A Short Story : A Story?

beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

The cold January night was leaden with fog and street lights seemed to stream like golden rays. A woman sat slumped in her bed, her belly drooped from each side of the bed as the television’s flickering white light glowed against her face and against the walls. There was no light bulb hanging from the ceiling just a wire. Magazines, dirty plates and burn marks scattered themselves densely across the carpet. Upon the walls was a dark brown-gray glue, smelling of smoke. She had been accustom to this manor of living for years now.

I ran up the pavement, never once looking back at Phil. I didn’t even want to consider thinking about how red I was. Why did I blush so much? I finally arrived at the porch and clambered up the steps. I shut the door behind me breathlessly. I dropped my bag and slid to the ground, still using the door as support. My heartbeat was all I could hear, thrumming quickly and filling my ears.

The world was as normal as it had always have been and nothing was out of the ordinary. Jason had finally achieve his dream of being a detective who brings murders to justice. He always wanted to prove to himself that one day, he would be the one to bring justice. However, there were some issues with his health that held him from being put out in the field, but all he care about was his dream to care about anything else. He had recurring problem that held him back from doing the thing he always wanted to do, his one meaning in his life, his job, but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

“There’s been an accident,” Noah Baker heard his eldest brother Keith breath into the phone. His breathe suddenly stops. Noah’s heart started pounding in his chest looking for an escape. Beads of sweat start to form on his face. He don’t know if it was because he ran out of school the second the last bell rung or because he was scared. “Noah, can you hear me?” Keith asked. Noah ignored the callings of bye from his friends. Using his left hand to cover his left ear, Noah’s other hand press his phone to his ear.

I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor keeping a steady beat and the back of my neck burning up. Was I in a hospital? Opening my eyes, I quickly shut them again. “Ugh” I grunted closing them tight as my head pounded with pain.

Gavin hands me a cup with a lid,wrote on a piece of tape says ‘Gavin A.’ “Well if this doesn't work let me know,I’m next door after all” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for your...um...contribution...” He blushes and touches the spot where I kissed him. “It's no problem.I mean it's our duty to society,so what do I do now?” “Well I was about to go to the store...so I guess leave maybe?” He gives me a hug, turns to leave but stops “Hey if you ever need a friend I do live next door so maybe if it's OK with you,we can have lunch sometime?”I nod,smiling,he leaves. I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I take down my braids.My brown hair is a mess,it's wild and untamed. It's curly because the braids I had in earlier. My blue eyes become an ocean as I began to sob thinking about my family. I turn on the shower.

The top of the Notre Dame bell tower was chilly now, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon hours ago. Madeline gazed out at the city, enjoying the stillness. Paris was quiet tonight, a rare occurrence in a huge city like this. She sighed, leaning against the cool stone. This night reminded her of the one several months ago when she had seen Gabe for the first time. Little had she known then that she had just met the love of her life. Monique had been right all along.

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.

Knowing by the tone of his voice something was wrong, Andrew said, “I’m never too busy to talk. Bill, what is going on? You sound as though you are about to lose it.”

You walk outside to get some fresh air and as soon as you open the door you were blinded by the flash of a camera.

Leaving the bedroom, she noticed her panties lying in the hallway. On the stairs, her bra hung from the railing. Ray’s shoes and socks lay scattered on different steps. Her dress lay in a heap by the front door. Grinning, she entered the kitchen to find Ray on the phone putting his favorite K-cup in the Keurig coffee maker. He ended the call as soon as he saw her enter the room.

Casey woke alone to an orange Creamsicle sky. The bedside clock flipped to 6:37 a.m. Did Ray arrive yesterday and did they spend most of the night making love or was that another dream? The other option, she had gone completely off her rocker. Her hand snaked to the other side of the bed, still warm, and there was a slight impression of a body. She shivered remembering another night when there had been an imprint in the coverlet, and no one was there.

Katy rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his socks, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.