A Short Story : A Story?

I decided to try and reach the staff exit from the back rooms. I believed that would be my best attempt. I stepped out of the kitchen and into the hall, and then froze. I didn’t need to look to recognize

A gust of wind blew through my thick blond hair as I opened the door; the music was pumping, flowing from the speakers, some weird techno tune. Seconds later I found myself in the grips of a stranger, tightening around my waist “Hands off bro!” I mumbled unfortunately for me the alcohol had slurred my speech, but before I knew it, I was shoved face first into the door of a van “Ouch, stop!” I could hear the hum of that good-awful techno tune fade into silence, I could feel the waves of aggression flowing from this person I was still

I stumble to the side, my back against the wall with nowhere to go. We’re in a giant round room with high ceilings. I don’t even see a door. There’s nowhere for me to go.

“Shit!” I think to myself, blood pumps it’s way through my head, pound on my eardrums. I feel light but my legs are jelly. I push past it, and back up, further pressing myself further into the door, it creaks and I flinch. I grip the flashlight with all my might, white floods my fingers as the color drains. We both go silent, the steps

any unwanted attention. “Oh crap it's a dead end” I whispered to myself. I turned around

His feet sunk deep into the fresh snow as he picked his way down the sidewalk, hood up, watching the crystal flakes drift past and fall onto a silent street. It was dark enough for his vision to be blocked, 5:30 at night. Malaki was out without parental permission, but he didn’t care. He was sixteen, he could make his own decisions. He was out “studying” with a few friends, if studying means partying that is. His parents should’ve been in bed when he got home but just in case Maliki would sneak in through his window. He crawled in his window, the room pitch black. He went to turn his light out but his mom had beat him there. She flicked his lights on and crossed her arms. Her husband shook his head.

Nadia stretched lazily and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She threw her comforter off her bare legs and slowly climbed out of bed. She picked up her old clock, and as she read the time, she jumped in alarm and quickly headed to the shower.

Snow was a blanket upon Atlas’ austere domain, almost blindingly glistening against the waning sun. The chilling breeze bit at cheeks and battered noses until they were tinged pink. Children wandered the streets with deftly-crafted snowballs and prepared for a winter’s war while adults huddled cozily inside by the crackling fire. The bitter, arctic season was upon them.

During breakfast she was thinking of ideas on how to get 200 million dollars. Her ideas involved her working in a car wash service or be an employee for a cafe, but she was young. Nobody would want her as a worker. Then an idea struck in.

Negan’s never been accused of having a handle on his emotions. Being with Lucille only exacerbated that quality in him. When he was with her, Negan was prone to dramatics. Negan wasn’t the only one to be so damn stubborn, though. Lucille was the exact same damn way about it. Lucille’s mother had put it in a nice way that still stuck with Negan to this day: “You’re young and passionate. So, what if that means you butt heads so much? That just means you’ll be even more passionate making up afterwards. And then I’ll finally get my grandchildren.”

Warm, streaming tears fell across my pale skin as I watched the fiery and radiant lantern float gently across the fading sky. With each swing it took, flashbacks of my grim memories flooded my brain and tears continued to pour. I curled tightly into a ball and buried my face into my chest in frustration. But Grandma hollered me in.

Sunlight shined through the bar windows of the cell. It was quite an eerie feeling and it never went away. How sunlight shined but it was still dark no matter which corner you turn and the noises, the noises of those who are screaming for someone to get them out but no one heard them. No one ever does. There were many cells but in one cell, lying on the ground, was Clarisse McClellan.

Shelby, a 14-year-old girl woke up to the smell of pancakes on a warm fall morning. She put a sweater on and ran downstairs to find her mother cooking an appetizing breakfast. Her mother said, “What are your plans for today sweetheart?” Shelby replied with her list of chores she had planned to do. Shelby ate her pancakes and bacon, washed her plate, and then jumped in the shower. As soon as she got out of the shower, she put on her clothes and headed out the house. Before she left, she invited her friend Amanda to spend the day with her. The two girls agreed to meet at the local coffee shop in their neighborhood. While Shelby walks to the coffee shop which is 2 miles away she started feeling the urge to sing the Disney World theme song. She thought it was because she had watched a movie about Disney World the night before, so she whistled the song while she walked. Once she got there she bought a large coffee and sat with her friend Amanda, they talked about school and life. All of a sudden Shelby heard the Disney song “Hakuna Matata” playing in the coffee shop overcome and she told her friend Amanda that she loved the song. Amanda looked at her strangely and said, “Okay whatever” and then Shelby looked at Amanda strangely. Shelby said, “Don't you hear Hakuna Matata playing?” Amanda said, “What are you talking about”, “ The music don't you hear it?” “No, I don't” “Ugh, whatever let's just go to the park.” Walking to the park the girls stopped at the library to grab a book.

Flying through nighttime, I raced with my fellow ghost friend Laura on the abandoned roads.

On the corner of my block, there’s this one house that’s always haunted looking. When I walk past it, it gives me the chills and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I was walking home past it one day, and I just got a bad feeling from that place. I felt like there was something harmful about to happen, I felt the suspense. It felt like there was something or someone behind me.