A Short Story : A Story?

“Yes, but she does not open doors for strangers and why are you asking” replied Little Hood.

“What are you talking about?” She yelled into nothingness as her eyes frantically searched around for any sign of her family.

“That was a stupid move! Now they’re going to chase you! Too many people are already looking for you.” A young girl with blonde-brown hair, wearing a band shirt and jeans, was yelling at her television while watching her favorite show, Unnatural. Her favorite character, Charles, had ran away from the work that she didn’t want to do while nobody was looking. She was eating her least favorite snack: Vegetables. As if the show didn’t make her upset enough. Great. Someone is knocking on her door. I can’t handle my favorite character dying again! Too many people die in this show. Then she heard a knock on the door.

The armored man cut the Imperial officer off, “Or you’ll what, Captain? I’m not one of your lock-stepping drones, this part of the op is mine. End of Discussion.”

“No-no don’t ask me to do that. I told you this once before. I’ll try to call her aunt. That should be enough.”

“No, but I can ask,” the girl- his granddaughter- replies, and there’s a loud noise from where he assumes she picks up the receiver and almost lets it drop. He can hear her giggling in the background.

“He seems to be following your Granddaughter around. What do you want me to do?”

“Great! I’m Chynah! Nice to meet you. Go grab a walkie-talkie and when they call a name, find the child, and bring them down.”

Detective Gerald stepped towards them and knelt down. “I promise you two, I will do all I can to keep that sick son of a bitch inside the jail cell. When he does get released, it won’t be for long.” He put his hand on both their shoulders before retrieving a business card from his shirt pocket. “You know where I am if you need me. I’m sorry for the bad news. I truly am,” he said in a flat tone.

"Okay, well you stay with me right here and I'll help you find your mother. Okay?" He answered.

"I ain 't gonna to say hello to them! I gotta tell my papa what kind of people moved in there," she answered.

through the peephole. He first notices a shiny star badge on a bulky mid 40s man and a big cowboy hat looking down at his shoes.Tanner slowly opens the door see two dark hazel eyes of remorse. He says “ Can I help you officer”

through the peephole. He first notices a shiny star badge on a bulky mid 40s man and a big cowboy hat looking down at his shoes.Tanner slowly opens the door see two dark hazel eyes of remorse. He says “ Can I help you officer”

It was a freezing winter day and our whole family was inside huddled in one room by the fire place with a piping hot cup of cocoa with two or three marshmallows in it. Although it was warm inside Sarah and I wanted to go outside to the library anyways because we loved reading… well not so much Sarah but since I'm her brother we kind of did everything together. “Mother, Father” I said “ can me and Sarah go outside to the library?” they both paused and gave each other that one overprotective look and they said “John you only just turned 13 last week and Sarah's only 11” I realized that we would have to sneak out so when we were done Sarah and I quietly snuck out while the parents were distracted discussing things I wasn't paying attention to.

Tears pour out as I sob uncontrollably. I walk around with grief and regret. I drag my feet along the chilly floor wandering around the house as if I was lost. I hold onto my pounding heart as tears fall from my eyes nonstop. I grasp the knob that leads to an empty room. I stare at the dull pink walls surrounding the room that used to be filled with joy and happiness, but it’s now a quiet place filled with dread. The whole house was filled with despair. I completely zone out and stumble upon a rock solid bed. Curling up I buried my tear stained face into a soft and fluffy pillow. Slowly my body starts to fall into a deep sleep. That night I did not have a breathtaking dream, but instead a memory. A memory that would forever leave a profound bruise on my soul.