A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

‘Just finish off in here, Jen, and then take the rest of the day off.’ She waited, shifting her water bottle from hand to hand. ‘How are things with you? How’s Angie?’

“I am so glad to be away from the house!” Joan beamed. Not only was she thrilled to be more than a few steps from home, she was happy to have some alone time with Perceval. She was anxious for a repeat of those few stolen kisses and touches they’d shared. And perhaps more.

James told him they were negative. Edwin dropped him off at the corner of Karen’s house. James got out the car and said he’d wait until she returned home. “Man are you’re crazy, there are a lot of “sliders” you can get some play from.” said Edwin “I’m not about that no more, man it’s time that I become focused in my life.” “All right call me if you change your mind.” “Bet it up man.” Then James walked over to the park across from Karen’s house. Edwin drove off

He checked his rearview. Several cars back a white van followed. He’d noticed it twice now. It was the kind of van the mob used, no side or back windows, a solid screen separating the cab from the rear. He’d keep an eye on it. Doing so was second nature. Used to following, he was expert at knowing when he was followed. But the van turned off.

“Penny would you please go fetch me some fire wood?” Mom shouts. I roll off my bed and make my way downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and I see mom staring out the window. Shrugging it off and walk outside into the backyard. The stack of logs sit perfectly, still fresh from when dad cut them. I grab three and turn around, admiring our small pale blue house. I sigh and walk to the back door, but stop to the sound of voices. I immediately recognize moms, soon followed by dads. I set down the logs as soon as I hear his voice. I recognize the voice, it’s the man. I resist the urge to bust down the door and tackle him, but I know he has guns. I risk everything and I peek through the window. My guess is right, I see a tall figure with slicked back hair the color of his soul. Black. Everything on him is black, his hair, his outfit, his gun, even his eyes seem black.

or recruited a Tom Cruise. It wasn’t important who started the fights. Both the obstacles and the triumphs enhanced the journey and swayed the reckoning of the mirrors.

“Get out of my house rat!” She mimicked. Her voice was identical to Hazel’s, “One last thing.” She smacked Hazel again, and she fell the

“Oh come on Trent, go around the neighborhood with me!” I whined scrunching up my face. My brother looked down at the hard garage floor. He played with a leaf on the ground with his foot. The summer sunshine shone the tiny garage windows.

“You look flushed,” Joan noted, raising his hand tenderly to my cheek. “Is something bothering you?”

The putrid purple of old bruises gleamed helplessly against the limpid replacements— it was all my fault.

“Well, well, well. It looks like someone couldn’t handle some garlic bread.” Genevieve smirked when I turned around while whipping the barf off the sides of my cheek.

“Who do you think you’re looking at with that face?” Ms. Anna said as she raised her hand and quickly brought it down to Violet's face with a hard smack!

"Seriously, you should totally do it" Max threw his head while letting out a low laugh that was escaping his lips. His muscular body was leaning against the bar watching the sea of teens dancing and drinking around like it was their last day living

There were days where she barely thought about what happened at that party. Days where she was just Bailey doing exactly what she had always done before that fateful night. Then there were days where sometimes the smallest discrete thing would happen that would bring flashes of it before her eyes. The way someone’s hand moved or the sound of a door locking. She truly wasn’t sure how others coped with such a thing. There had been written statements saying she dragged him off, that it was something she wanted. It had been said to her so many times now that sometimes she actually started to believe it, question herself.