A Short Story : A Story?

She’d been taunting her husband, their whole relationship because she didn’t really love him, and she cheated on with Tom and still had Tom coming to the garage. Before the end of her journey, her neighbor Michaelis heard her yell at her husband saying, “Beat me!” he heard her cry. “Throw me down and beat me, you dirty little coward.” She yelled this possibly because her husband had her locked up inside their garage. She’d been shouting at and running away from her husband when she’d been struck by a car.

“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.

This was the first time Kimberly had ever been in jail. The process was not only completely foreign, but also scary. She was going to be booked and put in a cell with other women to await a bail hearing. Some of whom might be in jail for what she’s accused of doing. During the transfer to the police station she pleaded with the officers in the front seat. She tried to explain, but all they commanded her to do was be quiet and to tell it to the judge. Kimberly knew she was doomed. People were desperate. They wanted a face to put to the serial killer and they had picked hers. She was guilty in their eyes and nothing was going to change it. When she came to that realization, she slumped in her seat. She answered all the questions they asked when

As sick as it was Gabby needed a drink, and she hated herself for it. Pulling her knees up Gabby rested her head against them and wrapped her hands around her ears as if to block out the world. It felt as if she were being sucked down the rabbit hole, her world spiraling out of control. And the only anchor she had was dying next to her, and she was the one that killed him. "fuck." she sobbed softly tried to block out all the other people arriving. She wanted to crawl into her own skin and disappear, but she couldn't do that. At least not until she knew Hunter would be

“What you did was terrible, and you will pay for it,” Stephanie said to the criminal. “That’s not what I asked for sweetheart, so now I’m going to have to shut you up.” She tried to scream, but was soon beat for her attempt. The man placed tape over Stephanie’s mouth, and she began to dread what her fate may be. It was though she no longer had a voice. While the man was going through Stephanie’s bag, she managed to stand up. Consequently, she realized her mistake when he had a gun pointed towards her head. “This is it, this is where it ends,” Stephanie thought to herself. Looking through the gun barrels made her rethink everything she had done in her

She strutted along the Broadwalk, as her charming hazel, hair glistened in the cool wind. She was putting her sunglasses over her chocolate brown eyes when she spotted Chris Mustard, her jerk husband, out of the corner of her eye. A feeling of fury bolted through her. This was the wicked man that left her in debt. This was the wicked man that left her to take care of their child on her own. Then, she saw something she wasn’t expecting, another woman. That

“You stupid bitch,” she said as she stood in front of the grave stone crying, her voice cracking, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” Anna felt like her heart had shattered. She should have stopped her, she shouldn’t have let her put that needle in her arm; she was supposed to be watching Melody. She fell to her knees and remembered the funeral.

She had fallen in love with the sickly romantic tale she had found herself in, and had spent so much time denying these feelings as they bore too painful, but being here it brought it all back. If anyone beside Ric had seen her in this soppy mood she would have had them killed and

I didn’t mean for it to happen. She’s the one that got in my way. If only she hadn’t panicked. Adding murder to robbery my brother would be in prison for a long time, or better yet, gotten the death penalty. That would be more than enough revenge. I was going to disguise myself and visit him in prison to let him know what I had done and who I was. I wanted to gloat a little, but then you had to work your magic and get him off scot-free. You ruined my plan, and now you and your wife are going to pay.” He was shouting at them with a crazed look in his eyes.

He still had his arm draped over her shoulder “come with me” he guided her to a car parked halfway down the block and dropped his arm from her from around her, pulled out a smoke and lit up; he looked her over and raised an eyebrow “Aren't you afraid of me? You know seeing I'm affiliated as you put it”

At this point in time, he knew this was not a simple case of suicide, but instead it had to be murder! He turned to his wife “I know this must be difficult for you, but could you think of anyone who would want to kill Dan?” “Errr…no..no… he wouldn’t” as she stole a glance at the man seated behind her. Quickly the words tumbled from her mouth. She remembered him as an old school friend of her husband who held a grudge for many years. He was a short, little man with beady eyes who shifted nervously in his seat. “Could he be capable of murder?” she thought.

“Rylee!” Courtney exclaimed, and I swiftly looked out the window of the bus. I saw Nicole, her hair all knotted and her legs shaking out of fear, holding four members of the group at gunpoint. Her brother was whispering to her, trying his absolute best to soothe her and force her to put the gun down. I suddenly jumped as I saw a dark figure come out of the woods, just as Nicole averted the gun towards me and Courtney. It took me a moment to discover that the silhouette was Simon coming to our aid. He silently crept behind my cousin and slowly but forcefully took the gun from her trembling hand, pointing it at her.

“Will that be all?” Murdoc asked the sailor, arms folded. “Plenty, thanks,” He replied with a toothy grin, grasping the crate of supplies in both arms. “Thanks for all your help, mate. My wife and I owe you one.” He said as he shook one of Murdoc’s calloused hands. “Not a problem,” Murdoc answered back, holding back the urge to push the guy off the jetty what with his gross display of gratitude to a complete stranger like him, but hey, he gave them supplies when they had none, so it was to be expected.

The day had started like any other. At eight o’clock he would fetch his car keys from the sideboard, curtly kiss her on the left cheek, and shut the front door behind him with a force that caused the little gold letterbox to shake. She would

“Of course she’s fine. She’s with me,” Joe said, moving his stool closer to hers.