A Short Story : A Story?

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

“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 children were out and playing on the playground, almost as if nothing had ever happened. I started crying when we were standing there, the red stains of blood still on the dark cement. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I can still hear the shots in my dreams and nightmares. The cries of agony and the screams of horror. I turned around and looked at the neighborhood. It had never been the same since the shooting, and the weird thing is that, no one really knew him.

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.

It was a gloomy winter day in the town of Ledely. I woke up and slowly spooned bland cornflakes into my mouth as I tuned the t.v. to the morning news. “Up next, highly wanted James Orlando is still on the run after 3 weeks of searching. Police say they witnessed what they called “an apparent attempt” to murder an innocent victim. Find out more, after the short break” I looked at my watch and realized i was late for work. I cursed under my breath and headed out to my office, saying bye to my fiancee as i rushed out the door.

Patty awoke to the sound of her alarm clocking going off. She reached her arm out from under the covers and hit the snooze button. For a brief moment, in between sleep and waking. For a moment she almost forgotten that her father was murdered, that she would never be able t see him, touch him or hear his laugh again. All her troubles seemed so far away, like the where some part of a bad dream that her mind was forcing her to remember. Only it wasn’t one, it was her life now, the more she stirred under the sheets the more it sunk in. She had to live with the fact that her father was murdered, and he was never coming back. Just because he was gone didn’t mean she couldn’t do everything within her power to bring the men responsible to justice. She wiggled her way out from under the sheets, her hair a matted mess. She blew at a few strands of hair that fell in her face, they danced slowly within her breath before falling back to her face. She rolled her eyes, it was to early in the morning to worry about her hair.

I was awoken in the middle of the night by loud knocking at the door. Mom turned the lights on and dad suspiciously opened the door. I saw the silhouette of two workers standing there. One handed him a paper and the other gave him a flashlight and batteries. Dad thanked them and they left, moving down to the next room. I watched him as he read the paper, furrowing his eyebrows together before handing it to my mom. She read it with a horrified look. All she could muster out was, “Oh my god,” before setting the paper down. “Let me see it,” Chelsea demanded, sitting up. I leaned over and read it with

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.

I watched him fall. Pelting down like rain down the tower that nearly touched the sky. It happened all so fast I couldn't think to move. To react. To shutter. He just fell until his limp body kissed the ground. I tried to move. To run to him. But my body felt paralyzed and broken. I felt a tear slowly run down my cheek as the pain finally slipped out. My once bright blue eyes became red and puffy as a waterfall of tears excited me. I still couldn't move though, my small physique was stuck to the grass under our tree. My heart was crumbed into a million peices. He was gone. He was dead.

“Hurry! It’s this way,” The young woman called back to her two companions as they raced up the barren landscape, a dark red, stiff foliage layering over the white soil beneath their feet. “Just over this ridge!”

Paul drove back to the hotel, thinking about Hector’s “Give me a couple days.” A couple of days. In the meantime, Mr. Cardi’s guys would pounce on them like starving pumas. He pulled alongside a Maricopa County Sheriff cruiser. Just look straight ahead, he told himself.

“I'm sorry Greg, all three of your roommates were found murder this morning, we will do everything in our power to find their killers, but for now you can't you into your room, you can go with detective Ferndale back to the precinct so you can out in a statement.” Grief filled my body and my heart sank to my toes. What was I going to do without them? I thought to myself. They were my only friends, besides, they made me feel like I actually fit in. You see, I'm not rich like the other kids here, I'm from a rural village in Kentucky. My body didn't know how to react to everything that was going on, so i just did what the officers said.

It’s October 8th, just a normal Sunday, a work day. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the soft, grey couch.The House 51 alarm suddenly started blaring like a song being played over and over again on the radio, calling all trucks and ambulances to several different places, which meant that this fire was going to be dangerous and that it was going to spread very quickly. Everyone chaotically puts on their big black and yellow brush pants, steps into their wide, rubber boots, grabs their safety helmets and piles into the long scarlet red trucks. As we drive out of the house, I hear Main say Gabby’s law office’s address over the radio. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process what I had just heard. My emotions got the best of me as I felt a single tear come down the right side of my face. It was nothing like I’ve ever felt before, breaking my ankle in the car accident months ago didn’t even compare to what I’m feeling right now, in this moment.

It was a starry night, and very icy cold out. I was setting up, and cleaning the house to make it as neat and as nice as possible for our next guest. I turned on the fireplace, straightened out the carpet. I opened the curtains a little bit just to draw some attention. I then sat very close to the door thinking of new plans, while I waited impatiently for someone to come to the door. It has been forever since I have had a visitor at my bed and breakfast. My next visitor would hopefully be somebody just right to add to my collection. My plan would be the same, it always works best and would be risky to try a new one. I will make sure they will want to have tea, and when I’m making the tea, I will poison their tea but for sure not mine. Then all of a sudden I hear the doorbell ring. I got up super fast and pulled the door open. I flashed a smile I urged him to come inside. I stepped aside and held the door wide open as he came inside.

with tears in my eyes I left with my black hoodie, phone, headphones and a screwdriver in back pocket. I peeked into the hallway. I looked to my right. My grandparents’ door was closed as usual. I looked to my left. The light under the bathroom door illuminated the dark hallway. The shadow is large a list names go off in my head. When I hear the shower water go on, I know who exactly is in there. “Jorge.” I whispered to myself. I look a bit further to the left. The pitch black doorway to my parent’s room was darker than usual like a black hole only allowing my father’s loud snores escape. I tipped-toed into the livingroom. I passed by Jorge’s mattress and walked to the front door. I gripped the doorknob and realized the front door could give away my location to my sleeping family with its creakiness. I retreat backwards into the kitchen’s light. I felt the butterflies in my stomach find their way to my throat. I had no idea what I was going to do. I plug in my headphones and played my NiteTimezJamz3 Playlist to help me relax. I quickly braided my hair and stuffed into my hoodie. I quickly but quietly made my way towards the backyard.