A Short Story : A Story?

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.

We got comfy in the car ready to exit the driveway, but then suddenly there was a scream. “MOM!!!, THERE’S A SPIDER!!”, Tori screamed to the top of her lungs. It was right in front of me on the dusty floorboard, but I was too high in my car seat and couldn't reach it. My mom swung over the seat with her shoe in her hand, smacked on the floor, missed the break and stepped on the gas. And in milliseconds we were flying backwards. Oh no, I thought.

A small floating island, all around a blue night sky is illuminated by the moon. The city on top, as quiet as a mouse. A small person running through one of the many alleyways, he stops, petrified. A large being concealed by shadows, barely visible. I stopped, assuming the worst, but as it stepped away from the darkness, I realized it was only my friend, Jonathan. After an exciting session of angered whispers, I told him the reason I was there. “I was heading down to West Side to talk to Uncle Isaiah about the Sky Ship.”

“Well, why you sitting up there disguising your voice? I thought somebody had got that phone. Stop playing so damn much, Mini.”

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.

The sound of music mixed with her own heartbeat thudded in her ears as she ran down the deserted street. For weeks she had been doing this, waking up from nightmares that felt all too real only to put on her sneakers and do the best thing she knew--run. She would run until the sun came up, or until her mother would call her having a meltdown. By this point though, Syx couldn't find it in herself to care if her mother lost it, all she cared about was running until she couldn't remember.

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.

It has been 2 days since the Jacuzzi incident between me and Connor. Connor has been acting like he is a little agitated with me. It has also been a week and four days since I last walked through the doors of Dogwood High though. (a.k.a hell on Earth.) I walked through the front doors of the school a little later in the evening. Everyone looked at me like they thought I disappeared or something, I guess no one told them what happened to me. Connor avoids me during school so no one knows what’s really going on between us. Blair spotted me out of all of the crowd of people, I don’t know how she does it but she did. As soon as Blair saw me she hugged me tightly, “Were have you been Hun?” I think I am going to tell Blair but I don’t know. I might of found someone to be in a relationship with, got hit by a car, and stayed a whole week in someone’s house with someone else in the same bed with me. Blair’s jaw dropped, “What did you just say?” I explained all of the details and everything except who I was with. “Wow, this guy sounds amazing.” He is, as I looked out of the corner of my eye and spotted Conner and grinned.

When Hal knew he was dying, he took care of every detail in his meticulous way. He sold his car, cancelled his magazine subscriptions, gave his coin collection to his favourite charity, made sure his life-insurance policy was paid up, and picked out the suit in which to be buried. “I want to make everything as easy as possible for you,” he told me.

The next morning I woke up and snuck into the armory making sure that Dad didn't hear me leave the house and making sure that Olivia didn't hear me in the armory. I grabbed a few things and grabbed a pair of keys and took a car. I took the day to go to the hilltop. I arrived to the hilltop and was let in. The first thing I did was I found Maggie to see how she was. I found Sasha first she was sitting on a porch cutting an apple with a knife.”Sasha Hey.” She looked up to me and smiled and I walked up to her and hugged her. She said shakily “Hey.” We pulled apart and I asked “How is she?” Sasha said she hasn’t come out of the doctors yet. I sat down next to her and started to think ‘I’m going to stay here in Hilltop till Negan’s men come here. I’m going to get into one of their trucks and I’m going after Negan.’ I was snapped out of my thoughts with the door opened I stood up and saw Maggie. She looked at Sasha and smiled then her eyes met mine. “Hey Maggie.” I said sadly and she said “Hey Hayden.” I walked up to her and hugged her “How’s the baby?” She said “I’m fine the baby’s fine too.” Sasha, Maggie and I walked to the main house. We ran into Jesus he looked at me weird and asked “Does Rick know you’re here?” I nodded my head “Yeah Dad knows I’m here I was worried about Maggie so I came to check on her.” I said with a smile. Jesus nodded and gave me a look that said that he wasn’t convinced but we carried on Maggie, Sasha and Jesus did there own thing planing on how to

The scrumptious smell of his requested Bagel-Bites filled his lungs as he entered their kitchen. The elated feeling in his stomach went away quickly as he saw his mother leaning on the counter, crying into her hands.

When Mrs. Chipley and Sally climbed the stone steps to Aunt Sarah’s porch, the great winds slapped them across their faces in frustration that they had escaped the rain. The sky was dark with night and storm clouds. Mrs. Chipley rapped the oak door. Soon the door was ajar, and it emitted a low voice.

Nancy woke up with pain in her back. She couldn’t remember anything from last night she got that drunk she thought. She found it odd how when she went to the bathroom there was a mark on her back. When she was getting ready for school she checked to see if the mark was still there. It was not.

It was always white when Rose made a jump to a new universe. It was similar to a flash of lightning but caused her whole vision to blank out. Involuntarily she squeezed her eyes shut against the bright light, causing her to see a different white wall. A white wall which brought back painful memories filled with screams of take me back, smudged mascara, and a feeling of hopelessness.

Tom stood at his bedroom window, his eyes fixed on the hypnotic stream of early morning traffic below. Exhaust smoke snaked and vanished in the beams of the street lights, choking the air with its noxious fumes. The sight was strangely comforting, allowing his mind to focus on the everyday monotony of human existence rather than what had occurred only hours before.