A Short Story : A Story?

Derek screams while thrusting himself into a sitting position in the uncomfortable hospital bed, and the pain which he felt earlier commenced. A nurse ran in and began checking Derek’s vitals making sure that his body wasn't in shock or shutting down. “Your fine,” the nurse with bags under her gray eyes stated. “Don’t yell unless you are dying.”

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

Sammy watched the medics rush in as the machines surrounding Caroline began beeping at a loud and continual rate. He remembered being yanked away by the arm and remembers looking into the bloodshot tear-filled eyes of his aunt. He remembers that being the last time he saw his mother. He remembers it all too clearly because that day was a year ago.

“Trust me,” she said softly still enveloped in Albert’s arms as she quietly cried in his arms. They both waited in the room silently as people filed in and out of the area even in the middle of the night. It felt like an eternity before a doctor approached Leda and Dr. Farrage. Both of them got up in anticipation with a sliver of hope. The doctors expression was somber as she introduced herself, explained how her team tried their best to resuscitate Dr. Steele, and offered her condolences. Leda felt as though someone had struck her with a wrecking ball. She kept repeating, “this is all my fault” as she collapsed on the floor crying. The doctor helped Dr. Farrage pick her up and seat her on a chair. The doctor apologized for their loss again

The house groaned around her. The creak-creak-creak sound from the basement returned with it’s harsh melody. Walls shuddered. Doors slammed.

“Hey mate. You lost consciousness after I hit yo-- I mean you hit your head on that rock.” The man said.

Suddenly, a muffled but audible chipping noise rang out from the building, followed with a volley of shrieks and footsteps. Stanley thoughtlessly dashed to the front door, almost ramming it, and began to knock frantically. “Is it alright in there?” Stanley projected through the door. There was a brief stretch of silence, but atlast someone answered:

A crowd had gathered around Jeffery [Jeff for short] and Doc by now – just in time to hear his breathless exclamation. He looked up at Doc with tears in his eyes, sobbing so hard you could hardly make out what he was saying – but we all heard part of what he said, the only part that mattered . . . Paula.

The receptionist normally situated at the front desk was absent at the moment. Wether she left or was simply on break I didn't have time to contemplate over. The ride to the fourth story was one of subtle unease. Such unease mounted into alarm when i saw the door was slightly ajar, lighting pouring out from the small gap of space.

While I was busy trying to figure out a way to talk to her, I hadn't realised that the strap of my backpack had caught on my foot and tripped only to find the asphalt rushing towards my face at an alarming speed. I hit the ground . . . hard. My face took all of the force. I felt blood spill out of my nose. There seemed to be a distant ringing in my ears. After laying there, letting the pain sink in and getting myself together, I pushed myself to my

“It sounds as though someone is in the kitchen. I will call the police. You stay here and don’t make a sound until I return.” Andrew put on his robe and shoes and tiptoed out of the room. Margaret waited a few minutes before deciding she wanted to see what was going on downstairs. Putting on her robe, and went out into the hallway, to listen. When she was unable to hear anything, she went down the hall and stopped at the top of the stairway.

As she hit the mirror a splatter of blood emerged from her hand and landed on the fragments of mirror. The grip on her neck loosened, the lights came on, and Timmy awoke by gasping for air.

“Mom, Dad... Mom, Dad.” I moaned. Suddenly, there standing in front of me, I saw my mom and dad peering down at me. That's not possible, I thought. They are in Switzerland. This must be some sort of strange illusion. They can’t suddenly appear! I forced myself to think this was not the real Mom and Dad, and they were actually Skyping at the ER.

“Don’t cry, I’ll grab it,” I said as I let go of Alice’s hand. I lowered myself onto the ground grabbed the crayon. When I tried to get back up I hit my head on the table. I fell back onto the ground, my head had already been throbbing in pain, but I couldn’t remember why.

"I want you to get right out of that house immediately," said the doctor's voice. "Right now! I'm coming round right away, and the police will be there any time now. Wait outside for us." The phone went dead. Joanne stared at it. She was confused, but she was also a little frightened by the obvious fear in the voice of the doctor. She replaced the receiver, then quickly backed out of the door and ran into the