A Short Story : A Story?

We saw a tiny roof on the side of a trailer. We waited under there until the rain died down. I wanted to go home—I really did—but I knew I had promised Phoebe that I wouldn’t run for the hills. The rain died down and we continued walking home.

Jayden V shouted. After they got back from the store they went to check out the field.

From my room,I had smelt and sensed that rain was about to  arrive and had scurried outside before the drops commenced.Sweet anticipation formed inside as I awaited the blissful raindrops to pelt me on my face and body.The wind rose higher and grew frighteningly violent,swirling throwing rocks and gravel into the air.The thin

Armed with her best parasol, she left the house after briefly saying goodbye to her extremely distraught father. Their carriage made it’s way to the fair and dropped them at the front, but after less than two hours perusing the grounds, another storm rolled in. The rain came fast and hard, drenching the pair within minutes. They huddled under the scant protection their umbrellas offered while waiting for the coach. Once inside, they giggled and began peeling off their more delicate accessories, gently laying them out while assuring each other the wet would not harm their

“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.

I stood in the pale yellow light of my garage as I heard those words fall softly from distant lips.

“No Michael, what I think is that you need to get me to the hospital!” Mary replied in a stern, but steady voice.

While on the bus there was an occasional comment on the previous day’s storms west from us, but otherwise it was unvoiced for the most part. Halfway through the day there was murmur the hallways about how there might be early release. Now that being said, as a teenager, I believe everyone carried a jump in their step after that. The teachers had a hard time settling the student’s vivacity and ultimately gave up teaching. Once were released, my uneasiness bubbled up once more. The bus ride home was filled with talk about either wishes for a tornado or the complete opposite. As we arrived to the place I called home, the trailer park, I had more then enough time to worry about how safe a mobile home was as we waited for dad to pick my sister and me up. On the way to the family business the sky was starting to turn, what once was a tranquil blue was slowly changing to a stormy

The sky turned dark. The grey evening rain clouds hovered over my head, blocking the early summer’s sunlight. Cool wind blew over my face as a distant sound of thunder threatened a raging storm, but I was unfazed by God’s wrath and I made my first step out the door; drawstring bag slung over my back, umbrella at hand and marched forward assertively toward RM.

I watched Emily run through the rain like it was the best thing that ever happened to her. She loved it. I however did not. Coming to get me I guessed as I heard her bound up the stairs. ¨I know you hate the rain hollie but you should come out.” She said. I was nine at the time and afraid of a lot of things. ¨No! I don't like the rain and I never will.” She then proceeded to pull me over her shoulders and carry me outside into the storm. Within a minute my flaming red curly hair was dark maroon wet and straight. ¨How do you know you won't like it if you won't even step of the steps when it does.¨ I cautiously stepped of the stem into the dirt at the bottom of the stone steps and felt the mud squish between my toes. It felt funny but I like it. I smelt the rain and looked around at the wet grass with the water on it. It was alluring. But before I could touch it I felt coldness all around me and looked up to see my sister with a bucket. We played outside for what felt like hours till Father came to get us. Then I loved the rain and every storm no matter what time it was my sister and I would go outside and play in the

Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.

It wasn’t a good day. Thick blackened clouds hovered over the town. It brought down heavy rain, with large distinguishable drops. The silence from fear was disrupted by the large roaring thunder. The tents allowed water to drip inside, the gusting wind caused the tents to dance in the wind.

“Oh gosh, my dear Ophelia, what are you doing out here?” I asked as she starting pledging her feet on the trunk of the willow as if she were trying to climb it.

“Look at this. LOOK AT THIS!” I complained as I gestured towards the layer of sticks and leaves the canopy tent was set up on top of, “This could take and hour to clean up!”

In the tenth grade, I went on a field trip to Barkerville. I was forced to confront many unfamiliar situations that challenged not only my everyday routine but my character as well. There were no showers, no communication with the outside world, and the weather constantly changing. At first, I felt disconnected with the unfamiliarity of the environment and the adapted lifestyle that it required. During the trip, one of the first problems that emerged came in the form of a rainstorm that soaked the inside of my tent. Despite needing to aggressively dry the interior and re-adjust the pegs to prevent the tent from collapsing later on, I managed to get a good night’s sleep afterwards. Aside from this hardship, I am grateful for this experience.