A Short Story : A Story?

After ruining my only chance to see clearly, Tobe left the room, and turned off the lights.

At 11:34 p.m. Marty Wilkins pushed the button for the 24th floor of his apartment elevator. The metal doors slid noiselessly across greased tracks and he walked to the window at end of the muted yellow hallway. He climbed out onto the fire escape, scaled up its ladder, and padded silently across the roof. Marty sat on the knee high retaining wall that bordered the roof, and his feet hung loosely into the nothingness. He liked the way the wind bounced up from the street, bringing with it the smells and sounds of the Friday night.

The men in the booth behind him started to talk after they had received their drinks. John was having a hard time trying not to listen in on the conversation that the two men were having. He was drifting in and out the conversation and some of the things he heard were unusual. One mentioned something about some sort of chemicals and blowing everything up. John knew he had to report what he had just heard, and he also knew that thousands of lives depended on it. Now John had to decide on whether or not to get up and leave his booth risking being noticed by these men. He had made his decision, John had to leave. He slinked out of the safety of his seat and carefully made his way past the two menacing men. “HEY!” yelled one of the men. They had just realised where John had come from. They scrambled out of their booth and chased him out of the restaurant and down the street. John ran as fast as a cheetah chasing its prey, terror gripped him like a vice. He could hear the two men getting closer, their rasping breathing was just behind him. He had to think quickly, how could he elude them? He nearly slipped over as he turned a corner. John felt like he just died inside because he now faced a dead end. He ran down the alley way looking desperately for somewhere to hide, but there was nothing. The two men grabbed him and threw him up against a wall, one of the men whispered in his ear, “No eves dropping,” before hitting him over and over. John could feel his vison fading as he sponged punches but stayed

The sweet smell of soul food met them as came up the walkway to his mother’s front screen door. He pulled at the door, but the latch held it closed. “Mom!” he hollered, and he saw her come out from the kitchen.

"What do we do?" I asked and then remembered what the old man said earlier, "There's nothing here for your friend. I gulped and said to Joseph, "You know Pan's secret. There's no life for you here now. Maybe we could fit you in the boat, and I could somehow ration out the pixie dust and we could go to London together, and start ov-"

It all started on a night out on the town. It was late October. The air is cool and cold. The weather was a calming fall night. Raven was sitting on this bench in a pizza joint where some local band was playing that she didn’t really care for. There was only a few teens in the crowd, they weren’t really too into it either. She could’ve left if she wanted to but she didn’t really have a place to go stay at because most her friends left the town and moved away and are raising kids. So she jumps around from acquaintance to acquaintance to sleep on someone’s couch for the night. Raven wanted to leave so she decided she could crash at Larry’s apartment then leave in the morning. She went to the back of the building to leave through the back door because in front of the place had bad traffic and didn’t feel like almost getting hit by a car. On her way to the door something catches her eye in the dim room. A piñata that is about a foot and a half tall chilling at this table. She wanted to leave but something told her to go up to him and talk to him but at the same time something was telling her this would be a mistake. Raven decided to go with and against her guts and went up to him and started a conversation. They started to chat and chat. She just couldn’t seem to leave. Pretty soon it was 3 a.m. and the band stopped playing two hours before so all the kids left so all that there was left was a couple hippies in the corner strumming their out of tune guitar, the employees and them. Raven learned that the piñata owns his own apartment and she could stay at his place for as long as she wanted to.

It is the fall of 2013 and our family is still trying to handle the thought of my grandma being gone. We were getting ready, dressing fancier than normal, with our shiny dress shoes and dry cleaned outfits. Today was the day, the day that we have to go to the church for my grandma’s funeral. The day we have to stand in front of tons of people and act like everything in our life was fine, and put on that reassuring smile to help calm people down. Although after all of this, I would never have guessed that what I found would shape my life so much.

Sleep had been hard to come by that night. Every time Gabriel closed his eyes, he saw Madeline’s tear-stricken face and it pained him to no end. So he spent most of the night occupying himself with studying the stars and doing his best to keep his mind off his problems. The stars had always helped him with that all his life.

Of course she would make him do this, she would make him go to an amusement park for the second time since they had gotten together even though he was deathly afraid of any form of mechanical ride. She dragged him to that park with her on one of the sunniest days in June, at least in her opinion.

“ Sorry, Dawn! I guess I am a little late. Oh, and by the way, you are now on plain grain. We are giving your champion feed to Ringo now, with twice the apples. We think he needs and deserves it more that you do. I hope you understand!”

When Mrs. Chipley and Sally climbed the stone steps to Aunt Sarah’s porch, the great winds slapped them across their faces in frustration that they had escaped the rain. The sky was dark with night and storm clouds. Mrs. Chipley rapped the oak door. Soon the door was ajar, and it emitted a low voice.

Nancy woke up with pain in her back. She couldn’t remember anything from last night she got that drunk she thought. She found it odd how when she went to the bathroom there was a mark on her back. When she was getting ready for school she checked to see if the mark was still there. It was not.

Tom stood at his bedroom window, his eyes fixed on the hypnotic stream of early morning traffic below. Exhaust smoke snaked and vanished in the beams of the street lights, choking the air with its noxious fumes. The sight was strangely comforting, allowing his mind to focus on the everyday monotony of human existence rather than what had occurred only hours before.

“Mom can you please take me to the park” Lizzy asked as her mom as her mom walked into the bright colorful living room. “After I go do some stuff I can take you, now get in the car” Lizzy’s mom explained. “Mom thats boring! Why can’t I stay home?” Lizzy asked curiously. Her mom replied very fast, “You are to seven Lizzy, you are still too young. We have already had this conversation. Now get in the car.” “FINE!” Lizzy said with an attitude. They walked the car and Lizzy walked very slow trying to get on her mom’s nerves, but her mom didn’t show any sign of getting mad. They went to the grocery store and then they went to a clothing store. They spent about two hours doing stuff, and then they went home. After putting up the groceries they went back to the car and Lizzy’s mom took her to Laurel Park. Lizzy jumped out of the car and ran straight for the swings. As Lizzy’s mom walked over to a picnic table she saw an old man. His name was Robert, and he loved to take little kids to the cemetery and scare them. Lizzy’s mom knew nothing about him, but she thought he looked suspicious. She kept a close eye on Lizzy for about ten minutes, and then she pulled out a book from her purse and decided to read. When Lizzy’s mom was reading, Lizzy walked over to Robert and started talking to him. Lizzy thought Robert was going to be a nice person, and be one of her friends. They talked for about 5 minutes, and then Lizzy walked away. As her mom put the book down she yelled “Lizzy,

It was a dark and lonely night in the small country town. Not a sound could be heard for miles except for the sound of the creaking windmill in Big Papa’s farmyard.