A Short Story : A Story?

Somewhere in the Hoenn region, a young man was waking up to the dawn of a new day. What a tme to be alive, Sinan thought caustically, as he rose from his bed sleepily. At 7 AM in the morning, light was beginning to filter through the wooden slats in soft beams. As the grogginess ebbed away, he remembered that all trainers had to be present in the lab for the Beginner's Ceremony by 8 AM. The way he heard words could be screwy sometimes, and he wasn't the best at writing, but reading and details he paid attention to extensively. So he rose from the bed and pulled on a faded pair of ragged jeans, before heading to the bathroom to wash up and making himself look presentable, his mind was swirling with thoughts. Can't believe I've finally saved up enough for this, he thought, a slow grin spreading across his broad cheekbones and deepening into dimples. I'm so f*ckin' ready, and he'd never felt more excited in his life. F*ck school, f*ck working-- Sinan wanted to go out and explore his heart out again. Get away from the quiet monotony that depressed him so.

His feet sunk deep into the fresh snow as he picked his way down the sidewalk, hood up, watching the crystal flakes drift past and fall onto a silent street. It was dark enough for his vision to be blocked, 5:30 at night. Malaki was out without parental permission, but he didn’t care. He was sixteen, he could make his own decisions. He was out “studying” with a few friends, if studying means partying that is. His parents should’ve been in bed when he got home but just in case Maliki would sneak in through his window. He crawled in his window, the room pitch black. He went to turn his light out but his mom had beat him there. She flicked his lights on and crossed her arms. Her husband shook his head.

When Mrs. Chipley and Sally climbed the stone steps to Aunt Sarah’s porch, the great winds slapped them across their faces in frustration that they had escaped the rain. The sky was dark with night and storm clouds. Mrs. Chipley rapped the oak door. Soon the door was ajar, and it emitted a low voice.

I did it, I finally killed him. Sarah thought to herself, with a feeling of adrenaline rushing through her body.

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.

It has now been a year since Lilly’s and Williams wedding and for William it had been the best year of his life. Every day he loved Lilly more and more, and it seemed as if now that Damien was gone, they would be able to live out their happily ever after. As the rain taped agents the palace window, and the birds sang sweet songs of joy, William awoke knowing today was going to be a wonderful day. It was his birthday and Lilly always got him the best gifts. He couldn’t wait to open whatever she had gotten him this year. He looked over and noticed that Lilly was still asleep, so he quietly tip toed over to the closet where she had been hiding his gift, “all I need is one peak,” he Said to himself as he grabbed the neatly wrapped box from the top of the dresser, but before he could even remove the bow he felt a tap on his shoulder.

As I returned from my walk I hear voices, her voice seemed different; like she was relaxed and happy for once. I slammed the door open,”What are you doing,” I screamed. While grabbing the first thing I could find, two glass bottles, and stormed over to Van and whatever her name is.”You should learn that I always get my way. Be quiet and don’t fight me. You will be fine if you do what I tell you to do when I tell you.”I lifted up the first bottle and struck her first, but as it shattered over her head I heard a shriek of a high pitched noise right before she passed out. I stumbled back, stunned that such a horrid noise could come from such a small being. I just stared at her; she looked sad, but what did I care, this was fun. I picked up the other bottle and started to walk towards Van, he just looked at me and said,”Please no, please.” He was out within seconds of being hit.

I quickly unpacked the few things I had and laid them on the bed. I walked around the room, seeing if there was anything special about it. There wasn't much, but it was enough. The bottom trim was lined with cheap gold. The bathroom door was covered in hand-painted lilies. I walked over and admired the intricate designs. I opened the door and walked in. It was just a bathroom. Shower, toilet, sink. It was all there. Simple. Their entire house was. My house was a mess of old paintings and stains on the wall, reminding me of my childhood. On the back of my old room door was two hand prints. Exal and me. I realized I was staring into the simplicity and snapped back. Just as I was heading back into reality the door creaked open. "Hey." I looked over my shoulder expecting Exal. Her mom was standing there instead. "Um, hi." I knew she could hear the slight disappointment in my voice. " Listen, I know it's hard now, but it'll be okay eventually." I didn't know how to respond. "That's what you say, but it doesn't feel like it at all." I whispered it through hard breathing. It seemed as if we had an understanding, so we stood in silence for a few moments. "If you need to talk, about anything, let me know." Her words were soothing and I nodded as she left.

The sky had been darkened by thick gray clouds. The brown wooden fences that bordered colorful houses all seemed as if their color had faded away. Small drops of water slipped gracefully off of the delicate leaves to the ground. The whole scene had a certain elegance to it, however mysterious the thin veil of fog made the familiar setting appear.

It was a cold darkening night when Fredrich began walking down the street of Warsaw, late at night when the city was as dead as a graveyard not a gunshot or cannon could’ve woken the dead, he was planning an escape on how to leave to America. He walked through North Avenue plotting every detail of his plan. Fredrich came across someone he did not recognize at all he thought to himself, “Who was this strange and dark figure,” because fredrich could not see his face, but only the shadow that dwelled there, had this menaced and restless feeling. The dark figure walked along the street. Fredrich decided to follow him regardless of the warnings inside him, but Fredrich’s curiosity got the best of him not knowing if this dark faceless man was dangerous. He followed the figure for about 30 minutes and it just disappeared into the night.

A light rain pitter-pattered against the windshield of Tom’s Mustang. Every few minutes, a burst of sunlight exploded through the clouds, creating gasoline rainbows in the opalescent puddles pitting the asphalt. Stifling a yawn, the young officer stared into the distance, his concentration waning with each passing mile. Maybe it was the hypnotic swish of the windshield wipers, or maybe, it was the knowledge he was about to face Booker for the first time since their disastrous date. Either way, his focus wasn’t on the road, and he failed to notice the red light. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white sedan heading toward him, but it was too late for him to react. The vehicle crashed into his door, the impact spinning the car around and slamming it into a light post. With no seatbelt to protect him, his body jerked forward, the force smashing his temple against the windshield. A bolt of pain exploded inside his head, and he slumped against the steering wheel, the loud blare of the horn following him into oblivion.

The following morning, Tomas’ alarm went off and I jumped up running out his door; I ran into his dad “Good morning Casey.” I smiled “Good morning.” He continued down the hall to the staircase; I went to my room and got ready for school. Tomas came in the doorway “Hey. Go ahead and take a shower first, I’m going to go eat something.” I nodded my head “That’s fine.” He smiled and left; I got in the shower.

Today is audition day. It came so fast...and I didn’t think I was ready. I looked at my phone to see what time it was and the two words that popped up on my screen, shot chills up my spine. I was scared, shocked, and confused.

Flashlight. Check. Golf ball bag. Check. Phone. Check. Emergency kit. Check. Snacks. Check. Avalon went to make a mental list of everything she'd need for that night's adventure. She knew that tonight would be no different from all the other nights, but she still re-checked everything. It was a side-effect of having anxiety; Avalon always felt like she was missing or forgetting something.

As I take a breath, the warm May air filled my lungs. The golden wheat fields surrounding my wooden farmhouse glistened as the Oklahoma sun hit it. I watch as Mama brings some bread to Papa, her own mother, and I. The umbrellas covering the four of our heads were doing all we could ever ask for, to keep us relaxed and from thinking about all of the drama and rumors that can quickly spread around our little town, because there has been a problem with that lately. We all sat outside quietly and just watched the sky for any birds. At only 9 a.m., it was a bit cloudy and the sky seemed a little darker than usual but it still felt almost the same but not quite. I decided to break the awkward silence by saying something.