A Short Story : A Story?

As rain showers down onto the windows, I walk through the empty corridor with a small frown on my aged, scarred face. The wooden door at the end was my destination, and from the other side I could barely hear the sounds of a business partner my age frantically calling for help on his phone; yet, to no avail. Anyone who would have helped him already got paid a visit by me. When I arrived at the end of the corridor, I began to think back to everything that lead up to this moment. Thoughts of why I was doing this circulated through my mind as everything came back to me in a flash.

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

Pacing back and forth- every day! I was going stir crazy! Running my hand through my once ruby-red hair, I cringed… Grime- and lots of it! I tugged my hand through my hair trying to loosen the knots. I kicked the door in frustration, “Let me out, let me out!” I pleaded, sliding down the door. Tears pooled in my eyes, begging to be released.

“You are going to let me go…” Taehyung started slowly before swallowing thickly, his voice returning back to its quivering state. His body was slowly shutting down. He was tired, so very tired. “I am going to open this window,” Taehyung motion to the window behind him before stepping towards the duffle bag. “I am going to escape. Either

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

Min Yoongi thinks long and hard, sitting outside of the apartment building. He needs so badly to talk to someone, and it just so happens that a familiar person is on his way inside.

Madeline stopped dead in her tracks when she saw that Gabriel’s things were gone from the room when she returned. Had he left her? She shook her head, trying to calm her anxious heart. Gabriel didn’t seem like the type that would just up and leave because she was uncertain about what she wanted. It seemed more likely that he had just moved to a different room.

Athena was terrified. It was almost as if the wind was screaming at her as she was walking into the Forest. She was only going to take a few steps into the Forest. At least that’s whatshe thought. Athena could feel her heart beating in her chest so fast that she thought for a moment it was going to fly out. Slowly, she turned around, prepared to go back to her best friend. As soon as Athena turned around, the only thing she saw was shadowy trees, surrounding her, almost as if they were going to kill her.

Nadia stretched lazily and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She threw her comforter off her bare legs and slowly climbed out of bed. She picked up her old clock, and as she read the time, she jumped in alarm and quickly headed to the shower.

Everything began that night with the ringtone of my phone, echoing through my dining room.

That night as she readied herself for bed, her younger sister Janna burst forth into Alayna’s rooms, dressed in her nightgown and robe. On the cusp of becoming a woman herself, the younger Tyrell girl flung herself into her sister’s arms and began to wail. “Don’t go! Don’t go! You can’t leave me here alone! Please stay!” The girl pleaded.

Flying through nighttime, I raced with my fellow ghost friend Laura on the abandoned roads.

The war was raging on. People fighting, animals ripping flesh, it just was never enough. The girl that was half vampire and half wolf was the cause of it all. I didn’t know it at the time, but I would soon be the end of it all as well.

June didn’t like being home now with Joe gone. The house was quiet. No slamming doors, no calls from her father to help him bail the hay or herd the cows. Most weekends, she would show up at Joe’s after trying to reach him on his cell. She would sit on the front steps or in the car and wait. She’d give it an hour each time before she gave up and left.

I stood up, my heart racing in my chest. “Hello? Baek? Are you there?” I waited for 3 seconds. 1. 2. 3. I could hear nothing from the other line. I cursed inwardly. I slammed my laptop shut and shoved it in my case. I grabbed all my things and burst out the door, startling Taeyon, a small girl with blonde hair, my secretary.