A Short Story : A Story?

Suddenly I hear loud commotion coming from the room beside me. Walking over to a room much too small for the amount of people in it. Also being stuffed by dingy, outdated, futons and couches, appearing as if they got picked up from off the street. All eyes are on one man standing in the middle of the room, holding a tube of toothpaste which was identical to mine. The man is wearing a light blue jumpsuit, covered in patches and stitching showing the many hours put into work. This was

It all must be clean. Get that dirt off the floor! Make your bed!” Matt never had handled visitors well. He spent the majority of the day, as he did every day, in an effort to ‘tidy up’. From the early hours of the morning when darkness oozes through the window till late in the evening when the sun slinks away. Meals only served as distractions for Matt who wasn’t hungry anyways. Not on a day like today. From corner to corner he scrubbed with a pair of faded socks that he kept for this purpose. Scrutinizing every inch of the room he moved meticulously along the walls and across the floors. The room wasn’t large of course, two yards one foot and eight and one fifth inches across by thirteen feet exactly. His very own room. Matt prefers to live simply, his furnishing including a flimsy wooden chair, bucket and bed that took continuous effort to keep free from mildew. Anyways, the general was coming today, thus the urgency. “She’ll be proud today. I know she will.” Matt likes to chatter when he is nervous. But the sun came and went without the expected guest. That tortuous sun, catching and illuminating every particle of revulsionary dust. How Matt hates the dust. He loathes it. Reacting to a sound at the door, Matt leaps to attention. “’ey Matt.” A voice grunts from outside his door. “Ah, yes, how kind of you to drop by Ben.” “The Doc’ll be down tumowruh.” Tomorrow? What is this? They told him today! There is shouting outside his door. Probably just Ben and his

Those words replayed over and over again in Jim´s mind, but then when he looked at the photo of Della, he knew what he had to do. The pawn shop would be closed by the time Jim got off work, so he had to convince his boss that he was sick so he could leave. Ironically once he got outside his thin jacket didn't protect him enough from the cold, so he began to develop a cough and runny nose.

“Ouch!” I heard Drizella whine from the back of the carriage. She was plucking her eyebrows as our transportation hit a bump in the road. We were on our way to our new step-father’s house. Drizella is not the biggest fan of him, but Mother says he’s loaded, so personally I see no problem with him. Our carriage slowed, and we pulled up to a dark, wooden house. It wasn’t a poor house by any means, but it was a bit shabby. This was entirely disappointing. “Mother!” I screamed. “I thought you said this man was rich!”.

The old rusting car shook as it rocked up the unpaved road leading the way up the hill. Crunching on gravel as it crawled along the car came to a stop. The driver side door swung open as a stubby old man wearing a peach colored coat exited his car to be meet by the dull light of the moon and the sound of distant waves. The man began slowly walking towards the sound of the waves until he was stopped by a steep and sudden drop off into a sea down below. The old man let off a grunt as he swung his legs over the side of the drop and sat down to stare at the water.

Gregg lay on his bed, hands covering his face. Tommy was dead. Shot in cold blood by Maynard. A man he thought was his friend. He killed his friend, Tommy without a flinch. Would Maynard also shoot him? He supposed not, because he was Frank Daggott’s son. But Gregg didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a part of any killing. Gregg wished he was with Julia. Where was she? There was no reason why she wasn’t here. There may come a time that he’d have to dump her. Just like his old man dumped women, Gregg could easily be like that too.

I ran and I ran as fast as I could, Athena called my name Jack you are a chicken, come back I need you! As I ran away I went to a police station and which I told him everything as the chief replied she will be locked up for good. The next day on the news I saw here poster saying missing and charged with 5 accounts of murder. For two months I felt like something was watching me. Then I flipped on the tv the very night I was creeped out I saw an insane girl found dead. As I looked over my shoulder in the mirror next to the tv I saw Athena dead. Shouted dad. Ahhhh! I exclaimed, oh it was just a story Haden I promise my dad said calmingly. In that moment I realized it was not a story, it was true as I look at my dad's piercing blue eyes I saw Athena was my dad's sister.

“ Mom I don’t want to go to the stupid concert tonight please don’t make me go,” I whined

saw him jab a needle the size of a ladle into the white flesh that was waiting. He jumped in the chair. The needle wiggled but still sank into the clump of skin.

The sky was like an array of colors just begging to be seen. I could feel it calling to me. “Maddie...Maddie…”

It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son Sam was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. Sam has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Dakota, when I heard what sounded like Sam talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him. When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because Sam was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “Sam! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a sandwich. “Sam. Who were you talking to out there?” I asked. Sam looked up for a moment, “I was playing with my new friend,” he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. “Does your friend have a name? Why didn’t you ask him to have lunch with us?” I asked. Sam stared at me for a moment before replying, “His name is Funny Man.” I was a bit taken back by what he had said. “Oh? That’s a strange name. What does your friend look like?” I asked a bit confused. “He’s a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. He’s got long arms, with stripy socks, and he always smiles.” I

Dante crept out of the room and shut the door to his home. The wind blew furiously at his black hair as he tried to keep up with the rest of the people. He let out a sigh of frustration and made his way through the crowds. In the distance, a girl not so young was shouting.

The morning sun shined brightly, making its way through Isaac’s blinds. The sun’s rays got into Isaac’s face, causing him to turn his head. He tried to sleep for a bit longer, but knew it wouldn’t be possible. Lying in bed, Isaac turned his head to the ceiling. It had been three weeks since the defeat of the Sangrine Syndicate, though it felt like yesterday. Isaac sat up, starting to think about Gerard’s funeral, which greatly saddened him. Remembering Malessica crying made him feel worse, since he wasn’t able to do anything to make her feel better. At the Funeral, he barely said a word to her. It made him feel like a terrible friend, but he didn’t want to think too much about it.

My lip was bulging as blood mixed with salty tears. The metallic taste was filling the gap that was left on my face. The gap felt rough whenever I touched it in the slightest bit. Slowly and painfully, it turned red, then purple and then back to my normal skin tone which, almost made me pass out like Sleeping Beauty. My lip felt like there were arrows going into my mouth and out my throat. I let out a high pitch scream that woke up all of humanity. Everything after that was a blur. I didn’t understand what was happening. I looked like the cousin of Joker and I talked funny just like him. Maybe, I could have been his twin sister rather than his cousin. I will explain everything, it time.

It was the morning, Devi woke up late and was trying to get dressed. She was freaking out a bit and stuffed her face with her breakfast. She looked at herself in the mirror and her curly hair was a mess, she didn't care and ran. To the front of the house saying good bye to her family members. She saw the bus waiting and she waved as it started to leave, she realized she didn't have her backpack. Devi ran inside and back to the bus. She sat in a seat and leaned forward to catch her breath. The girl sitting next to her smiled and said "You were a mess out there." Devi turned around and laughed, "yeah, i woke up with five minutes to spare. It was crazy." She shook her head. "It sucks cause my parents had a huge, delicious diner waiting for me-" "That's awesome!" The stranger replied. "There was such good food waiting for me, but i missed it!" "Wow! If only my parents did that for me, I'd be up on time every morning. What's your name?" "Devi. What's yours?" "Marielle. What grade are you in? I'm a senior." "Me too. I already like you, hopefully we have classes together." "That's a bold statement. What if I'm evil."Marielle gave Devi a menacing look. "No way. I mean look at your outfit."