A Short Story : A Story?

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

Leaving the motel on Highway 74 around 3:00 o’clock, Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling, her thought lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. Pulling into the garage, Marlene parked her Mercedes, brushed her hair put on fresh lipstick, before going into the house, relieved she was home when her husband and father-in-law arrived. Wanting to surprise them, she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, sat down at the counter and glanced through the mail.

The man ran through the cold, biting rain. A run fueled by pure terror and adrenaline. Dashing down a ruined street corner, he finds refuge in a small, worn down building. Entering slowly, he looked around and seeing no threats, he deemed it safe. Using scattered pieces of broken wooden pieces, he started a small fire and began to dry his clothes as he waited for the end of the storm outside. He’s been through this before; at first, a sound like a rat scattering across the floor of an attic. After the sound is first heard, there is no stopping it. The sound continues, growing louder and louder until finally a figure jumps from the shadows, a man, identical to the man in appearance. After jumping from the shadow, he begins his ruthless attack on the man, but this isn’t the first time that he’s been through this. Using the flaming sticks from the fire, he fights back against the figure, but alas, no matter how hard he fights back he will always die.

Bruce woke with a start, feeling a warm comforting embrace he hadn’t felt in a couple hours. His groggy mind caused the images around him to be blurred, so he forcefully rubbed his eyes in an attempt to help clear his vision.

The hardwood floor was cold on his bare feet. The maroon walls hid underneath framed portraits sporting strict domineering poses and wide, unblinking eyes. Settling creaks and the hush of wind against the windows created a comforting lullaby. Luka padded through the booby trapped wooden floors and arrived undetected to his sister’s room.

And on the other side sat Lord Hemlock. Hazy rings of smoke rose from a cigarette clasped in his white and bony hand. He stumbled to his feet and stubbed out the tip in an ashtray. 'How dare you barge in here?' he shouted in a raspy voice. 'I demand …'

Seated on his couch, watching a black and white movie, Cander attempts to unwind from the days work. Still present is a scatter of papers across the table in front of him. His phone rings, surprised to receive a call at so late of an hour, he answers inquisitively.

I was on the edge of my seat in that movie too bad it ended with a cliffhanger. Cody was right next to me and he had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I woke him up and we had left the theater he yanked my arm back and said “Kate, I left my phone in that theater can you go get while I run to the bathroom?”

“Have you ever thought about using a gun?” McCree asked as they sat on the deck. Gabriel sat on top of a storage container watching the two as they practiced. Genji had his full gear on as he watched Jesse spinning his peacemaker on his finger. He wanted to throw a shuriken and knock it off him, but he knew how well that would go over.

Blake stepped off his tour bus and made a bee line for his truck that was brought for him to drive home. He could not wait to get back to his girl. He hated being away from her for more than a glare hours and it had been almost two weeks since he'd seen her in person and not on his phone screen. He hurried and started his truck and made the drive back to the home he shared with Gwen as fast as possible. It took him almost half an hour because of traffic but he finally made it. He got out of his truck and when Gwen didn't come outside to meet him like she normally did he went inside looking for her. He found her in their bathroom looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Blood dripping down, staining his white attire. The fletching sticks out with his leg bent at an unusual angle. Less than a month ago, the Cringy Kool-Aid Warriors broke through the kingdom wall, enslaving all those in it. Now, rebellions ensued, with patriots attempting to regain their rights and their kingdom, resulting in riots and battles with many casualties. Bob was a regular farmer, simply looking for a well for his crops, but right as he decided he was a distance away from the violence an arrow pierced his right calf. A riot was going on in the distance and he was hit by a stray arrow. He screams in agony, but nobody can hear him over ongoing battle. This is it, Bob thought, This is how I die… It was getting harder to stay awake, and his eyes barely open, he finally gave in and went to sleep.

High pitched screams fill my ears. I cut through the crowd still trying to make sense of what was taking place.

The dawning of sunlight hit the half's face faster than desired, nor anticipated. Jazz threw her pillow at her little brother's face. Instinctively, the halfa shot up and stood up in a defensive stance. Realizing it was not a ghost, he relaxed.

The woman smiled, tucking a fly strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m sure you all had a lovely bus ride here. Now, before we can get inside we just have a few things we need from you. As I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, there’s a line of tents along the fence. We will be splitting you all up by last names and assigning you to one of the tents. Once you get to the tent, the wonderful people there will explain the rest to you!”