A Short Story : A Story?

Wooow, he just died, I exaggeratedly thought to myself, but with my mouth open. I stood in the pounding rain glimpsing at Doodle, didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. No emotion appears upon me, but questions were roaming my head: How am I going to tell mom and dad? What should I say? How should I say it?

She tore towards the wooden frame that had protected her in the past. It was the front-row seat that afforded her the opportunity to witness the beautiful baby boy being softly cuddled in her Mistress’ arms. Enthralled by the intimate moment, it was her Master’s entrance that reeled in her thoughts.

When yet he was but tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering how honour would become such a person. that it was no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.

Jonathan couldn't breathe, he couldn't even blink.All he felt was how his heart had been completely and fully abolished and eradicated.Ellen slowly starts to walk towards Jonathan fearful of what is going on inside of him.thomas still in shock wraps an arm around Jonathan. Jonathan looks at Thomas, says nothing; and eventually looks back down.Ellen hugs him with all the passion and spirit, she could muster.They all just stand to try to stay strong.But this time together.

The night sky lit up with burning white lights, while the moon hung loosely binding itself to the earth. My heart thumped, with the thrumming of the moving vehicle; while my head spun in circles, continuously repeating the same mantra I have been for the past few days.

It was just another regular day in New York for Brad. One could tell he was just getting off his night shift from being a custodian at the local mall, as he was wearing his raggedy uniform. Brad was walking down the sidewalk, looking filthy and greasy, when a woman caught his eye. He noticed she was wearing a pants suit with a briefcase. She had just walked out of the empire state building. “A woman with money,” he said. He noticed that she walked out of the building at exactly 11 a.m. “Tomorrow I am off work and I will meet up with her,” Brad thought. The day passed and Brad rummaged through his closet to find some of his nicest clothes so he could impress the lady. He finally found a nice dress shirt and a tie.

She hurried down the rest of the hallway. Stopping in front of her father’s chamber room she heard his cry. Knocking on the door the sobbing stop.

They woke him, woke him like she told them too. She could hear him , hear him in the other room, talking gibberish like he had before Caitlin put him to sleep back at CCPD. Her heart sunk a little, what was she expecting? She was expecting to find the man she was to marry, but instead it was the one that talked gibberish. It was still her Barry, just different she knew this. It just hurt her, frustrated her that she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. She was trying too, she really was it was just hard. She knew that his gibberish had to mean something but what, what did it mean, she needed to figure out, so she could help him. She placed her hands on her hips, head shaking back and forth “You can do this Iris, you have to do this… Barry needs you.” She told herself a few time, yet she didn’t move. She stayed put, staring at the door. It was only a brief walk she had to make until she was standing in the room with Barry, her Barry, yet it seemed like a mile. Why? She wanted to see him, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and smother him in kisses to make up for the time she lost with him. But fear kept her feet frozen to the ground. She dared not move, not yet anyway.

When Pierce told the girl to run, he never expected her to outpace him. Instead of him being in the front like the typical movie hero, dragging the fragile female lead behind, his companion was pulling him to run faster.

Every morning I wake up to the same people, same food and same events. I would be safe and sound in bed not having a care in the world. I wake up to the sight of my map wall which has red dots for the places I can only dream of going because I know it will never come true. My little sister who is only 5 years old, Kayla and is barely above my waist starts charging to my room. You can hear her little feet against the hardwood floor. She starts to sprint and as usual, she jumps onto my bed landing on top of me. She screams as loud as she can saying I have to go downstairs for breakfast. She practically drags me out of bed and I land hard on the floor. She yells, “Kylie! Get out of bed! I’m so hungry!”

It was just a normal day in New York, until I got home. The place was trashed, nothing was stolen so I tried to call my mom. She didn't answer but I heard ringing so I went to go look for it, it was my Moms phone knowing my mom she never ever leaves her phone. So, I called my brother.

Liz Marlow was alone in her room, the curtains blowing in the cool, night breeze. She was grading her students papers, and struggling to get through a particularly confusing one, by one of her students, Mary Fields. Mary was a smart one, but thought in a way no one else did. Her mind was full of gore and thoughts of murder. She was sometimes left out of the groups at school, but as she grew older she got used to it. Mary Fields was the daughter of the wealthiest family in town, Gene and Katie Fields, and they were the sweetest family Liz knew.

I woke up expecting to find the smell of cakey pancakes, maple syrup, and crispy greasy pepper seasoned bacon. But instead, I awoke to my girlfriend Jade tugging on my arm telling me “Get up get up, we're gonna die if you don't!” The Nukes dropped in California first, and then Boston leaving the rest of America in fear and wanting to evacuate as soon as they could. Jade and I ran for our lives to our neighbor's house where they had a bunker that they said they'd let us use in case of an emergency. They were in the Bahamas on their honeymoon, but luckily they were nice people.

I stepped out, eager to just run! But I didn´t. I stayed my place, perhaps like a coward. As I started to walk, like the boring basic type I immediately felt the heat of the sun's rays cook me, slowly, like how everything was. I looked around, and saw what was on every side of me. Families, kids, friends, but most of all, the scorching flames of what was below me, sand. As I started to walk up and down the twisting obstacle that was 2 sand steps for every normal one step, I began to realize where I was. I saw smiling grandparents, crying 3 year olds, annoyed 15 year olds. But me, I wasn't smiling, or crying, or annoyed. I was, calm. I continued to walk, as I paced myself so that I wouldn't get dehydrated, or dizzy. I stopped, stood my ground and gazed, as I saw a girl sled down the sand, with the biggest smile I had ever seen. ¨Two miles to the top¨ a voice read. ¨You gonna make it all the way up, or are to tired¨ another voice laughed. ¨It's too hot¨ I whispered, ¨and the elevation is already getting to me.¨ And that's when I heard it, ¨Excuses, excuses!¨ But it wasn't an excuses, it was the truth, but sometimes itś hard to define the truth from and excuses, but maybe that itself was an excuses.

The evening gust of wind flew through the open windows. The fresh fall leaves rattled against the window of Bethany’s bedroom, while Bethany, a youthful nine year old child, played with her toys peacefully. The smell of a freshly cooked meal filled the room as her father strolled into the room to announce dinner.