A Short Story : A Story?

It was a nice day so I wanted to see if my friends could play, I rode my bike to Alex and Tony’s house. I got to the door and rang the bell.

“ We are at your house,” I said. When I saw Ponyboy running out of his house and telling me to go with him and run away. I was thinking of asking him, but did it anyway. “ Ponyboy, where are we going?” I said. He told me that we are just going to the park and come back home. We were at the park hanging out, until the Socs came.

We had been so bored finished half the baloney, and nearly finished our whole pack of weeds, Johnny had promised to pick up more supplies in a couple of days, I had felt sick, when a toe nudged me in the ribs,” Glory,” a familiar voice had said,” He looks different with his hair like that.” It was Dally, I rolled over, rubbed my eyes real sleepy like yawning, finally I blinked, I nearly blew Dally’s eardrums out when I yelled,” Hey, Dally!”He yelled back,” Hey Ponyboy,” he looked down at me,” or should I say sleeping beauty?” Ponyboy had thought he would never see or imagine the day when he would be so happy to see Dallas Winston, but that day had come. As excited as I was to see Dally I knew it only meant one thing, contact with the outside world everything had become real and very vital. I immediately abused what I just had recieved and asked,” How’s Sodapop? Are the fuzz after us?

After we ate at Dairy Queen , we rode up to the church. When we were riding up there I asked Dally if my parents were worried about me. Dally said “The boys are worried about you.” But I kept on asking him about my parents. Dally snapped at me and told me “ Blast it Johnny, what do they matter?Shoot, my old man don’t give a hung whether i’m in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in a gutter.” I looked at the dashboard with such hurt bewilderment. He told me that he wasn’t mad at me.He just doesn’t want me to get hurt. Sometime later we arrived at the church. As soon as we were closer to the church it was up in flames. Pony said “I bet we started it.” “We must have dropped a lighted cigarette or something.” There were some grown ups and kids near the church.

We sat and talked about how unusual it was that us four had come together. After meeting at a book signing while standing inline next to each other we thought how nice would it be to get together and talk literature. We had never expected the guys to be so belligerent after all they seems intelligent and well-read at the signing. We thought what a shame and went on with our earlier conversation. We talked about why Judith might have imagined herself a completely different person in her dreams as a child, someone who could do what she wanted to who she wanted, not that anything she did was bad. Then we talked about my recurring childhood dreams of me stuck in an empty store with monsters. We talked about our husbands and kids and the pressure as a mother to make sure we have it all under control. Our waiter came by to let us know they were closing and we couldn’t believe we had been sitting there talking about what seems like everything for all that time. We finished our glass of wine, paid the bill and walked down to an all-night coffee shop. We agreed to one cup of coffee then to home we

He looked at me with a little disappointment. I wanted to bite my words then. Arthan said, Dude, I want to normal. I want to be with you guys. I really thought he was losing his mind then. We always talked about skipping classes from Jr. High to go see him. I didn’t know what to say at that point so I said, no, you’ve been there and done that.

We would go on more adventures. I thought we would fight more battles. But, instead i might be fighting them o my own. The nurse walked down the hall with a nice smile. She asked if i was max. I said yes. She told me kevin was asking for me. I sprinted to freaks room , and almosted kicked his door down! I was so happy that freak was ok. At least that’s what it seemed to be. After awhile of awkwardness , I started to tell stories about when we got chased by Tony .D and his little gang. And , about the fireworks from when we first met. I had to keep my tears back , because i didn’t wanna get teased by freak. Even though he’s in the hospital his attitude hasn’t changed. A few hours later , it was time to go home. I tried to stay with freak but grim wouldn’t let me , i couldn’t sleep that night. AT ALL! I tossed and

“Who’s this? Did she help you?” Michael questions me. “This is my...." I look over at Jade-Anne and to see if I she agrees on what I'm about to say, she nods back. "Well, who is she?!" Michael questions with annoyance in his tone. “Oh yeah, guys this is my girlfriend, her name is Jade-Anne, but she prefers Jade, and technically I helped her from two zombie hordes and before you say anything, she did help me bring back more supplies than I could've brought back myself and I thought she could stay with us since her friends got eaten by zombies and I know how hard it is to survive alone.” I say trying to convince the boys. “I guess so.” The boys reply with. They go back to what they were doing and I say to Jade-Anne, “No matter what happens zombies will never keep us apart, I will do my best to protect you, I will never let you leave my sight.” I say to her while we cuddle on our small

I was walking with Gary, my best friend, towards my school, Eastern High School." Gary, you, me , game night . " I said, snapping my finger at him. " Okay," He said, putting his hands in his red jacket.

" Of course," I replied, with a bit to much excitement in my voice. I reached around my neck for my key chain and unlocked the changing room door and opened it motioning for Dan to walk in. He said "thank you," looking up from the ground and half smiled at me, making my heart melt and my soul shatter into a million pieces. Then we both reached for the door handle and our hands touch for the smallest fraction of a second , we made eye contact and the world froze. I didn't think about Phil or Carissa standing only a few feet away string at us, or about my report that i had to write for my English class. All i thought about was the brief feeling of his warm soft hand against mine and his beautiful, smoldering brown eyes staring back into mine. "Sorry" we both mumbled pulling away as the world came back into motion. I stood there in a daze at what had just happened. It's like that moment in Cinderella 3 when Cinderella and the

Ok, Bella sniff this and follow the smell, What did that mean? He shoved a blanket in my face and I smelled it the blanket smelled like berries and lavender, I wasn’t sure what to do. He did it again this time I understood, I put my nose down and followed the scent. I went into the woods and found a woman sleeping, she startled awake. “Oh sorry Dan I guess I dozed off there”, “no problem Charlotte thanks for helping, and aren’t you a good girl Bella”, Dan gave me a treat.

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

All of James' life he thought that he was just a simple man and that he would die, perfectly ordinary, in his small village. For 18 years he had lived life as it came to him, growing up in Thornwood. His life was peaceful and dull. Every day since he was young he gathered edibles and alchemy ingredients from the forest, to be sold at a small price. It was an easy job that he was good enough at, but for a long time, he had held a secret dream, to leave this place. If only he had more money, more power, he could do whatever he wanted.

At that moment, I lost it. Tears streamed down my eyes, and instantly I hugged her and started sobbing. Knowing that a single comment of mine made a difference touched me so profoundly. I felt like I was hugging myself, old Sarah. I understood how she felt. I too wanted someone to invite me, to feel validated. She was probably confused why I was crying, but so was I, maybe I was also crying because I was letting out all the earlier emotions, colors, drain away.

It was the smell of smoke that was the reason I awoke on that dreadful night.The smoke was not from that of a candle nor of a fire, but rather the heavy pungent smoke from a cigarette.The unmistakable scent sent shivers racing up my spine and memories seeping into my brain.In the 25 years, I have lived only one individual I had encountered smoked strawberry cigarettes.I sat silently and pleaded that I was still dreaming, that the scent was conjured up by my imagination.And when I finally did sit up in bed I let out a blood-curdling scream.Standing in the doorway of the room watching me intently was my father.