A Short Story : A Story?

Did he just ask me to go to bed? Going to put that on that back burner with the other comment. Since she had never considered the apartment as her home she had not even one moment of confusion as to where they were. She was shivering slightly from the short nap and the cooler temperature of this fall night. She would have loved to have a fire to curl up in front of and just warm her exhausted bones. Yawning she stepped out of the car and started following Rob up the front steps and into the one hundred-year-old house.

He got up and realized joey was still sleeping so he quietly got up to get ready for his day. He opened the shade and began to get ready. The sun’s rays were beaming through the windows now as he slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Joey. His nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before his eyes registered the scene in his dorm room. Joey was spread-eagled on top of his bed against the far wall, his throat cut from ear to ear and his boxers stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.

Peter ascended the staircase slowly, letting his hands glide across the finely carved wood. It was old, most definitely, and it had it’s deformities, like deep scratches that resembled scars or the obvious dust, but it was

Lukas stumbled downstairs, still wearing his dragon onesie. He rubbed his eyes once again and ran his hand through his light-colored hair. Seeing everyone staring at him as he descended, he quickly looked behind him to

“Adrien, I’d like for you to read the Bible, Matthew 7:15 tomorrow in the morning.” The teacher spoke strictly, her eyes shut but her stick pointing towards the empty seat where Adrien would usually sit.

On a bright sunny day in the middle of summer I woke up wrapped in my warm fluffy blanket with a dog. With my mom saying, “Austin wake up your cousin will be coming visiting us.”

They stepped out into the cold December air, heading back to the bridge that they slept underneath. ‘Home’ as Ana so fondly put it. On their way, Ed saw that the deep blue Mercedes Benz was gone from its parking spot. “It must have been a half day for him”, Ed thought to himself. The two kept on walking, arm in arm. “So, what now?” Ana asked. “It’s only four o’clock.” As if on cue, the Mercedes Benz came ripping around the corner, heading right for Ana. Ed barely could blink before the squeal of brakes and Ana’s scream both registered in his brain. Ed could barely recall what happened next, but he remembered seeing Ana face down on the pavement, and watching the young programmer get out of his car, looking dazed. Later he learned that the man had to rush home to get a data storage device that he hadn’t brought to work that morning. There were probably more technical words that he used to describe it later on, but Ed wasn’t focused on that in the moment. In the moment, he grabbed the boy by the arm and screamed at him to call an ambulance.

A scream echoed in the darkness around me. All I could remember was that I was walking to the barn at around midnight because my horse was kicking the barn doors I got to the barn and I opened the doors. When I opened the barn doors I got hit in the head with something and crashed to the floor I can’t remember what happened after that. I woke up in a small black dark room that had no windows and nothing but a blanket inside. I tried to scream but it seemed like no one could hear me. I stood up from the blanket and dizziness suddenly hit me and I fell back to the floor. I landed on my arm and shrieked in pain I looked down at my arm and there was a lot of blood gushing out. I tied the blanket around it quickly to stop the bleeding and pain and quickly I fell into a deep sleep.

The rain fell gently on the faded concrete floor. It created a harmonious rhythm, with a beat for every three seconds. The sky was deep blue, with a grayish tint. The distant roaring of thunder was prominent. A young girl, about 15, quietly walked on the vacant street. Her bright red boots were now a dull shade of gray, and her clothes were drenched. Every step she took let out a faint squeak. The girl stopped in front of a washed-out playground and apprehensively glanced at her watch. “Max! Where are you? We’re getting late!” the girl hollered. A young boy ran towards her. His round face shone as he happily trotted to her side. The two children started their journey home.

“Oh no, oh no…” she said as she started to harden. A chill went down her spine, as she now stood there, naked, in physical pain, covered in muscle balm, and completely erect. “Now’s not a good time,” she whispered to her own body.

Morning light, the natural alarm clock that tended to slap people into the reality that the safety of sleep was gone and the hell of morning had arrived. This morning felt like all the others, bright and way too early for Naomi to deal with. She tried to roll back over and go back into the safety of her dreams, but the light of the day was tugging at her eyelids to the point where she had to submit and open them. Looking around her humble room, nothing seemed out of place until she had fully woken up. The only thing out of place in the room was her, this wasn’t her bedroom but, she didn’t know what her room should look like. She knew that something was wrong and for the life of her she could not figure out what was wrong. She quickly looked around and was thankful to find a mirror that would allow her to fully look herself over while she racked her brain, which was still waking up for the day, for information about what happened the night prior. In the mirror she focused on her face, it was definitely her face with it’s dimple on the cheek and the bags under her eyes. Her eyes were still the familiar shade of brown that, in the light, looked like gold and other metallic hues had made their way into her irises. Turning her head from side to side she checked that she still had her two ears and felt her hair slide over her shoulders with each flip, the muted gold locks floated effortlessly around her shoulders as she grew more confused. She wasn’t restrained and she

Once at the age of 7 Aundreas decided to run away after a discussion with his mom, Aundreas had wanted a vanilla pudding cup instead he got a chocolate pudding cup. His Mother Crystal had told him that if he kept hitting his pudding cup with a spoon and making a mess he would get one of his Ps2 games taken away. Aundreas stopped looking his mother in hers eyes observing the green color laced with gold as he slowly lowered his arm pushing the pudding cup over. Crystal shook her head as she sipped from her glass of water, she walked to his room grabbing his Shadow sega. Ps2 case making sure Aundreas clearly saw what she had, his eyes grew dormant with anger and boredom. Me out mom, we done he said as he walked to his room, he grabbed his bob the builder backpack as a tear when down his cheek.

‘He was pushing the bushes and tree branches to the side, making his way through the cold and dark forest.’ Said grandma Lizzie.

“ I dare you!” Noel said as she smirked. “NO!” Karina screamed with a voice so loud she woke the dead. I was just standing there shivering in fear trying my hardest not to run. You could tell that Karina was trying so hard to say no, she wanted to say yes so badly. I made it easier, and said “If we all go will you?”. She turned to look at me and said with a skittish face, and said “Yeah.” The next evening we all met at my shed and we got the supplies we needed for the nights stay at the haunted house!

myself breakfast suddenly I hear a knock at the door and as I went to open it I see Liam standing there with a box “ merry christmas “ he said “ you shouldn’t have gotten me anything” I told him “just open the box” he said and there was a ring made of gold with little snowflakes around it, “ it’s beautiful but why would you get me this “ I ask him “ the ring is made from a special type of gold and the snowflakes represents the times we have been together” he tells me. “It’s lovely thank you but I have gotten anything for you” I tell him , “ it’s okay the best gift you could gave me is being mine” he replied. As the years went on I started to wonder what happened that night that I pass out as I start to remember i start to feel this weird but powerful energy and I let out this loud scream and as I look up into the sky little snowflakes start to fall down and the sky starts to get dark that’s where adam came in a hurry and tells me that he has to talk to me. “ what the hell adam it’s been two years since we seen each other and know you just want to talk if like nothing didn’t happened” I told him, “ I know but you don’t know why I stop talking to you” he said “ the only thing thing I remember is that liam told me that you didn’t want to be my friend and that hurt but you know what hurt the most that you told liam instead of talking to me” I replied , “ that’s not what happened Liam lied to you he told you those lies so that he could keep you to himself” he said “ what the