A Short Story : A Story?

To his surprise he found himself thinking of her after he had gone to bed that night… Then abruptly he had lost patience with himself for being so

He wasn’t with his friends and he could be himself and think. He thought about her more often at night because he kept thinking about if she was real or fake.

“Uh…yeah. Thanks,” he stammered out as she handed him a washrag and the soap after she had soaped up her own rag.

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.”

“Hello Martin” The Fat Lady laughed as she pushed the Stop button to the elevator. Martin’s heart sank. He started to sweat and shake his head. The Fat Lady eyed his trembling face and made a concerned expression.

Every step is heavy, as we reached the base of the hill, where a super steep incline awaits. We conquer it every year though each time, it feels less victorious. My brother took the lead, grabbing onto a thick plant to haul himself up. Going next, I grab the same vine, though it breaks, dropping me on the clotted earth. My legs become stuck with dirt, my sweat acting like an adhesive. Like the lovely person he is, Gabriel looked down and laughed, before giving me a hand and helping me up and over the incline, as displaced dust trickles down. To break the quiet I turn my embarrassment into his, making fun of his new girlfriend. “Why Bebe?” I quip, “Stella is so much prettier and smarter. And she’s actually your age.” Glaring at me, he hisses “Can you not. ” With this, a realization hit me: their budding romance had ended. And so soon! “Did you guys break up?” I ask, followed quickly by, “Now you can profess your love to Stella!,” before running ahead to avoid his furious gaze and swinging arms. His now ex-girlfriend, he didn’t even tell me about, instead, I found out through a post on Instagram, which I soon found out had been deleted.

"Wait. You knew him? Personally?" Liz fights the urge to smile as the radio buzzes to life in the background, the sound of a smooth voice echoing through the silent room. All eyes are on her-- but she hardly notices, or cares. She remembers the moments, those unforgiving moments that began in Washington D.C, and lead to near human extinction.

“ Sorry, Dawn! I guess I am a little late. Oh, and by the way, you are now on plain grain. We are giving your champion feed to Ringo now, with twice the apples. We think he needs and deserves it more that you do. I hope you understand!”

David stumbles out of his bed and onto his feet. Takes a moment to balance himself without the wall, then stumble his way to the out of the cell. He remembers when he was in this cell last time. It was a long time ago, when he was young and innocent and didn’t realise how horrible this world is. He was here to pick up his younger brother, Jerry, who had taken out his mum's car when he was only 15. They had a promise that David would never tell their parents as long as Jerry didn’t pull another stunt like that again. The parents always worried about Jerry as he was the trouble maker at school and didn’t care about school. Not like David anyway. David was accepted into Oxford, and was squeaky clean. He never did anything wrong, he was a smart kid. But he is a different person now. If you told his parents he would end up like this, they would die of shock. Age has changed him, he has experienced a lot and has anger growing inside him.

“Bet you can’t look at e house without even dying, perhaps that’s what happened to to your sister Janice.” I hear Delly saying that over and over again like a video that won’t stop replaying and as I shake my head it goes away like an echo. Delly wasn’t wrong, as we were all at the door and opened it we all were just staring at the dark shadowy room that smelled like honey, I was dying. This was the place the place where my sister died, or where she was last found, she still isn’t found because people aren’t willing to go through what she had gone to save her as few have and never got out. All of this town of Lakesville knew about the tragedy of 26th of October. Yes it was just 3 days ago and tomorrow is Halloween.

“Momma, momma, read it again!” little John Hawkins demanded from his ratty old bed as stars shimmered in his eyes. His mother, who sat at his bedside with a comic book in clutch, chuckled at his somewhat petulant behavior.

Kate whipped her head around to see who the owner of that voice was. She felt relief and joy when she saw it was Mr. Jacks who followed her. Maybe he will escape with her. Mr. Jacks stood less than 10 feet away and his dog sat by his feet, his tail wagging.

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.

For Jeongguk, the crash came before even exchanging words. The lithe frame and raging hair as red as poppies leaving his buzzed senses clipped. Burned to the very bottom of the wick while dazedly staring. Bubbly giggles and too much cotton candy leaving the tongue sugary sweet and pillowy plush catches his attention.

Moving around in the chair as if trying to get comfortable, Raymond asked, “What are you saying? Why am I here? I’ve done nothing wrong.”