A Short Story : A Story?

He hears the principal's voice. "Attention. Code red. We have an intruder in the school. Lockdown is in progress. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill" he says in a panicky tone. The room goes chaotic. Everyone is rushing around, finding a place to hide. Liam sits there frozen. He thinks of one thing as all this is happening; finding Ocean and making sure she's okay. "Liam! Liam!" yells the teacher. Then he starts to move. He jolts out of his seat and rushes out the door, ignoring the screams from his teacher. The halls are empty, dark and quiet. Somewhere lurking in these halls, is the intruder. Is he armed? Will he make it out of this alive? He just did the stupidest thing ever. And all he can think about is making things right with her. After ten minutes of walking, he hears banging on the lockers. It's coming from behind, he thinks. He runs down the hall and turns the

As the group of friends approach the old run down Orson High school door. Jake opened the old creaky door it creaks open like nails on a chalkboard. As soon as the door opens the room begins to fill with darkness. The kids hesitate, they slowly enter the school. It’s so, dark Lizzy and Alissia whip out their cell phones to be used as a flashlight. The group slowly walk toward the freshman lockers. As they get to locker 289 Mikey quickly opens his locker 2-36-2. He could do his combination in his sleep considering it was pitch black in the hallway.

Sam pauses for a second as he watches his father stare at the television. Sam grabs the garbage and goes to the back of the house to empty the trash. He knew he would only have about five minutes before his father notices his stuff is still on the floor. He creeps to the front of the house hoping his father would not see or hear him. As silently as he could, he makes it all the way to the old and rusty gate in the front yard. He did not make a plan about the gate and decided that the gate would make too much noise. Disappointed in his plan, Sam goes back inside and grabs his things in utter defeat, then marches up the stairs to his room where he slams the door so hard that the picture of him and Tyler hanging on the wall falls to the ground and

Pulling on her arm, Laban drags her through the dirt, her legs scratched from rocks and debris and her hair a tangled mess. She pulls away, but he is too strong and his grasp on her arm sends shooting pains up into her neck. As they approach the tent she screams, “You can’t do this! Jacob is mine, we are in love.” Shoving her inside the tent, she fell to the ground cutting her arm on the crook of her shepherd staff; blood covers her gown. Her body aches from the jostling and cut arm, but pushing herself onto her knees, she glares up at her father, “Jacob won’t accept my sister; he will rescue me, you’ll see.” Without a word Laban leaves his daughter alone on what was supposed to be her wedding night.

As the sun was rising the RV returned in the same spot that it was before parked right in front of us. The door flew open and Dad came flying out the door.Negan then spoke "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Dad didn't know how to answer him and was looking around in shock and disbelief. Negan then yelled "Speak when you're spoken to." Which made me jump at the sudden elevation in his voice. Dad said "Okay, Okay." Negan said "It was about the way you looked at me I wanted to change that.I wanted you to understand.But you're still looking at me the same damn way like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?" Dad said "Yeah." Negan laughed and said "Alright.And here it is -- the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess."Negan pointed to Carl and said "Kid right here. Kidnow." Carl got up and walked over to Negan and as Carl walked over to him Negan smiled at me. Then he looked back at Carl and said "You a southpaw?" Carl asked "Am I a what?" Negan rephrased "You a lefty?" Carl said "No." "Negan said "Good." and he took off his belt and wrapped it around Carl's arm and asked "That hurt?" "No." Carl replied. Negan had a smile on his face and said "Should. It's supposed to. Alright get

After my nap I found my phone inside I called my mom and she answered. "Hey baby, how are you enjoying it" she said ans I brust of tears. "Its terrible he gave me to this guy and now I'm locked in this very house, I can't leave or do anything mom!" I screamed. "Take deep breathe sweety" I heard her voice cracking.

“If anyone can hear me...we”--cough, cough-- “ we... this much smoke in here, we gotta...we gotta get out,” the man screamed.

Shaking, I stand up, trying to steady my body and my mind. I make my way across the lot back onto the street. I start towards my house once again.

Jason was strolling down the gloomy back street, its walls dark and menacing. He had trekked this path many times, but this time it got him on edge. He felt as if he was trapped by the massive buildings around him. The faint smell of dust covered him as he walked down this dusty and aged street. He emerged from the dark and gloomy street to be blinded by the intense light of the sun. Noise of the busy people bustling around him surrounded his ear. He turned to follow the main stream of people, his grey eyes scanning the crowds as he walked to try to find his friends. Spotting them, he barged his way through the crowds to get to them. A random person barged into him knocking his leg, then with searing pain, his leg flared. He searched his leg to find the source of pain and found his chip digging into him causing blood to pour out. Thinking to himself he wondered what these chips were even for. He looked up to see the massive buildings create what seemed to be walls surrounding him, leaning over him. Everyone around him seemed so cheerful, yet he couldn’t see how they could be in such as desolate place, they all seemed to be oblivious.

Sammy and I board quickly. He heads to his seat after a quick nod of encouragement. I sit down at my seat, happy it is at the end of the row so I don't have to squeeze by anyone. I feel like I have been waiting forever when the lady came out wearing a blue hat and started to "prepare us for takeoff" whatever the hell that meant. I look over at the people sitting next to me and see a kind looking lady, maybe in her late seventies and some guy wearing a trench coat and a tie. His hair is what could only be described as "sex hair" and from what I can tell he hasn't shaved in a couple days.

There were a few moments in Xia’s life that she could really pinpoint as being a fork in the road, where there was a single decision that changed everything. Turning down the expensive high school in the next state, that was one. Thinking she would be fine jumping out of a tree, only to fall and break her leg in six places, that was another. And right now, walking down the bustling street with her arms full of carrots, this was one too.

After waiting more than an hour in the parking lot for Marlene to arrive, Katherine was ready to go home when she saw the old familiar Malibu pull into the parking lot, and rushed behind the building so her daughter wouldn’t see her. Peeking around the corner, Katherine watched Marlene get out of the car, go to the driver’s side and kissed him passionately, before waltzing across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. Katherine watched as her the raven-haired beauty with a reputation for being high maintenance get in the red Mercedes and drive out of the parking lot.

The summer had seemed too short for Maxine Caulfield and anxiety filled her as she loaded her school bag and prepared for her first day back to class.

It was a cold darkening night when Fredrich began walking down the street of Warsaw, late at night when the city was as dead as a graveyard not a gunshot or cannon could’ve woken the dead, he was planning an escape on how to leave to America. He walked through North Avenue plotting every detail of his plan. Fredrich came across someone he did not recognize at all he thought to himself, “Who was this strange and dark figure,” because fredrich could not see his face, but only the shadow that dwelled there, had this menaced and restless feeling. The dark figure walked along the street. Fredrich decided to follow him regardless of the warnings inside him, but Fredrich’s curiosity got the best of him not knowing if this dark faceless man was dangerous. He followed the figure for about 30 minutes and it just disappeared into the night.

Knowing by the tone of his voice something was wrong, Andrew said, “I’m never too busy to talk. Bill, what is going on? You sound as though you are about to lose it.”