A Short Story : A Story?

This scene is nearly everyday now, in some places. Others have howling winds, torrents of rain, and the sea knocking against their doors. People near the Earth’s fault lines are knocked into each other, feeling as if God was rolling his dice. Great, mountainous waves attempting to wipe entire cities off the map, crash on the coast. All this, and many more, are the norm.

I wandered out of our alley and went up to her and said, “Hi Mrs. Mason, quite the storm we’ve had, huh?” To which she replied in her Southern accent, “You know, Ben, besides for the storm of 78’, this must be one of the worst, maybe the worst storm I’ve ever seen.” I was so shocked to see her outside. Never before had I seen her outside in such brutal conditions which really attests to how strong of a woman she was. Sure, I’d seen her walking outside in the freezing cold when I glanced through my bedroom window, but never had I seen her out in such atrocious weather. Reflecting back on it, though, I shouldn’t have been so surprised because this was who she was. That was her routine. Still, Mrs. Mason keeps walking around, always chatting with our neighbors and mailman, giving lost Brown students directions in sweet Southern accent, and keeping up her fashion.

The date and time is such a blur to recover, but from the grainiest of memory that I remember, it was a rainy day that reached into the darken sky, that would eventually lead me to what I thought was my doom. I barely knew some of these people, but since we were all going for the same reason, it never occurred to us about whom we were going with. Soon after getting in the car, an immediate wind of awkward silence rose above us. In my mind, I thought about my mother’s disapproval of me venturing about late at night, and it constantly built up on my shoulder, like the voice that whispers inside your head about the things you shouldn’t be doing. I tried to push that guilt to the side until it was time to go home and be confronted by her. The conditions of the road we were headed in didn’t look too great, and I almost started to think that it wasn’t the best idea to be out on such a dangerous night. The sky seemed very upset with us, like He, the Savior of Mankind, was predicting something bad was going to happen. In that very moment, when a burst of thunder struck the earth, I could immediately feel the pressure of the gravitational pull on my body

I wandered out of our alley and went up to her and said, “Hi Mrs. Mason, quite the storm we’ve had, huh?” To which she replied in her Southern accent, “You know, Ben, besides for the storm of 78’, this must be one of the worst, maybe the worst storm I’ve ever seen.” I was so shocked to see her outside. Never before had I seen her outside in such brutal conditions which really attests to how strong of a woman she was. Sure, I’d seen her walking outside in the freezing cold when I glanced through my bedroom window, but never had I seen her out in such atrocious weather. Reflecting back on it, though, I shouldn’t have been so surprised because this was who she was. That was her routine. Still, Mrs. Mason keeps walking around, always chatting with our neighbors and mailman, giving lost Brown students directions in sweet Southern accent, and keeping up her fashion.

Morgana’s eyes snapped open the moment her chilled martini dribbled into her lap. She’d begun to nod off and lost her grip on the stem of her glass.

“Umph!” The word leaked out of his mouth the second of impact. It may have hurt a lot, that stunning blow to the gut, but the pain wasn’t what bothered him. No. It was the laughter that made him want to hurl a brick at them. He knew he couldn’t lash out. His powers would crush Ninjago City, and all of the innocent people in it. So that wasn’t an option. He still felt like he had to use his powers, each of their blows like the power of a train each one bigger and stronger than the last. Normally, Wyatt would be able to keep his light, almost blonde hair and blue eyes from turning to black and red. But after the news he had heard yesterday, he found it near impossible to keep his anger and regret inside. On a regular day, he didn’t care about the girls at his school, because he knew he wasn’t ready, and it wasn’t like they were going anywhere. But he was wrong. You see, the one girl he cared about, and was sort of friends with, was Madison Angelo. She had told the Social Studies class (the only class Wyatt had Madison in), that she was moving to the E.U, and was not coming back. Wyatt went home that day to his sad little alleyway, and got caught up in homework. Later that night, in bed, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and he got up that morning feeling angry. Containable anger, but still anger.

Maybe if I die, things will be better. Your friends won’t care, they never care. Wait, you don't have any. Your Parents won’t either. You’ll be another corpse in the grou-

Walking home from school Jorge and his friend noticed a big black car parked in front of the Barnes’s house. “|Wonder what they’re doing?” Jorge asked, noticing the cigarette the driver was holding as he rested his arm on the rolled down the window and said, “Wow! Look at that stone sparkling in the sunshine.”

