A Short Story : A Story?

It’s been 15 years since that day, but the moment still haunts me today. When we found out that a nuclear bomb was going to drop, my family and the rest of the street had no idea what to do. Everything was all over the place, seconds after the explosion happened. Houses were destroyed, cars were flipped and ravaged, and thousands of dead bodies were lying on the streets. Some of them were even our dearest friends.

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

“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.

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

“What?” Juliana asked. “I’m sorry honey, Samantha was killed in the woods. Her parents identified her body,” her mom cried. The shock for Juliana was paralyzing. How could this happen? Samantha was one of Juliana’s best friend.

"Wait. You knew him? Personally?" Liz fights the urge to smile as the radio buzzes to life in the background, the sound of a smooth voice echoing through the silent room. All eyes are on her-- but she hardly notices, or cares. She remembers the moments, those unforgiving moments that began in Washington D.C, and lead to near human extinction.

The sky was dark and threatening rain as I pulled up to Moore Family Funeral Home. I had passed by the old white building many times, but I never thought I’d be attending a funeral here. And I never thought it would be one for my best friend.

I woke up and my body was a raging swirl of fire. I had the worst dream yet. The government would find me and my little sister. They have been after me ever since September 2089. “Why are they after me,” you ask?

I woke up to pots banging followed by the melody of Karyn White’s Superwoman. I stretched and started my day. I made my way downstairs to see my mother singing her heart out with the wooden spoon. My nose smelled the turkey necks and sazon simmering all the way from my room. “Good morning boo” she greeted. I gave her a hug and said “morning mommy”. She handed me a list and told me to get the supplies from the cabinet. I had to clean the bathrooms, sweep and mop, clean the mirrors, clean my room, and vacuum from top to bottom. I felt like Cinderella as I played “we belong together” on my ipod. I cleaned and cleaned until all I could smell was lavender fabuloso. As I made my way downstairs to put the supplies up my Aunt bunny and Uncle Benny busted through the door loud as usually looking for me to smother me with hugs and kisses. She begins to tell me how big I’ve gotten since she’s seen me last. She begins a conversation with my mother as she finishes topping the baked macaroni and cheese with a few extra shreds.

“Oh my god, this morning is already too long.” I think to myself with a yawn as I walk through the front doors of the hospital.

Izuku returned to school the next school day, a Monday, looking worse for wear. He looked exhausted, his clothes were messy, his hair was messier than it usually was. Katsuki noticed all of these things the second he saw Izuku, and resolved to ask him what happened.

“Fuck,” Neil hissed as a sharp pain shot through his hands, his phone dropping to the concrete with a clang. Neil looked down at his hands, wrapped in thick, white gauze, and tried not to think of the dull throb in his fingers. He ached for a cigarette and wondered if Andrew would swat at him if he tried to grab the carton between them.

Jinyoung sat with his legs beneath himself in front of his small table not tall enough to reach his knees. He was tired from working all day at his numerous low paying jobs. Even the bright lights of Seoul were still too dim to light up his cluttered yet empty kitchen. He slumped back down, now imperfect posture, as he stared at the pile of bills in his hand. Tears threatened to leak from his eyes until he heard his daughter Rosé enter the room, quickly he hid the papers and presented a smile on his face.

“We have a few questions and want you to come down to the station and answer them,” he said without a hint of trouble in his voice.