A Short Story : A Story?

Det. Wyatt took one last look at the new arrival and walked over to the room Ryan just came from.

“Well, don’t I feel stupid,” she chuckled to herself as she put the picture back on her night stand. Staring at the letter, she debates on if she should read the rest of

"Mom we're ready to go," Bryson said walking into the room. He stopped once he saw the expression on Aunt Mariah's face. She resembled Sully when he had to leave Boo in Monsters Inc.

She didn't talk when she woke up, I said "Casey. I do love you." She let out a deep breath but didn't look at me or talk. Her mom arrived at the hospital, she took a quick flight out to make sure Casey was okay. She brushed her hair "Honey. Why did you do that to yourself?" It was like she couldn't speak; a tear fell from her cheek. She whispered "When can I leave?" Her mom hugged her "Honey please tell me why you felt like you had to commit suicide? What's going on?" Casey sniffled and inhaled but didn't speak, I stood up "It was my fault." Her mom looked up "How could this be your fault?" I started tearing up "I couldn't tell her how I felt, my mind froze." Casey looked up "Mom can I talk to him alone?" Her mom got up and went out of the room, I sat back down "I'm sorry. I just couldn't get myself to say anything, I can't hurt you anymore."

Pulling on her arm, Laban drags her through the dirt, her legs scratched from rocks and debris and her hair a tangled mess. She pulls away, but he is too strong and his grasp on her arm sends shooting pains up into her neck. As they approach the tent she screams, “You can’t do this! Jacob is mine, we are in love.” Shoving her inside the tent, she fell to the ground cutting her arm on the crook of her shepherd staff; blood covers her gown. Her body aches from the jostling and cut arm, but pushing herself onto her knees, she glares up at her father, “Jacob won’t accept my sister; he will rescue me, you’ll see.” Without a word Laban leaves his daughter alone on what was supposed to be her wedding night.

Somewhere in the Hoenn region, a young man was waking up to the dawn of a new day. What a tme to be alive, Sinan thought caustically, as he rose from his bed sleepily. At 7 AM in the morning, light was beginning to filter through the wooden slats in soft beams. As the grogginess ebbed away, he remembered that all trainers had to be present in the lab for the Beginner's Ceremony by 8 AM. The way he heard words could be screwy sometimes, and he wasn't the best at writing, but reading and details he paid attention to extensively. So he rose from the bed and pulled on a faded pair of ragged jeans, before heading to the bathroom to wash up and making himself look presentable, his mind was swirling with thoughts. Can't believe I've finally saved up enough for this, he thought, a slow grin spreading across his broad cheekbones and deepening into dimples. I'm so f*ckin' ready, and he'd never felt more excited in his life. F*ck school, f*ck working-- Sinan wanted to go out and explore his heart out again. Get away from the quiet monotony that depressed him so.

“Those are your salivary ducts going crazy,” he said. “You’ve never eaten before, Phillip. Never. Your jaw muscles are locked up and you’re producing an overabundance of saliva as a result of tasting sugar for the first time.”

As I look out my window, all I see is a deep, dark void. Then my eyes adjust. Sparkling lights slowly appear out of the blank. I look to my left, and see a brown marble, the size of my fingernail. I look back inside the ship. Machines buzz, buttons click, the engine hums. The symphony of sounds slowly faded into faint white noise.

You struggled for breath as you sprinted through the dark woods. You didn't dare look behind you at the demon on your heels, too afraid of tripping on something. You could hear fast paced footfalls getting closer and closer. You ran faster.

After my nap I found my phone inside I called my mom and she answered. "Hey baby, how are you enjoying it" she said ans I brust of tears. "Its terrible he gave me to this guy and now I'm locked in this very house, I can't leave or do anything mom!" I screamed. "Take deep breathe sweety" I heard her voice cracking.

“Yeah, my sister’s tall for her age too. I guess it runs in the family.” Her family needed Connie to be whole. She was the little ray of sunshine that brightened the day and made life better. Another tear fell and she wiped it with the back of her hand.

Flashback:.Michelle sat down on a bench, next to a woman. She was very skinny with pale skin and her face was covered with the shadow of the cape on her head .The woman pointed her large, skinny fingers towards Michelle .She muttered some words under her breath.Without a warning, the woman disappeared and left no trace of her existence there.Michelle had knots in her stomach and felt like her head was spinning. She could not understand what happened and why the woman was pointing at her.

A few days passed and I woke up and ran to dad's house and knocked on the door Carl answered the door "Yeah?" "Where's Dad?" I asked. "Up stairs." He said. I walked in "Dad! We need to talk Now!" Rick came flying down the stairs "Love what is it?" he asked. "It's Negan We have to do something about him I swear to god..." "Love He is just trying to get under your skin, and you're letting him." "No Dad you are because you're not strong enough to deal with him. You better do something about him before I do." I said as I stormed out of the house. "That girl is just like her mother..." I yelled back "I heard that Rick!" I walked up the road to the gate to my shift I climbed up and told Gabriel that he could go if he would like to. He nodded and climbed down and walked down the street to the church. I spent hours on watch with nothing happening, then my mind started to wander to Negan. 'God he's such a Cocky, arrogant, egotistical, self important, self absorbed, erratic, son of a bitch, but goddamn is he a good looking man. He's straightforward, outgoing, persistent, practical, and witty. but hot...' I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the rumble of trucks, It was Negan and the saviors. I turned and yelled "The saviors are coming." I saw Dad come out of the house, and I climbed down the guard tower and opened the gate pulled out a machete and killed any walker that got too close to getting in which weren't that many two or three the trucks stopped in front of the gate

It was a day like any other. The sun had barely started to creep over the horizon letting few rays escape to illuminate our home.

As I take a breath, the warm May air filled my lungs. The golden wheat fields surrounding my wooden farmhouse glistened as the Oklahoma sun hit it. I watch as Mama brings some bread to Papa, her own mother, and I. The umbrellas covering the four of our heads were doing all we could ever ask for, to keep us relaxed and from thinking about all of the drama and rumors that can quickly spread around our little town, because there has been a problem with that lately. We all sat outside quietly and just watched the sky for any birds. At only 9 a.m., it was a bit cloudy and the sky seemed a little darker than usual but it still felt almost the same but not quite. I decided to break the awkward silence by saying something.