A Short Story : A Story?

The silence that followed was deafening. His deep brown eyes trailed from her slightly parted rosy lips down to her neck and rested on the half-hidden words permanently written below her right collarbone. He'd seen it enough times he could trace those letters blindfolded. She watched him watching her and took a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to suppress the desire that mirrored his own.

I cringed, stopping halfway to my desk. Almost made it. A moment ago, when I'd peeked in through the classroom door, Mr. Lockhart had been preoccupied—completely absorbed in his book, as usual. I'd thought to sneak in without him noticing, but I should have been wiser than that. Henry Lockhart never misses a beat—no matter how faraway he may seem, his mind is always ticking. He notices every-freaking-thing.

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

She drew a long breath and exhaled slowly, her narrow shoulders shuddering with a mixture of exhilaration and abject dread. To Garman’s great relief, she said nothing more, but simply leaned back into him, pressing her body into his own. He could feel her heart palpitating, a relentless staccato throb against his chest.

All the memories of her mother started replaying in her head, as the world started going dark, she felt tear roll down her face as she closed her

The digital clock that hung on the wall adjacent to her read that it was nearing six in the morning; she had gotten through the night without being paged back to work. A low groan escaped Lauren's barely parted lips and she rubbed her eyes, trying to clear them of their hazy vision. Her mind was a foggy mess of an open field with towering weeds that swayed back and forth to a violent wind while she stood, unable to transcend to the other side, isolated and wailing. She was drowning in that uncanny state of consciousness—not quite awake yet not quite asleep—and her thoughts were laxly rising from the depths of an infinite

“What the…” She pulled her backpack onto her scrawny shoulders and frowned deeply. Maybe they weren’t disintegrating, and she was just exhausted, tired eyes play a trick on the mind. Determined to solve this once and for all, she slowly reached her hand out, taking slow, and cautious steps towards the wall. Her hand trembled violently as she took another step. She

She wiggled frantically against the hard wall tried to set herself free but she was already growing lightheaded and weak in his grasp. “Stop-“ she gurgled on her words slamming a fist into his hands but they bounced off him the same as before. Panic set in, as he dragged her body along the wall with only the slip of lingerie to protect her skin. Amira couldn’t cry out of she wanted, her eyes watering up as he shoved

“Indeed.” Lily agreed. She flicked her fingers around her stethoscope and checked the clock. “Oh dear,” she fretted, “We’re really flirting with time now, aren’t we? If I’d known that I was going to so long, I’d have planned something nicer, but looks like everything’s shut up.” She peered out of the window to where, far below, the glum, dark cafeteria was sitting, empty and silent.

She finally gave up on reading and threw the book down beside her on the bed. She tried to focus all her energy on working out the one memory that haunted her. But, it was useless to draw out the man's nightmarish face. Something about the eyes made him impossible to capture with a pen and paper. Those eyes kept haunting her.

During breakfast she was thinking of ideas on how to get 200 million dollars. Her ideas involved her working in a car wash service or be an employee for a cafe, but she was young. Nobody would want her as a worker. Then an idea struck in.

Startled by a loud noise, Clarisse got up. She knew it was time, time, time, she thought, she always wondered why people followed time.

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.

Can’t do it, you don’t want to know,” Matthew said, displaying emotions for the first time. “Okay, but you won’t be happy.” He stopped talking, looking around the room as if looking for a camera.

Tank looked up at her through hazy eyes. Everything ran in slow motion. He couldn’t understand a word Ellie was saying. By the time the ambulance arrived, a strange feeling had settled over him. He felt distant from his body and thought he was watching himself lying on the floor.