It was a beautiful morning when Mrs. Johnson said goodbye to her husband before going their separate ways for the day. With a wind blowing in her face that felt like tiny needles; Mrs. Johnson made her way to No Doze Cafe, the lovely coffee shop on the corner in the neighborhood where she lived.

It was a cold, fall day in Charleston, South Carolina and Violet was quietly sitting in her room reading a book until, Ms. Anna called.

When Warren was little his uncle had been like a father to him, his real father had died in a car crash five years earlier. He had a tough time moving and leaving his but he missed his uncle the most. His mother, Nancy, was a short brown-haired woman who had just moved to Hawaii from Gulliver, Kentucky with her son, Warren, to find work. Warren had brown hair like his mother but, he was already taller than his mother and he was only fifteen.

“I can beat you in a race to the house.” said my 5 year old brother Liam as he got off the bus. “Oh yeah, well let's find out.” I said. We started running, my brother was running full speed and I was jogging so he could beat me. We got to our nice house in Chicago and we went inside to get a snack and a drink. Then my Mom and Dad came home and said that we were going out to eat tonight then going to Dave and Busters. My Dad helped me on some of the games that way I could get a lot of prizes. I figured something was up so I asked him why he was being helpful to me and my brother on the games and took us out to eat and everything. (because he doesn’t like to go to eat very much during the week when we have stuff to do at home) “Well bud” he said. “You know how you said you didn’t want to move.” “Yeah” I said. “This time we have to move.” said my Dad. My jaw dropped and so did my brothers. “Where are we going.” said Liam. “We have to go to California for your Dad’s job.” my Mom replied. “But, but, my friends and my life here.” “I’m sorry.” my Dad cut in. The ride back home was silent in the truck. Nobody knew what to say to each other. Laying in bed that night I knew that my Mom and Dad already felt really bad so I didn’t want to make it worse. So the next morning I told my brother that he needed to be happy when we leave and not be so sad. He didn’t really listen to me so today he was really mad and crying when we were packing up our house. We finally got

As I drove down the street the sun glared through the windshield of my car. I had forgotten my sunglasses, and truly regretted it now. I turned on to the familiar street, and parked my car on the corner. As I walked to the building I saw an old woman sitting in a wheel chair, wrapped in blankets, motionless. Her daughter stood near by checking her watch.

“Ebenezer, you will cease your shoving!” Ma Oliver growled at her young son who was jostling through the breakfast line. He acquiesced with a bitter pout. Her wrath turned to her daughter, who withered under her hairy eyeball. “Deidre, if you even think you’re going out in that, you’ve got another thing coming.” That child jiggled away indignantly. Ma patted her youngest’s head, weary. The little one minded himself at the table, hunkered over his porridge bowl. “You keep eating your mash, Francis. There, there.” She pinched her lips together at the kitchen scene; four children to feed for free, another seven whom she charged for food. She was quite satisfied with the tidy profit she made here, and the children made for decent guests whenever they settled in her house. She wondered why she never expanded from here. (139)

One day before my birthday there was a huge storm in indianapolis, that day their was lots of rain, and thunder. All you could hear were the claps of rain hitting the ground with shatters of “boom”. As the rain continued my mom told me to get ready because she wanted to get everything ready for my party, so I went to my room and put my jacket and shoes on. As I patiently waited in the living room, I heard a huge loud “blast” of lighting echoing through the dark sky. As my Mom opened her door and started heading outside, I headed to the door and waited till she got their. As She slowly approached the door. I Twisted the doorknob, opening the door slowly. As we both looked outside and saw the heavy rain pour a ton of water. As she handed me the keys, I stepped out the door and waiting for Her to step out to she hesitated to go outside once I stepped out I could feel the cold Heavy Rain drops poured down my forehead into my pores making it look like if I was sweating then my mom finally stepped out and ran to the car try not to get wet but she was already wet as I locked the door I slowly approached the car not caring if I got wet. Once I reach the car door I slowly opened the door and stepped in once I stepped in I could feel the cold air blow hard into my face making me feel very cold and wet as my mom pulled