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.

“Why doesn’t it hurt?” he mumbles to himself, looking down. He doesn’t feel like he’s been shot. The blood confirms that he has, but there’s no pain. The only thing he’s felt at all was a sensation like being punched, when the bullet first went in. And his legs are falling asleep from the strange position he has them in. That’s all.

“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.

Instead, he kept walking away, his severed arm burning and cramping as if it was still on fire. The pain never abated and it was maddening.

“I am Nathan Andrews. I have come to explore and study this magnificent castle.” Before he can ask her to introduce herself, she’s attacking him. With expert instincts, his hand pull the sword from its sheath with ease in time to block a blow. “Woah! Wait! What did I do wrong?”

“Fine, I won’t need it anyway,” he answers arrogantly. “I shall finish you with this!” pulling out a much larger sword from behind his back. Swiftly swinging the behemoth of a sword was easy for him. He was much stronger than the average man, I knew one cut from it, at the speed he was swinging it I could be finished. The armor he was wearing was as hard as diamond, he came prepared for a bloody bout.

Knives are silent. Quick and graceful. In the right hands, more deadly. Drop the gun. Come willingly or he dies. I don’t care. I have you either way. I can’t lose. You can’t win.

Jeremy Thomas’s hands trembled, and the blade fell through his fingers, glistening as it crashed onto the hard cement. The body that lay before him convulsed for a moment. The arms of the older man were curled against his chest, his hands balled into fists. His legs, however, were stretched out almost completely; only his knees were bent.

Being confronted with a knife is always scary and always dangerous, but if it does happen there are a few things to remember:

¨Sasha,¨ my trembling voice whispered to my best friend's sleeping form, ¨Sasha, Sasha, Sasha¨. I continue to whisper-yell her name and was about to start pinching her until she whipped around and started yelling at me

Backh woke up on the first day of school he was going into the ninth grade and he was very excited, It was the year 10,000 BC and he lived somewhere in Europe. He went outside to check the temperature and it was pretty chilly so he went back upstairs to pick out his outfit. He was looking through all his furs and choose to wear his new woolly mammoth fur that he had gotten going school hunting the day before. So he went downstairs and ate his pterodactyl steak before going to school that his mom had cooked it for him before she left to go hunting. He ate his steak very fast and almost choked because he was so excited to go to school. Backhs house was very tall because that is the only way he can fit inside it with him being 10’4 and seven hundred fifty pounds, he was the biggest person to live in their village. As soon as he got finished with his steak he bolted out of the house to get to school.

I couldn’t believe it. Well actually I could. I had caught my first boyfriend cheating on me with some bitchy hoe from school.

There she was, Lisa wearing the same old letterman jacket. But today was different. She was drenched from the rain. She wrung out her hair like you would an old mop. Her blonde ponytail turned a dirty yellow. She wore an ocean colored shirt paired with some gray sweatpants. The bottom of her sweatpants made a puddle on the tile floor of the high school. Lisa’s brand new white sneakers didn’t look brand new anymore.

In a school, far away in Spain, lived a girl. She was brave, ignorant, and most of all, persistent. She would do anything- even if it was a joke. Sadly enough, this would lead to a deadly phenomenon in the sea.

My lip was bulging as blood mixed with salty tears. The metallic taste was filling the gap that was left on my face. The gap felt rough whenever I touched it in the slightest bit. Slowly and painfully, it turned red, then purple and then back to my normal skin tone which, almost made me pass out like Sleeping Beauty. My lip felt like there were arrows going into my mouth and out my throat. I let out a high pitch scream that woke up all of humanity. Everything after that was a blur. I didn’t understand what was happening. I looked like the cousin of Joker and I talked funny just like him. Maybe, I could have been his twin sister rather than his cousin. I will explain everything, it time.