wanted to meet earlier this morning, to discuss how i’m going to decorate their new house. I throw on some shoes put Sugar on a leash and sprint out the door. In the busy streets of New York, I try to track down a taxi. After, Sugar and I get into the car, I tell the driver, “129 East, Boulevard.”

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

Today is audition day. It came so fast...and I didn’t think I was ready. I looked at my phone to see what time it was and the two words that popped up on my screen, shot chills up my spine. I was scared, shocked, and confused.

Sammy and I board quickly. He heads to his seat after a quick nod of encouragement. I sit down at my seat, happy it is at the end of the row so I don't have to squeeze by anyone. I feel like I have been waiting forever when the lady came out wearing a blue hat and started to "prepare us for takeoff" whatever the hell that meant. I look over at the people sitting next to me and see a kind looking lady, maybe in her late seventies and some guy wearing a trench coat and a tie. His hair is what could only be described as "sex hair" and from what I can tell he hasn't shaved in a couple days.

As I take a breath, the warm May air filled my lungs. The golden wheat fields surrounding my wooden farmhouse glistened as the Oklahoma sun hit it. I watch as Mama brings some bread to Papa, her own mother, and I. The umbrellas covering the four of our heads were doing all we could ever ask for, to keep us relaxed and from thinking about all of the drama and rumors that can quickly spread around our little town, because there has been a problem with that lately. We all sat outside quietly and just watched the sky for any birds. At only 9 a.m., it was a bit cloudy and the sky seemed a little darker than usual but it still felt almost the same but not quite. I decided to break the awkward silence by saying something.

In an alleyway riddled with trash laid a man barely conscious of the world. Beneath his back, seeping all around him was his life. Reaching his bloody fingers up to trace the edges of a nonexistent face. " Serenity," he rasped. "Serenity," he rasped again.