A Short Story : A Story?

“I don’t feel good,” exclaimed the auburned haired girl with the tomboy look and ragged denim jacket. “I don't feel good at all. Where is my dog anyways? He should have been home half an hour ago” She looked around to hopefully find a trace of where her speckled, droopy eared beagle went and then she saw it, a huge contraption about a foot and half taller than ten feet. She ran to PawPaw and said in excitement “what is that huge thing in the barn?”

“Hear that?” Dad hit something with his shovel. There was a big loud noise were Dad hit the dirt with his shovel. We all looked at each other and started digging, it felt like a hour before we were able to dig the thing out. When we looked at what we dug out, it was like we were looking at a treasure chest full of a million dollars. We had dug out a huge gold nugget! We knew we had to show our owner, he would be so happy. But we wouldn’t feel any better about it.

“Our parents are never just going to let us go to a cemetery! I said.Wait my mom’s grave is there”.I said.You’re right we can tell your aunt that we’re going to see her.”Emily said. DEAL?......DEAL!After school, we ran into the city bus stop, it’s about an hour drive there so we took the bus.When we got out it was pouring down rain.We waited for the bus to leave,then we had to jump the fence because the cemetery was closed.Once we jumped the fence we ran to the mayor’s grave.OH NO!I thought. The coffin was barred.”What are we going to do now?”Emily said.”I have no clue?”I replied in defeat.”I’m so sorry jade!”She said, touching my shoulder.”NO”I said.”What?” She replied confused.”We can’t give up……………. GO GET ME A SHOVEL!”I said.”Whatever you’re thinking...stop!”Emily said worried.”Just go find me one!”I demanded. “ ……….... FINE!” she replied. When she got back, she handed me one shovel and we both

“After all the digging with the snow, ice and mud my hands were numb,” he continued. “I couldn’t feel what was her skin and what was a branch, so I told the other individual helping that he was up and to start digging.”

“It’s a snow shovel! I continued to shovel Ms. Fisher’s driveway for the rest of the winter, because I couldn’t afford to replace it, being a paramedic with a sick wife that needs expensive medication.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” the boss cried out angrily as Sebastian paused. “You see the shovel and box?” Imala and Sebastian glanced over to the pile of items Imala had kicked out of the moving train including boxes and tools. “I have an idea. Missy, pick up that shovel and start

“C’mon Alyssa!” She grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my frozen state, Practically lifting me off my feet. My heartbeat sped up I could hear nothing but the sound of heavy footsteps behind me, my heartbeat, my deep heavy breaths. The foot steps behind me weren't running but walking, walking after us. We ran up into her yard and opened her door fast and slammed it shut. I watched in shock as her fiddled with lock on the door.

While outside, Easton wanted a shovel. After playing in the sand, he found a teacher and asked them to get him a shovel. Easton followed the teacher to get the shovel for the sandbox. The teacher showed Easton where to grab a shovel, when Easton told the teacher he wanted a “little shovel.” Easton and the teacher went to the next door and grabbed Easton a little shovel. Easton thanked the teacher and went off and played in the sandbox with his shovel.

Once we were sure that all of them were gone, we started thinking about how these worms got into our clothes when we were walking, and instantly we knew: it was the rain. The leeches must have been on branches and trees, and feeling our presence, have let themselves drop on us alongside the drops of water. That thought in mind we went back to the camping car

“Mom, I have to ask you something.”, I hear my sister say as I walk down the stairs from my bedroom. “What is it now?” she says back as she is very busy making dinner for the whole family. “Well I was just wondering if me and some of my friends could go sled riding sometime, but you don’t have to answer now, I was just asking”, my sister says to our mom. “I’ll think about it, but I’m not going to be home the next few weekends.”

Annie gazed out the window; the snow was falling like crystal diamonds. The frosty air made the windows all icy, making her finger through a smile on the window. It was another day of no school; it had been snowing like crazy here in Chicago. Most schools had been closed for weeks. It was just another day to cuddle up with a blanket and drink hot chocolate by the fireplace. But sadly for Annie she had to go outside in the frigid, cold weather and shovel the snow. Her mom went to work early in the morning and her dad ever since the divorce moved into an apartment.

Now let 's think about some other uses of the shovel. It is well known that people die. It is also commonplace practice to bury these people in the ground. So far this has been a good system that is until the zombie apocalypse, but that’s another subject. There is the issue of how to dig a hole big enough to fit a human body with a respectable amount of space for the deceased. This is where the shovel comes in! It revolutionized the process of caring for deceased people. It led to much more respect for the deceased because of their comfortable resting place. The shovel made the burial

Dad had made a list and after he returned from taking the plumber back to shore, we scouted around to see what we had and what we still needed. We conducted our search together. In the storage room beyond the kitchen I spotted two tongs that resembled a

Gray huffed and stopped digging, throwing his shovel up on the flat ground. The hole was nearly up to his neck. He pulled himself up as Blue finished. Gray stood over her, studying her. He prodded her in the ribs with his boot. She didn’t move. He kicked harder, but she remained still. He laughed to himself, turning back to Blue.

Consequently, while in my stress and discouragement that day, my mom received a call from a neighbor who had recently discovered a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake in his yard. “Ryan, Mr. Erb has just called.” She said. “He wants you over immediately to take care of a rattler in his yard.” I cringed. “Well, that’s just great!” I grumbled to myself. I really felt like saying, “But mom, can’t you see I’m buried in schoolwork with deadlines in a few days? Can’t you ask someone else?” But “okay” was all I said. I knew better than to argue and whine.