A Short Story : A Story?

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 summer had seemed too short for Maxine Caulfield and anxiety filled her as she loaded her school bag and prepared for her first day back to class.

My eyes slightly open to the bright light in front of me. What happened last night? i look up slowly opening my squinted eyes. thats not my ceiling... i look over and see a dark skined back. Oh right..

“ No one can know that I killed her, got it john?” Okay lizzy, I understand. But what if- what do you mean what if john, there’s no what if’s there has to be no evidence that I killed her, so drive over here and bring plastic wrap. Do you think that’ll be good enough? John stuttered and then replied back to lizzy with a yes. While john is driving over to get lizzy and the dead girl, he sees a cop out of the corner of his eye, and starts to panic. Everything changed that night, the world and his friends aren’t what they use to be anymore, the girl he thought he knew, had some issues he or no one never knew.

In was a nice summer day in a quiet neighborhood and Timmy spent his summer days riding his bike. He would ride to his friend’s house and spend half of his day doing, summer school work, play football, and talk about cars. His friend Roger, told Timmy that his family will going be going on vacation for the next two weeks and had invited Tim to come join them. Timmy ran home excited to tell his mom about the invitation. Timmy ran through the door, slammed it shut and asked his mom if he was able to go.

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.

I whinced as he brushed trough the tangles. I'm supposed to brush my hair but Master likes to do it so I let him.

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.

Craig shifted in his seat; the wooden chair was so uncomfortable. He was in a corridor, lined with identical chairs occupied by more young men of about his age. The corridor smelled like polish and floor cleaner, and was painted a dull grey and cream. A few feet away stood a tough looking soldier, immaculately dressed in a dark green uniform and carrying a large wooden cane. Every few minutes a light bulb hanging above a doorway would flash, a buzzer would sound and the soldier jabbed the man sitting closest to him with his cane.

The desert wind whipped loose tendrils of Madeline’s blonde hair around her face as they stepped onto the tarmac in Cairo. She tied a light blue scarf around her head, the ends fluttering just outside her view. She had chosen to wear a loose fitting white shirt and light blue pants and she was glad she had. It was a billion degrees here!

Shaking, I stand up, trying to steady my body and my mind. I make my way across the lot back onto the street. I start towards my house once again.

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.

Jason was strolling down the gloomy back street, its walls dark and menacing. He had trekked this path many times, but this time it got him on edge. He felt as if he was trapped by the massive buildings around him. The faint smell of dust covered him as he walked down this dusty and aged street. He emerged from the dark and gloomy street to be blinded by the intense light of the sun. Noise of the busy people bustling around him surrounded his ear. He turned to follow the main stream of people, his grey eyes scanning the crowds as he walked to try to find his friends. Spotting them, he barged his way through the crowds to get to them. A random person barged into him knocking his leg, then with searing pain, his leg flared. He searched his leg to find the source of pain and found his chip digging into him causing blood to pour out. Thinking to himself he wondered what these chips were even for. He looked up to see the massive buildings create what seemed to be walls surrounding him, leaning over him. Everyone around him seemed so cheerful, yet he couldn’t see how they could be in such as desolate place, they all seemed to be oblivious.

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.”

After waiting more than an hour in the parking lot for Marlene to arrive, Katherine was ready to go home when she saw the old familiar Malibu pull into the parking lot, and rushed behind the building so her daughter wouldn’t see her. Peeking around the corner, Katherine watched Marlene get out of the car, go to the driver’s side and kissed him passionately, before waltzing across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. Katherine watched as her the raven-haired beauty with a reputation for being high maintenance get in the red Mercedes and drive out of the parking lot.