A Short Story : A Story?

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

“Holy cow!” someone had screeched. “Look outside!” Rylee and I rushed to the nearest window and saw the craziest thing.

"there was a man! He took my bag, he ran towards the woods!" I said as I pointed towards the trees. The guy nodded,

Cartman rolled his eyes and turned away, pulling out his phone in the process. I tuned out of reality and closed my eyes.

The 15 year old stopped moving and stared up at her sister. She's never heard her yell before. Especially at her. She'd be lying if she said she was scared, but under stood where she was getting at.

"See? T-there is nothing to b-be afraid of," Neil assured. We were currently inside the elevator as the doors were shutting; my eyes were covered by my hands, and I was leaning against the wall for support. It had taken another ten minutes after agreeing to do it before I got myself to actually get on the thing.

The lady suddenly started to break into a run towards us. We all screamed and ran away as fast as we could. The lady who was normal looking at first to me suddenly looked like a witch. I never ran back inside so fast from something so absurd.

Joyce continued to rest her head on my chest for a while before she sat up. "Mom, dad. Can Ritter stay here? He really does need help. I can hardly hear his heartbeat." I was so surprised by her question that I nearly spluttered out some really nasty things. "Absolutely sweetie. He can stay here. But he needs to know the house rules

I walked over to her, kissed her on the cheek. “I have his medication,” I said, placing the white paper bag on the coffee table. “How are you doing, Vinyl? You haven’t been to bed in days. Maybe you should get some rest with me tonight.”

“Are you okay?”Interrupts the woman. “What?”. “You’re crying..” She said silently. I felt the cold tears stream down my face. I wiped them away with the sleeve of my dirty jacket leaving a streak of dirt on my cheek. I didn’t know what to say. Oh me? I am fine. I had just decided to just begin reminding myself of how much my childhood had fucked me up, nothing important. No. Too much. I sat there silently with a pure, but blank look on my face. I could feel my teeth start to

The sky had been darkened by thick gray clouds. The brown wooden fences that bordered colorful houses all seemed as if their color had faded away. Small drops of water slipped gracefully off of the delicate leaves to the ground. The whole scene had a certain elegance to it, however mysterious the thin veil of fog made the familiar setting appear.

The smell of antiseptic filled my nostril as I gripped my coffee tightly. Swinging my bag over my shoulders, I watched as the other nurses and doctors walked into rooms checking on patients. The sound of familiar beeping rang through the air, as I strolled past the front desk into the hospital break room. I opened the doors and heard the voice of my coworker.

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

Flashlight. Check. Golf ball bag. Check. Phone. Check. Emergency kit. Check. Snacks. Check. Avalon went to make a mental list of everything she'd need for that night's adventure. She knew that tonight would be no different from all the other nights, but she still re-checked everything. It was a side-effect of having anxiety; Avalon always felt like she was missing or forgetting something.

“We’re taking off,” he murmured, as he switched his phone into flight mode and slipped it into his briefcase.