A Short Story : A Story?

“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.

Her mind grew fuzzy when she stared into her father's eyes, “Barry.” Was the only thing she could bring herself to muster out when she heard that Cisco had succeeded in bring him back home, back to Central City with her, where he belonged. The Iris West he had fallen in love with, was she still that same person? She tired to do what he told her too. She tried to keep running, never stopping to look back and in the process she lost a part of herself. She put up walls, never allowing the others see her mourn for the man she had lost to the speed force, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was changeling trying to convince everyone around her she wa fin when she wasn’t really fine. She feared at any given moment she would lose what little composer she had, crumbling to the floor in a pool of tears and heartache. She might not have been the Iris that he had fallen in love with all those years ago, but hopefully with help from him she could pick up the broken pieces of herself, putting them back together the best she could. So she could somewhat resemble the woman he once knew.

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.

Ana woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring in her ear. She smacked it onto the floor and pulled her pillow over her face. She groaned, school was starting, summer was over. Ana didn't mind school, she liked to learn. It was just, the bullying every year was horrible for her. She would get beaten up, and at lunch, the other kids would throw food at her. Even Ana's own sister, Ame, bullied her. Ana pushed back these thoughts and put her glasses on.

Brilliant, yellow flowers covering the green, grassy hills overlooking Sandusky Bay caused Thomas to yearn for the Carolinas and for Allie. He missed her more than he ever thought possible. Since the letter dated 21 January that told of the birth of their child, Thomas had heard nothing more from her… He worried that something had happened to her or the children- Had Allie tried to go home to her mother. Had an errant cannonball struck their dwelling? Many disastrous thoughts plagued Thomas’ mind as he stared through the steel-barred window.

Margaret and Jerry sat down on a bench. Soon, a man dressed in a dark, business suit, with a cold, businesslike manner entered the room without introducing himself, he pointed toward a window, and said, “Mrs. Barnes, we have a corpse lying on a gurney. A sheet is covering it, except for the head. When I turn on the light, if you recognize the person, just say yes, and I’ll turn off the light.”

It started when she was five and it has never ended since. Her mother, a woman of plants, came to her with the dirt on her shorts from the mums she’d worked with. Her long brown hair pulled back into a bun with small streaks of blonde. The mother checked in at the daycare’s desk. Mom’s here.

As the sun was rising the RV returned in the same spot that it was before parked right in front of us. The door flew open and Dad came flying out the door.Negan then spoke "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Dad didn't know how to answer him and was looking around in shock and disbelief. Negan then yelled "Speak when you're spoken to." Which made me jump at the sudden elevation in his voice. Dad said "Okay, Okay." Negan said "It was about the way you looked at me I wanted to change that.I wanted you to understand.But you're still looking at me the same damn way like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?" Dad said "Yeah." Negan laughed and said "Alright.And here it is -- the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess."Negan pointed to Carl and said "Kid right here. Kidnow." Carl got up and walked over to Negan and as Carl walked over to him Negan smiled at me. Then he looked back at Carl and said "You a southpaw?" Carl asked "Am I a what?" Negan rephrased "You a lefty?" Carl said "No." "Negan said "Good." and he took off his belt and wrapped it around Carl's arm and asked "That hurt?" "No." Carl replied. Negan had a smile on his face and said "Should. It's supposed to. Alright get

Kate whipped her head around to see who the owner of that voice was. She felt relief and joy when she saw it was Mr. Jacks who followed her. Maybe he will escape with her. Mr. Jacks stood less than 10 feet away and his dog sat by his feet, his tail wagging.

Today is Friday, October 30th and I’m biking home from school with Calum and Natalia, my best friends. It was a warm and sunny day, well enough to wear my favorite shorts. I was about to turn on to my street when I called out, “See ya tomorrow and make sure you don’t come unprepared. We need to give Henry a piece of our minds.”

“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.

The sky became dark as the sun was slowly coming down on an August eve. the sun glare cast among the old Bed and Breakfast. As the sun was coming down the light on the house the paint peeling off of the side of the house.

Single golden leaf pirouetted down an invisible spiral of breeze, spinning through the air as it let itself be carried down. It blew past my face and landed lightly on the ground, the shiny, vibrant color standing out against the cold, emotionless cement. It was already dusk, I watched as the light drains away until there is barely enough even for shadows. Whether I like it or not, the darkness was arriving, and under it everything in this silent city is hidden.

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

The dirt men marched into the valley of death, they had just retreated from a bloody battle in enemy territory. Their enemy, the forest men. They stopped in a small cave as the sun sunk below the horizon.