A Short Story : A Story?

Lauren obeyed, and dug her gloved fingers into his coat, curling her knuckles tight. His arm tightened around her. Uncontrollable shivers raced through her body. Nothing made sense. She wanted her toasty warm apartment. She wanted to forget about

"My dear child, let them do their jobs. You must come now, if you stay like that any longer blood will surely stain your costume." With that she was whisked away by the Madame and found that they had gone to the lounge for the performers.

A ruddy colour bloomed on her father’s cheeks. “Okay then, let’s make it two weeks. Starting now, you’re grounded.”

“It is such a funny thing.” Her laughter continued to shake her body as she gripped the bat just a little harder.

“okay mom.(4) I walked to my classroom and saw the costumes waiting for us to put them on.(16)

I sat in the nurse's office while she was taking care of my eye it didn't take very long. She said "There will be a little bit of bruising." I nodded and she let me out of her office and I walked into the main office both Patrick and Henry were sent out of the Principal's office and I tried to talk to Patrick "Patri-." "Miss Davenport can you step into my office for a minute?" I heard Principal Blackburn's voice call me over. I sighed and walked into his office."Okay Miss Davenport as i can see that you have been a straight A student and you have not been sent to my office before for any reason and I've noticed for the past month your grades have been slipping. your teacher has told me that you've had a change in your group of friends. Would you like to explain what's going on?" I shook my head "No there's nothing wrong." The principal nodded and asked "Then miss Davenport would you like to explain what happened with Miss Keene this morning?" I smiled and said "She started the fight by running that big ass mouth of hers so I shut it for her." "What did she say to you Kassidy?" the smile faded from my face as I told him about what Gretta said to me this morning and he said that he was going to have a word with her and let me leave his office but not before telling me that I was going to have detention for the rest of the week along with Patrick, Henry and possibly Gretta too. I walked out of the office and went looking for Patrick but instead of finding Patrick I ran into

“Good boy!” he yelled as the dog licked him, leaving dog slobber all over his face. He gently stroked his fingers through Sparky’s golden locks. They began to play tug o war on the carpet, when suddenly the doorbell had rang. Sparky had began to whine his head resting on his paws.

Twirling her keys around her pointer finger, a tall, dark-skinned girl had placed her hand on a glass door and slotted her keys into their keyhole and locked it, then tucked them back into her jean pocket. She tucked a strand of curly hair that had fallen out of it’s ponytail behind her ear as she turned the sign from open to closed. Turning around, she leaned her back against the shop windows, peered at the rows of flower arrangements along the walls, and sighed. Vivian pulled her apron over her head and hung it back on the tacky, rusted, flower hooks on the wall, then pulled her rolled up sleeves down to her freckled wrists. Just another day, she guessed.

It has been a long, long time since Ignis decided to return to Altissia, and that was after Noctis was gone.

“Hello sweetheart” I hear a man whisper in my ear. I turn around so fast I heard my neck crack. I couldn’t see anyone. I set down my book I was reading and looked inside the Cafe I was sitting at but there was no man except for one man at the cash register.

It was a dreary winter night in Oceana, West Virginia. Tucked away, warmly, was a man by the name of Michael. You see, Michael was a fairly brave individual that was very rarely frightened. He was sort of a leader to his peers and those around him by showing his courage and virtue. As he lay tucked away in his comfortable bed, he heard the strange sound of footsteps in the snow outside. Dismissing it as possibly an animal or the wind, he paid no attention to it and went back to watching his television show. It was only after hearing it once more that he grew immensely curious and decided to check it out. At first, he opened his window and peered outside where he heard the strange sound from but saw that the ground was completely undisturbed. Given the fact that it was negative five degrees outside and in the middle of a two-week long snowstorm, he did not notice any sign that someone or something was outside. Once more he dismissed the sounds, closed his window, and covered back up in his warm bed.

It was a Saturday morning and Lewis was unpacking his stuff into his new room. The Jungleport family had just moved into to an 298 year old house and everyone was trying to get used to the old smell, old wallpaper, and the old leftover things in the house. Abby was cleaning up her room because it was full of dust. James was scraping his walls because of the old wallpaper in his room. The parents were making sure the house was staying together.

She had long waist-lengthed hair was the color of a soleless midnight sky, her bangs chopped just a little above her forehead, and she had never smiled under any circumstances. Summer sat at the edge of her front porch on an old rocking chair, staring into the empty fields of darkness beyond her home. The world around her was sustained, it was what she needed. Looking up at the stars hoping that her beloved would be in this world somewhere. All she wanted was her lost husband at war to come back, she wanted Hitler to end his terrible thoughts and everything to return to normal.

On a casual day, on the first week of October, a twelve year old, going by the name of Joshua Stephenson, was getting kicked out of his home. Again. His 6th foster parent couple, angry and disappointed, discarded him after what happened at school.

“Sure thing sport, what's up?” I peered through the sliver of light emerging past my mother’s silhouette, greeted by an otherwise empty hallway. “Can we talk about Fred?” Her brow furrowed.