A Short Story : A Story?

I smile and run my hands through Gray's hair. He groans at me and I move from his lap. He gets up and our eyes meet. I smile thanking him as he leaves. I look back to Cameron and smile.

Then suddenly, a disconcerting fear latches onto your cold shoulder holding you tight. What if these walls eat you alive? What if the only things you will ever see ever again are the scuffed tile floors, plain walls, and flickering fluorescent lights? The fear makes your head spin, yet it yanks you back to this moment with its boney, thin, gray

He looks around doesn’t see anything squeezing him and shrugs confused. She just starts bawling and laughing so hard, "I guess we still have differences on how we say things".

Your breath hitches at his speech, your heart full to burst with the weight of you love for this impossible, immortal creature.

Cool air hits the back of my lungs. The ringing voice reverberating in my head brings me to my senses as rushing air follows the clink of a gear falling into place.

Clanging fire bells, ringing sirens, crackling woods, and tromping feet - all amalgamated to assemble a chorus of trembling rumble. Roaring fire flashed in the sky. Plumes of dark smoke billowed in the air and enveloped the empty canvas above. Scorching heat seared into our integument, so unbearable that we seemed being baked. The flaming spears poured down like rain, adrenaline gushed into our veins, and the blood downed my feet.

My limps become useless as I drop to the ground, my eye rolling back. My body makes a loud thump against the door. Pain overwhelms my mind.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I smiled into his chest, he smells so nice, kind of like grass, and new books, and, I took a deep breath, chocolate.

"Could you please not. Why can't you just let me be..happy." I reply, slowly sitting up.

I nod, my eyes still searching for Jensen. I try to step pass him, but he doesn’t let me, following my steps. “Do you mind?” I snarl, my voice bounder line violent.

“You sure have been doing that a lot lately,” Anthony replies while tucking a strand of blonde hair, which had fallen out from Bethany’s messy bun, behind her ear.

It had been little over a week since they arrived at what remained of the ark. Though Raven couldn’t really be sure how long they had been in the sky, she was keeping track of the days, not the way she should have been. She was preoccupied working on what need to be fixed. There was no way in hell she was going to let this fail, not after everything they had been through, not after Clarke sacrificed herself to make sure they got here. Taking in a deep breath she glanced out the window catching site of the earth a frown formed on her parted lips. She still couldn’t believe what happened, it didn’t seem like that long ago she crash landed on the earth, it was so green now it was in flames. With a shake of the head she turned her gaze from the plant, there was no time for sitting around doing nothing. She had to much to do to day to just sit around and do nothing. She wished she had more hours to get everything done, or at least more people to help out with what need to be done.

After placing the phone on the desk, Andrew pounded his fist on the bureau, gritting his teeth, he swore, “That stupid ass kid can’t be that ignorant to think I’ll forget it. What he did is unforgivable. If we can’t talk him into doing the right thing, then we’ll make him do it. Are you sure this is what you want?”He asked, wanting to give Margaret an opportunity to change her mind. “If anyone discovers it, we’ll be in trouble, but I’ll take full responsibility.”

It was a normal day at the Williams house at 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Tim Williams was a small, muscular little boy who had brown hair that spiked up in the front. Tim was like any other twelve year old boy in the little town of Watermill he loved playing sports. ( 1. ) Tim had so much sports equipment in his room along with shoes and clothes all over the floor, he didn't know what to do with it all. Tim was just watching cartoons eating waffles when his mother walked in with a furious look on her face. She told Tim that it was about time he go upstairs and clean his room. Tim started up upstairs with a slow walk as if he wouldn't have to do it if he walked slowly. As he made his way upstairs he already knew what he was about to get into.

On the ledge of a high rise building, there sits a grim reaper playing guitar whilst looking over his domain with a detached eye. Down below, a traffic jam strands three young ladies in a cab, with an engagement ceremony fast approaching. Cecilia, the stressed out bride is about to lose it. She urges her two stalwart best friends Elise and Stasia to make it to the venue on foot. With limited time, they remove themselves from the car. Elise leads the pack with multiple bags in her hands as Cecilia tensely trots behind whilst Stasia helps her hold her wedding dress. When they thought things couldn’t get any worst, Cecilia is hit with another disaster when her heels break. She gives up her potential flats and decides to run on her feet in her stockings. Everything was perfect for her, happily married and a wealthy family, her life was already sorted out for her.