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.

As I jotted down the answer to my geometry homework, I felt the vibrations of the floor trembling beneath my feet from the deafening screams of my parents. I continued my work, as I go uninterrupted by the daily routine argument. One day, I didn’t hear the screaming anymore, which was one of the biggest abnormalities in this household. I slunk halfway down the stairs and stretched my neck over the banister to catch a glimpse of what had happened without getting caught. The next thing I knew my older brother was standing by my side, his curiosity piqued. My mom broke the silence by peering her head around the corner of the living room, her eyes locked onto mine. As my brother and my cover were blown, we walked gingerly to the couch and sat down. I watched my mom’s stone cold face quiver out the words, “We...are....divorcing”. My face froze as if I was in a cartoon show. I tried to

As I ate my Cheerios I wondered where my Dad and Brother where they had left last night without saying a word. My sister Kat was sleeping on the couch of our run down house, my mom was outside smoking her Camel smokes and, my other brother Dayrl was making breakfast in the kitchen. This is how things normally were but, Merle(the brother from before) was starting to act strange and he left us with our abusive Father more often and would come back a week later when he got back he said that he went to do some work but he wouldn't tell us what kind of work it was. A lot of times our Father beat us or mom he was an alcoholic but when we wasn't drunk he was a good guy. As I finished my breakfast Dayrl yelled from the kitchen. "Go wake up your sister!

It was a hot, humid afternoon when I jumped off of the school bus and sprinted home. The first thing that I did was to kick off my shoes and threw my book bag onto the ground with my books scattered all across the floor. I ignored the mess that I just made, and darted towards my brother’s room. Banging on the door with my fist, I couldn’t stop the adrenaline rising from my body urging him to play. He opened the door and his face cringed as he shoved something in my hand and slammed the door shut right in front of me. I continued to bang on the door and yelled for his name. For a constant five minutes, there wasn’t any noise coming from the other side of the door as I slowly sat on the ground and remembered that I was grabbing onto something.

Ellie and I lay in our beds, neither one of us knew what to say. In the other room, our host parents were arguing. We didn’t know what about, but we knew it was serious. Then we heard a “THWACK” followed by silence. Ellie and I sat up in our beds and looked at each other, I could tell she was as scared as I was. “Was that? Did he just?” she asked me. Then the arguing started back up again. We calmed back down until we heard it again. “THWACK” We knew then, the noise we heard, was him beating her. We got up, our hearts racing; neither of us knew what to do. We got our nerves together to go get help. When we opened the door to our room we saw the children sitting on the couch crying out for their mother. I could see the fear in their face and I knew something needed to change.

I knew Nathan had come home, and anticipating the beating he would surely give me for what I had done I sprinted up the stairs and entered my room. The room was dark, the blinds were drawn and the walls that were once a cream colour were now grey. The paint was peeling, and my bed in the middle of the room gave the small space the illusion that it was even smaller. However, it was the only place I had to myself, and I treasured it for that reason. I heard Nathan walking up the stairs, and I hid under my bed and held my breath. I was scared of my brother. He and I were polar opposites, he was muscly and strong, and in terms of personality he was exactly the same as my father, mean and strict. He walked into my room and crouched down, immediately finding my hiding spot and giving a heavy sigh. He held out his hand and I flinched, but all he did was stroke my hair, something he hadn’t done for many

I was about to yell until I heard my little brother’s faint call. When I heard his voice I suddenly new that nothing was wrong I had only forgot to put on my glasses. I walked over to my bed and grabbed my little brother. When I set him down i began to clean my bed. My bed has blue and white. My little brother tugged on my arm he was telling me he was hungry. I carried Enoch upstairs he did not seem to mind being treated like a baby. We we got in the kitchen once again I felt something brush up against me, this time it felt more aggressive and pushy. Instead of freaking out I just continued to take care of little Enoch. I climbed up the counter and grabbed the fruit loops out of the cabinets and jumped down. I poured him the cereal in a small bowl just enough for a growing boy. When I glanced back at Enoch he seemed agitated. As I stood there and looked at him the sun’s morning rays shined in our tired eyes. He measly grunted when I forgot to hand him his food. After Enoch scarfed down his food he tugged on my shirt, he was telling me that he was ready to be cleaned up. I carried my little brother down the stairs and cleaned him up. After I was done I got up and began to head for the

I looked outside, it was still dark. I looked at the wall next to me because I saw the movement in the light, my father’s arms wrapped around my stomach and his hand covered my mouth. I didn’t know what was happening. My cheeks were stinging from my tears of fear. Where was he taking me? He took me down the stairs to the living room and then the kitchen to the door of the basement. The door was wide open. But why? When I realized what was happening, I started to claw at his hand, he started to curse and squeeze hard at my ribs. I stopped and he loosened. He moved to the door again and down the stairs to the second door. There were new locks. There

Flo opened her eyes, there was a slight sting from all the bright colors and lights around her. She couldn’t hear anything or feel anything either. There were these doctors around her, Creed was crying, telling her that it's going to be alright, telling her that she shouldn't worry. She was being rushed into immediate surgery. She felt nothing, only remembering what had happened the night before… what she had done. How could this have happened? What was I thinking? The doctors put her on the exam table and hooked her up to the machine, a few seconds later...everything went black.

Arriving at Frank’s apartment, Marlene hesitated, to get out of the car and asked, “Why are they punishing me?” She went up the long walkway running alongside the old, red-brick apartment building, opening the door, she stepped inside the foyer and started sobbing, “I'm not going to do this, right now he is the last person, I want to see.” Rushing to her car and went home.

Early the next day, Tovi stared at her reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall, tucked her shirt into her pants and then left her room and entered the living room where John watched television.

The next morning I woke up next to Carl and I rolled over and kissed him on the cheek then got up to check on Judith.As I walked down the hallway and into her room I was thinking of how dad told me about mom. I found her sitting up in her crib. "Hey there sweetheart!" I said excitedly I walked over and picked her up out of the crib and placed a kiss on her cheek."Okay baby girl I'·ma go make breakfast." I carried her downstairs and placed her in her high chair. I started washing dishes from last nights dinner then decided to start breakfast for everyone. While it was cooking I sat there feeding Judith a small bowl of applesauce then suddenly there was a knock on the door. I put the spoon down and answered the door it was Ron. "Hey Ron, what's up?" I asked."Hey can I come in and talk to you for a minute?" He asked in reply. I stepped aside and opened the door a little more and said "Yeah, We'll just need to be quiet Rick, and Carl are still asleep I'm making breakfast and watching Judith." We walked back into the kitchen and I checked on the food then turned to Ron. "What did you need to talk ab-?" Before I could finish my sentence Ron's lips crashed on mine and I was taken back for a minute not really knowing what to do but I melted into it eventually kissing back then I thought of Carl and pulled apart from Ron looking at him shocked. “Ron what was that all about?” I asked as he sat down and He replied. “Bailey since the day I met you I can’t get you out of my head.” “Ron

In the afternoon of July 10th, 1950, I finally left. After a long battle against the enemy. I was the first.

Maybe I was overreacting, maybe I wasn’t. How could it be him? I thought he was gone, but I guess I got so caught up that I never realized he could have still been alive.

The car ride was quiet. I don 't remember a word being said. But I do remember thinking, "where 's my dad at?" There wasn