A Short Story : A Story?

The men outside of the cell started to laugh at him. He looked utterly pathetic at the moment. He continued to shake as he looked up at her. She let go of him walking towards the cell door. The man opened it up, letting her out. Isaac watched as the cell door was being closed. He lied down on the floor, continuing to cry. He couldn’t believe the things that were happening to him. The slums were more messed up than what he was led to believe.

Hearing those words, broke Isaac down. The sadness his heart carried, echoed through his aura, spreading throughout the room. He couldn’t believe she felt that way about him. Whether she was angry or not, it left a pain in his chest. He turned around, leaving her in the bedroom with Jeremy. Malessica looked to Isaac, regretting what she said. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she turned her attention back to Jeremy.

The morning sun shined brightly through the city of Costelios. Isaac remained asleep, until the sun rays seeped through the blinds of the window, aiming at his eyes. Sitting up, he looked around his living room. The events of last night were still in his mind, considering himself lucky to be alive along with Malessica. The moment he thought of her, he looked over to the sofa, noticing she wasn’t there. Getting up immediately, he made his way out of the living room, looking around to see if she was still there. From the kitchen he could hear his mother talking and laughing. Not entering his kitchen, he listened from the doorway. Hearing Malessica's voice and the smell of his mom's cooking. They seemed like they were getting along well,

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

As Jenna stood there drenched in the oniony stench of the cafeteria's chili, all she could think about was how she was going to get revenge on Taylor Everly.

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.

"Wait. You knew him? Personally?" Liz fights the urge to smile as the radio buzzes to life in the background, the sound of a smooth voice echoing through the silent room. All eyes are on her-- but she hardly notices, or cares. She remembers the moments, those unforgiving moments that began in Washington D.C, and lead to near human extinction.

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.

Everything began that night with the ringtone of my phone, echoing through my dining room.

"Robyn, hurry up we're going to be late?" Leo, my boyfriend called from the bottom of the stairs.

On a casual day, on the first week of October, a twelve year old, going by the name of Joshua Stephenson, was getting kicked out of his home. Again. His 6th foster parent couple, angry and disappointed, discarded him after what happened at school.

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.

“We have a few questions and want you to come down to the station and answer them,” he said without a hint of trouble in his voice.