A Short Story : A Story?

*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.

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.

Allen’s heart seized as he watched his father’s body crumple to the ground before him. The smile on Ellie’s face told him she’d hit exactly who she wanted to and that wasn’t going to go unanswered.

You wiped the salty tears streaming down your cheeks as you stood outside the door. You knew the man inside would be more than happy to see you, though you didn't want him to see you in this state. However, who else could you turn to? He had been your friend since you both were little, running around the streets, laughing and shouting at the top of your lungs. He knew everything about you, all your secrets, all your worries. At this thought, you reached out and arm and brought your knuckles down three times upon the door. You sniffled and wiped your eyes again just as the door opened, revealing Namjoon. His eyes widened as he recognized you, a smile blooming as he said, "(Y/N)! It's so nice to see you!" Then he noticed the puffiness and redness of your eyes and face, and saw wet streaks down your cheeks. His face quickly changed to one of concern as he grabbed your arms gently and pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. "What is it?" He cried, looking into your eyes, his voice slightly panicked. You broke down and slid to the floor, and immediately Namjoon was at your side. He knelt on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you back and both, cooing to you as you sobbed. After a few minutes, he helped you to your feet and brought you inside his house, sitting with you on the couch. He grabbed a tissue and gently wiped your eyes, and then gave you another to blow your nose. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked quietly, rubbing your

Jumping off Steve’s motorcycle, Curbie kisses her father’s cheek before running into the front door of school, literally. Groaning she picks herself up from the ground, and opens the glass door. Running in she quickly slides and gets past the incoming traffic of high school halls. Upon reaching her locker she sees the familiar brown hair head of her best friend. "Peter!" She yells reaching him and launching herself on his back. "Hello best friend." She gives him a cheeky smile while resting her chin on his shoulder.

The morning was crisp with the fresh smell of fall, it had to be the quietest morning I as an eleven year old ever woke up to, but not as quiet as last night when the incident happened. Mom was downstairs cooking breakfast, it smelt like eggs and bacon. