A Short Story : A Story?

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

Caylee got to her room and slammed her back to her bed. She covered herself with the comforter. Her face had been bright red as tears streamed down her face. She tried to think of what could cheer her up. Erin, Caylee’s best friend had always made her happy. Caylee grabbed her phone and to avoid anyone hearing her cry, she had texted

Allie woke up and came to consciousness, elated to realize it was simply a nightmare. Her room was pitch black as she gazed around the walls of her room. Rain pounded against her window and thunder was booming off in the distance. A sharp crack of lighting lit her room. With the flash of light, Allie saw her mother covered in blood laid back in a chair across the room. She leaped out of bed to find help, only to see her blood stained father’s grinning face blocking the

The broken family falls asleep together on the slight futon taking up the majority of the cramped space the room has to offer. Diana was right; Scarlet does understand why the simple bedtime story brought waves of panic coursing through her veins. Please, she prays, don’t take Mommy away from me, God. I’ll do anything.

She decided to look down for the rest of the walk after getting glared at by a passerby. As she was watching her feet and skipping over the cracks in the pavement, something had yanked the back of her jacket. Whipping around, Becca saw a shambled family. They were tan and soaking wet; their cardboard home shaped the background of the frightening portrait Becca was faced with. A wave of angry words, desperate words confronted her, echoing without meaning her mind. The mother of the two children fell to her knees weeping, pleading for something Becca would never exactly know. The daughter, the girl Becca realized pulled her jacket, stared at her. Dark chocolate colored eyes were melting with the heat of her pain and her brittle lips smoked with the speed of her pleading words. Becca was being pulled away unknowingly when she heard a familiar rumble coming from the pit of the girl’s stomach. And just as soon as the encounter had happened, it was over. Concern replaced the sound of desperation and she let her family know she was fine. She went back to looking at her feet. In a couple of minutes, Becca’s family arrived at the

Opening the door her eyes took in the man standing there and saw that he held a cake in his hands. Smiling she turned her attention to his face. "Well, John, thank you. Why don't you come in?" Standing back she motioned for the other to enter. "The kitchen is straight back." Her eyes looked him over again, he wasn't bad to look at. Perhaps she could use the poor soul. She would wait to see how he reacted to her advances. "My name is Annalise, by the

Confused, Sienna sits up in bed; she doesn’t even remember how she got here in the first place. But then, she sees Cole sitting in the plush armchair across the voluminous room, and memories, dreams she tells herself, come rushing back into her mind. Mom; tea; cut; death. Reluctantly, Sienna raises her hand from her comforter, just inches from her ashen face; sure enough, a gauze and cotton swathe covers her palm, blood seeping through the fuzzy white

Lena’s mother, Ying-Ying, began to fall apart, piece by piece, after the baby she had been pregnant with had a stillbirth. In a way, even Lena’s father had begun to fall apart - he was always worrying about Ying-Ying. At night, Lena used to hear angry voices through the wall from the apartment next-door. One day, Teresa, the daughter from the apartment, came over saying that her mom kicked her out of the apartment. Teresa returned to her room through Lena’s bedroom window, explaining that her mom will be worried about where she is but the whole time, she’ll be in her room sleeping. That night Lena heard the mother and daughter laughing and crying together and realized that she had misunderstood the voices she heard.

The girl bolted to the door, eyes darting wildly through the smoke-filled room. The flames licked at her heels as she ran, barefoot, out the front door of the once friendly dwelling. She panted, her glazed eyes looking back at her former home. Her small body collapsed onto the pavement, tears crashing down her tanned face. She heard the muffled cries from her parents in still inside. The parents she couldn’t protect. The parents she killed.

When she woke the following morning it was with confusion, at the familiar and yet unfamiliar surroundings. It took her a good minute to remember why she was at Kaiden's house and not her own room. As her new reality closed in on her she felt lost. Like a child that just wanted to run home to her parents. But they wouldn't have her anymore. To them she was as good as dead and they would have nothing more to do with her. At a small sound she turned her head and found her lifemate sorting through her clothing and putting everything away. He had so easily integrated her into his life, as easily as her parents had case her out of theirs. She shook her head at his offer of food, it just didn't

YOU GO AND TOUCH IT YOU STUPID GIRL,” the man yelled before hitting her. Margaux fell to the floor in pain but not surprise as if this was something that happened often. By the expression on her face it was clear to see that she had no idea what the man was talking about, yet she seemed to be accepting every hit he sent her way. The hits kept coming until the girl was crying out in pain and unable to do anything to help herself. Finally the man shoved her with enormous force and Margaux fell into the corner whimpering. He then marched out of the room without so much as a glance back at the young girl left on the

“Ah, I see you’ve woken up, Mrs. Chipley.” says Aunt Sarah. “I apologize about the room. I had to be sure you couldn’t escape and tell the girl’s parents about this.”

When he left Haig to meet and greet all the staff, Doctor Pax strode over to a plain wooden door in

The lights flickered,and then they went off.The sirens started,she was coming,I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.The beaten body in front of me was screaming,but it was blurred out,like my ears had popped.The petite blonde was wailing in the bathroom,fighting for her last breaths,floor covered in red,the liquid covering my hands.

Brilliant, yellow flowers covered the green, grassy hills overlooking Sandusky Bay. Seeing them caused Thomas to yearn for the Carolinas and for Allie. He missed her more than he ever thought possible. Since the letter dated 21 January that told of the birth of their child, Thomas had heard nothing more from her… He worried that something had happened to her or the children.