A Short Story : A Story?

“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.

I trudge into the room. It’s just another boring museum, isn’t it? But it’s not. Time slows.... the wall blocking me from the painting shifts with my steps. Suddenly, everything else is dull. My whole body is drawn to it and my feet urge me into it. My brain says no - It’s dangerous.

“Aahat Aahat Bloot!” sounded the busy cars in Times Square, New York City. The clock struck twelve and the street filled with people and preposterous, loud music. I don’t know how I ended up here; I remember leaving the New Years Masquerade Ball to head home before my stepmother returned, but seems like I headed the wrong way. My attire for the ball was different; I now wore a red dress that was clenching, tight with white stripes. I wandered around bewildered at the people and events happening. Eventually, the mass of people from the street started to move towards this building, so I followed behind the crowd.

beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

The girl, laying in her warm bed, was staring. She was staring up at the ceiling, this happened every night, a bed was supposed to give comfort yet it makes her anxious. She had only moved to her new house in a secluded part of her neighborhood, and only a week in strange things started to occur. Something was here and it wasn’t playing games, she knew it wasn’t after the first incident with *it.* The girl had finally moved everything into her house, exhausted from the work and doing it alone. She had gone upstairs to her bedroom yet the door wouldn’t open. It was a narrow hallway, and it seemed that every door in the hallway had locked themselves. Of course, it wouldn’t have freaked her out as much if it weren’t for the door that closes off the hallway from the stairs had also locked as well. She had been trapped, she couldn’t do anything but wait to see if someone would come over but they never came.

“If anyone can hear me...we”--cough, cough-- “ we... this much smoke in here, we gotta...we gotta get out,” the man screamed.

Clemmie woke in a strange room. Where was she? The only noise came from a fire where logs burned and crackled in a grate. Framed photos lined the top of a mantle but they were too far away to see. She stared for a while into the flames and let her mind drift. Shapes formed in the flames. First a gargoyle, and then a girl’s face. The bright orange light hurt her eyes so she let them close. A few minutes later she jerked herself awake again. She felt hot. She kicked off the blankets only to find she was naked underneath. She blushed and covered herself before anyone came in the room.

Shaking, I stand up, trying to steady my body and my mind. I make my way across the lot back onto the street. I start towards my house once again.

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.

A light rain pitter-pattered against the windshield of Tom’s Mustang. Every few minutes, a burst of sunlight exploded through the clouds, creating gasoline rainbows in the opalescent puddles pitting the asphalt. Stifling a yawn, the young officer stared into the distance, his concentration waning with each passing mile. Maybe it was the hypnotic swish of the windshield wipers, or maybe, it was the knowledge he was about to face Booker for the first time since their disastrous date. Either way, his focus wasn’t on the road, and he failed to notice the red light. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white sedan heading toward him, but it was too late for him to react. The vehicle crashed into his door, the impact spinning the car around and slamming it into a light post. With no seatbelt to protect him, his body jerked forward, the force smashing his temple against the windshield. A bolt of pain exploded inside his head, and he slumped against the steering wheel, the loud blare of the horn following him into oblivion.

Knowing by the tone of his voice something was wrong, Andrew said, “I’m never too busy to talk. Bill, what is going on? You sound as though you are about to lose it.”

After waiting more than an hour in the parking lot for Marlene to arrive, Katherine was ready to go home when she saw the old familiar Malibu pull into the parking lot, and rushed behind the building so her daughter wouldn’t see her. Peeking around the corner, Katherine watched Marlene get out of the car, go to the driver’s side and kissed him passionately, before waltzing across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. Katherine watched as her the raven-haired beauty with a reputation for being high maintenance get in the red Mercedes and drive out of the parking lot.

In an alleyway riddled with trash laid a man barely conscious of the world. Beneath his back, seeping all around him was his life. Reaching his bloody fingers up to trace the edges of a nonexistent face. " Serenity," he rasped. "Serenity," he rasped again.

You walk outside to get some fresh air and as soon as you open the door you were blinded by the flash of a camera.