A Short Story : A Story?

“I needed you to see this.” He walked up to her, and she handed him a newspaper clipping. It was an obituary. She pointed to the gravestone next to them, a freshly placed one. Yagami squinted under the moonlight to read the paper. The name matched the stone. Yagami looked back and forth between the paper and the gravestone in stunned silence.

I look slowly to my side to see Aiden. He is holding my hand with tears in his eyes.

"I've been searching for you for weeks now. I had no idea what happened to you when they came. I am so relieved to see you. I thought I'd never see you again!!!" Daniel said pulling me close to him again but soon he released me to look into my

I groan and sit up, scootting next to him. I wrap one arm around him and lay his head on my shoulder. “You’ll always be my Little One, brother.” A ghost of a smile plays on my lips.

As I stand here, with my hand resting on your coffin, breathing in the scent of lilies and of wood-polish, the congregation is watching and waiting. The guests file into the church with the cool, morning, Melbourne breeze sending shivers down everyone’s spines. All the other guests greeted each other with upturned brows, watery eyes, forced smiles, and lingering embraces. The occasional person comes up and embraces me and tells me “everything is going to be okay," when they know its quite far from it. The crowd was growing quickly as more people flowed through the front door, all of them dressed in monotone fashions. Staring at me through the tears that fill their eyes are the people who cared and still care about you. I’m taking these few minutes to prepare myself, before I have to deliver your eulogy.

“I'm really happy you're here,” I say, omitting the part about being a little afraid to be alone with John.

beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.

“Well, why you sitting up there disguising your voice? I thought somebody had got that phone. Stop playing so damn much, Mini.”

He closed his mouth, kept his head to the ground and June concentrated on the tiny cracks in his lips. He never bothered with chapstick or vaseline.

“Do you think they'll remember her?” Amile's eyes remained on the horizon and in his hand he was fidgeting with a photo of his sister. “It's been so long, you know? Will they even recognize her?” His face was more serious than I'd ever seen before. He squinted as the last rays of light bled over the mountains then smiled at me.

One day in the early spring of 1997 James Jameson was at home eating his favorite cereal reeses puffs while watching spiderman, when all of a sudden the TV cuts to the news and apparently the world is in its early stages of ending. James realized he was home alone and his family had gone out of the town for a little bit, so he decided to set off to find his family. About 3 hours after walking and searching everywhere it starts getting dark and he needed to find shelter. When it was about 9:00pm he stumbled upon an abandoned amusement park and when he eventually found out where he was his anxiety kept raising up little by little.

“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.

It was a beautiful winter day in a small suburban American town. Griffin Junior High School was the only junior high school in the town. “ Come on, we have to go to the band room,” said Steve.

head, she already knew the answer to that. And no matter what, she did the right thing. Placing the brush on the vanity, reaching out she grabbed her pink hair ties. Then thinking about what happened, she needed something a bit brighter. Pulling out a drawer, she pulled out a pair of bright pink hair ties.

The man continues. “You should be praising the life, they’ve granted you; not out killing and damning them.”