A Short Story : A Story?

“Yeah.” Elise said, hurriedly. “Maybe we can small chat a bit about how amazing my body is later, but for now how about we focus on,

Three days had passed in relative quietness, but when Avalon woke this morning she knew something was off: it wasn’t just due to the vacant room she was faced with. Her roommate was absent which was distressing enough in itself; her roommate was never up before she was.

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.

“Yes?” There's no responce so I pad up the stairs to the bedroom. When I open the door he is sweating and there is a frown plastered on his face. “What's the matter?” I question.

It’s been exactly 28 years since the end of the war. I thought as I directed my vision towards the clock, as the long hand ticked every movement ending my thought. Getting up I grabbed my crane and followed the fading colored tiles until ‘oaf’. “God Dammit, who left the lamp here!” wrapping my long decaying fingers at its neck I fumed. Balancing myself as I rose footsteps were heard thumping along the wooden discolored flooring. “Grandpa!” a hand grabbed mine pulling me up revealing my granddaughter. “Arabella “, I calmly said as I was soon sitting on my favorite rocking chair. Her honey colored hair framed her heart shaped face as she focused her worried gray eyes into mine. “Grandpa, what happened? Are you okay?” Waving my hand to direction of the empty glass she seemed to understand and running water could be heard as she scolded me for attempting to get water. Twisting the faucet she continued her pressing questions, “I told you many times grandpa to rest and ask me if you needed anything”. Her eyes wide with disappointment she cupped my hand around the glass. “Honey, it seems you have forgotten what a strong young man I once was and look I’m alright just lousy misplaced objects getting in my way” pointing at the dusty lamp that stood tall in front of the granite counter tops covered with dirty dishes. She took a sit on the matching couch next to my chair, chuckling she spoke “Of course I know of your youth”, a look of reminiscing taking over her face. “How can I forget a story you tell me every year”. A sudden noise brought the conversation to a halt. “Arabella, honey is everything alright?” Rushing to her feet her phone laying in her hand her feet hurried to the door where the coat hanger stood holding a coat. “Grandpa, I’m sorry I have to go it seems there is an emergency at the hospital and I’m needed”, her lips trying to keep up the fast pace of the words spewing from her mouth. Shooing her off me rested my head on the backboard of the chair. A creaking noise echoed as the gusty wind blew the door shut and silence soon returned and filled its place. Grabbing the remote the black screen evaded as colors fused making out people sitting behind a desk each one dressed professionally and a voice

In the fifth grade, while watching a health documentary in school, Alona learned that chronic loneliness increases the risk of an early death by 14%. Immediately after hearing the fact, she ripped out a sheet of paper and quickly jotted the fact down.

It was eleven thirty, and I still couldn’t fall asleep. I had been thinking it all over for hours and had finally reached the conclusion that we had to go. We just had to; I couldn’t come up with any sort of explanation as to why, other than I felt drawn to the adventure of it all. I jumped out of bed and flicked the light on. Penny jerked awake and looked at me with eyes half-open, her ponytail frizzy and lopsided.

Ringing the doorbell several times, Karen screamed, pounding on the door, she yelled, “Wake up Dan. Wake up, Dan! I need your help.”

Backh woke up on the first day of school he was going into the ninth grade and he was very excited, It was the year 10,000 BC and he lived somewhere in Europe. He went outside to check the temperature and it was pretty chilly so he went back upstairs to pick out his outfit. He was looking through all his furs and choose to wear his new woolly mammoth fur that he had gotten going school hunting the day before. So he went downstairs and ate his pterodactyl steak before going to school that his mom had cooked it for him before she left to go hunting. He ate his steak very fast and almost choked because he was so excited to go to school. Backhs house was very tall because that is the only way he can fit inside it with him being 10’4 and seven hundred fifty pounds, he was the biggest person to live in their village. As soon as he got finished with his steak he bolted out of the house to get to school.

“Hannah drove her to the doctor,” Shaw told him. “She needed something to help her relax.”

“Just thinking,” she smiled, tilting her head back and stealing a quick kiss. “Master Fu’s lessons are paying off. I almost didn’t hear you coming.”

I sat in the nurse's office while she was taking care of my eye it didn't take very long. She said "There will be a little bit of bruising." I nodded and she let me out of her office and I walked into the main office both Patrick and Henry were sent out of the Principal's office and I tried to talk to Patrick "Patri-." "Miss Davenport can you step into my office for a minute?" I heard Principal Blackburn's voice call me over. I sighed and walked into his office."Okay Miss Davenport as i can see that you have been a straight A student and you have not been sent to my office before for any reason and I've noticed for the past month your grades have been slipping. your teacher has told me that you've had a change in your group of friends. Would you like to explain what's going on?" I shook my head "No there's nothing wrong." The principal nodded and asked "Then miss Davenport would you like to explain what happened with Miss Keene this morning?" I smiled and said "She started the fight by running that big ass mouth of hers so I shut it for her." "What did she say to you Kassidy?" the smile faded from my face as I told him about what Gretta said to me this morning and he said that he was going to have a word with her and let me leave his office but not before telling me that I was going to have detention for the rest of the week along with Patrick, Henry and possibly Gretta too. I walked out of the office and went looking for Patrick but instead of finding Patrick I ran into

The car came to a stop, making a rumbling noise as the engine dies. I see a light and a sign that says Molly's Motel, I gather my things and get out of the car into the pouring rain. I run onto the porch of the old, victorian house. Inside has an old musty smell, the room is lit with burning candles. I then remind myself that it's only for one night. I walk over to the counter, where an old woman with white, crazy hair, stood playing with her pen. On the away over there, one of the board floors snapped and I fall into the floor. I push myself out from the floor, then continue to the counter. Caught up in her fascination with her pen, I clean my throat.

The putrid purple of old bruises gleamed helplessly against the limpid replacements— it was all my fault.

“Well just thirteen days seventeen hours and twelve minutes but hey who's counting?” she joked.We both smiled at each other