A Short Story : A Story?

“Ok. Just let me know if you need anything.” His mom said in a cheerful voice. Right after she said this a humongous, gruesome, creature with a hockey mask and a long machete busted down the door and stormed in.

“Ugh, God damnit!” I punched the wall, creating a small dent. My head was spinning, and I could feel my face going hot. Jane stood there, in shock and disgust.

The creature was spraying something and it stunk, and Jashise tasted blood. They spotted a window and a rock. Paige picked up the sticky rock and chunked it at the old window. The window shattered into a houndred pieces. They all jumped

The closet door creaked open to reveal the pale and frail girl, curled in a ball, her cheeks wet and hair a mess. Margot’s hands, which were clenched into tight fists, were a raw red color from beating the unyielding door, and dry sobs wracked her whole body. If possible, her dull blue eyes were duller than before. “Margot?” one of the girls cried out softly.

Martin jumped. He opened his mouth to talk, to yell, to shout or even to squeak out a sound, however, nothing turned out. He was so scared, so petrified that he couldn't talk, and he was grasping his crutches so firmly that his knuckles turned white. He was trembling and his knees would have been knocking if he had his fractured leg on the floor in the little room. He flicked his eyes up to the roof once again. "That entryway is my only way out of this! I need to attempt to reach it, yet she's standing directly under it. If only I hadn't fractured my leg "Martin thought. At the thought of his leg, , it began to hurt with a fiery and throbbing

The cabin's roof had fallen in, and there was glass all over the floor from the windows. There was a strong musty smell in the cabin it made Ruth almost sick. She walked into the kitchen and looked at all the broken cabinets. Ruth opened the stove and to her shock she saw a family of raccoons. She then ran out of the house screaming at the top of her lungs.

The afternoon progressed and eventually a small group of us had decided that it was time to go wander and do something else. Our short attention spans had reached their apex of time allotted to a single activity. As we began to gather up to migrate, a couple of our friends jumped off of the crash pad and onto the ground so that they could put on their shoes (which are never allowed on crash pads) and we can leave. One of the girls with no shoes on, landed on a piece of the broken glass, slicing her foot wide open.

That night Sally was in bed and she heard some noises, but she didn't think much about it. She got up to see what it was. It was Aunt Sally sleep walking! Aunt Sarah came into Sally’s room and fell on her! Sally tried to get her off, but when she woke up, she screamed at Sally! That’s when Sally knew she had to do something about Aunt Sarah.

Elizabeth looked down the ski slope. It seemed steeper from the top than it did from the bottom. She should have stayed on the bunny slope with the beginers but her brother laughed at her. Elizabeth knew that if she didn't go down the slope, her brother would tease her more. She tipped her skis and started down the hill. She tried to remember how to stop as the trees on the side of the slope went by faster and faster. There was a Mogul, a little hill in the middle of the ski slope, and when Elizabeth went over it, her skis left the snow. She was in mid-air. What if she broke her leg? Her skis hit the snow with a thud. She leaned left and she leaned right. She couldn't believe she was still upright. Elizabeth closed her eyes. When she opened

object flew from across the room and barely missed her head. She put both hands on the mirror now and as the mirror cracked more a loud penetrating screech echoed throughout the house and sent chills down her spine. Then she felt a cold clammy hand tightening around her neck.

Bang! Katherine and I both flinched, then instantly jerked forward, grabbing at the smooth table top in a frenzy but coming up with nothing in our hands. We both turned to look at the perpetrator with anger in our eyes. But now, I’m getting ahead of myself. I never could tell this story in the same order.

In the fifth grade, while watching a health documentary in school, Alona learned that chronic loneliness increases the risk of an early death by 14%. Immediately after hearing the fact, she ripped out a sheet of paper and quickly jotted the fact down.

That first night in San Francisco was unforgettable. I was asleep for most of the airplane ride home. When I finally woke up everything looked so different. I saw the magnificent, glistening, blue ocean and a very large bridge. I stepped off the airplane and Amir asked me, “How are you doing Sohrab?” I said nothing.

“Yes?” She inquired. I slowly raised my arm up behind me and stuck my finger out at the house. Time seemed to slow down as my mom’s eyes filled to the brim with fear and the house seemed to scream out at her. I stared as my mom

The door of her room was slightly open, leaving a crack between the door and its frame. Upon the door, there is a small window half covered by a curtain. Light from the