A Short Story : A Story?

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

“What does this have to do with soccer?” I replied while kicking the gravel in front of me.

*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.

“No, I can’t remember what line is next. I guess I am done,” I replied. Disappointed, my teacher dismissed the class and asked me to stay behind.

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.

It started when she was five and it has never ended since. Her mother, a woman of plants, came to her with the dirt on her shorts from the mums she’d worked with. Her long brown hair pulled back into a bun with small streaks of blonde. The mother checked in at the daycare’s desk. Mom’s here.

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.

In the distance, an ominous building rose into the sky, blocking all sunlight. The sun had been beating down on us the whole trip, so the shade from the building felt nice. “Now that's more like it,” Hubert said. I gave a slight nod, and continued walking. Hubert put his hands behind his head, and walked a bit faster. Hubert was a tall, well rounded kid, with a great sense of humor. He was a kind guy, but something about him, gave me this odd feeling. We neared the building, becoming more and more anxious. A metal plate above the door became more visible spelling, Atai Products.

“Whoo hoo” said Klaus, as the cold breeze hit his soft face. Stefan, klaus and Damon were driving the new yellow convertible car on one lane road surrounded by green rolling hills. Steve was driving the car while Klaus cheering him for going over the speed limit since they were the only one in the road. Stefan and Klaus were reckless while Damon was more mature and just wanted to have fun without causing any trouble. Damon was not interested about having this trip since he knew it wasn’t a good day but it was hard to believe when the sun was shining so bright.

Her feet crunched on twigs and dried leaves. It was almost autumn. The winds were getting colder. She could tell by the harsh cold grazing her cheeks. Pristine wove in and out of Silva’s legs, curling her tail around her ankles. Silva brought along Pristine for protection incase whatever was out there in the world would harm her. She felt the need to be a little more precautious. She was after all venturing into the world, without any idea what was going to happen. Now that she thought about it, doubt clouded her mind. Should I have done this? Should I have left grandmother all alone? She must be worrying. Now, I am worrying. Would grandmother be alright by herself? She will be fine,, and you will be too. Now get a move on and hurry, the sun has almost risen. Silva sped up her pace, and tripped over a tree root. She let out a squeal, her arms spreading out to catch her when she fell, but before she could, a hand grabbed her arm pulling her up.

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.

As the young woman clung to the picture a single tear rolled down her cheek. She could not believe that it had been 363 days, 4 hours and 7 minutes since the day. As she walked downstairs and plopped down on the couch covered with dust, she smelled the sharp stench of alcohol. Of course, her mom had her morning 5 shots of vodka mixed with, you don’t even want to know.

Joan leaned down, pressing one hand to Alis’s upper chest and her ear close to Alis’s mouth. She heard strong breath sounds and no crackling. “She’s breathing well.”

After visiting with Marlene and Jerry, picking up her purse, ready to leave, Margaret said, “It is getting late. We should go on home,”

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.