A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

“Yes, I am. I’m Captain Longfellow, I hope you enjoy your flight.” The captain said.

He waved at her excitedly, she was his good friend. If it wasn’t for her kind donation, he could never put a down payment on the boat. He moved the barrels to her, and began to unload the yellowfin, red snapper, and flounder. “Last night’s catch was great. I think we can break even this month.”

"I'm a little bit in trouble, Blerina. I was supposed to be finding things to fix my boat when I stumbled into the auction. Well, not my boat, but my family's. In any case, I was trying to find my way here…" He showed her the navigation map on his phone, pointing to the destination. "The trouble is those guys took all my cash. I still have some credit cards but I already got the maximum cash out on all the cards. Not that you should feel guilty; I don't want that. I mean, I would do that again in a second. So, are you OK? Do you have family that's missing you? How did you get involved with those guys?"

He said to them, “When I sent you out without wallet, pack or shoes, were you ever short of anything?”

Auron pulled a purse from his belt and tossed it on the counter. The sound of coins clattering on the counter had gotten the man's attention. He lifted an eyebrow and put his pipe down on a cupboard. He stood before Auron and looked at the coins one by one.

“We have a long ride ahead of us. I’m not sure when I will be able to find a safe spot to leave you guys, but I will try my best, but for now there is a sink in the loo.  You boys look like you need a good scrubbing so I left some extra soap out.”  The boys muttered thank you as the captain left the room. Some of the

“I’m still eating. One question at a- Hey!” He shakes an angry fork at Eren, who just tried to order yet another dish. “No more food! You’re just going to have to wait until the rest of us are done.”

“I can’t go with you, I know I told we were going but I can’t go right now. The taxi is a few minutes away, I will wait with-.”

It all began with a simple phone call one Monday night after dinner. Lorenzo, my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Alex, and he sounds anxious.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was curious, I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure adventure with Alex. Thirty minutes later, however, Alex’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Alex was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all enthusiasm as if I had a long-boring day of school ahead of me. As I got in the car Alex says, “it’s about Corey, he got a call saying his father was in a car accident.”

“Oh goodie, he got the answer right. Tell him what he won,” she spoke sarcastically while pouring herself some coffee. “He won the prize of not-giving-a-fuck package worth nothing.”

Linda entered Melina’s room and saw the note she left. She was heartbroken. Crying from her mistakes and realizing what she should have done. Went to find Melina all alone to not track attention to others. Melina walks to the opera and hiding her trails. She was alone in the dark night and trying to find her way. It was difficult to see where she was headed. Instead of walking around in circles she stayed put and slept in a alley just for tonight. Morning came and Melina was up. Found the opera and entered.

*Ding* The phone lights up. It reads 12:00 A.M. “Where is he?” Sarah asks herself. She’s been sitting by her window in her room, looking out at the road. It was quiet, except for the occasional car passing by. She’s been waiting here for about two hours, waiting for Sam. They met each other online, and have been together for three months. The first time they met was at a cafè. It was a bit awkward, because Sam didn’t necessarily look like he did online. On his profile, his hair was nicely cut, gelled to the side. In real life, it seemed like he hadn’t gotten a haircut in months, his hair almost to the bottom of his ears. On the profile, his skin was a nice, toffee-colored tan. In front of Sarah, his skin was a pale color. Sure, Sarah was surprised, but as they talked, she didn’t mind the looks. Now, three months later, she’s waiting for him on a Sunday night to go to a park.

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

The sun was blazing in the sky, it was a warm summer afternoon and my sister and I were home alone, waiting for my parents to come home from work. In the ten minutes of them arriving, there was another gentle knock on the door followed by a very unusually quiet and seemingly humble voice.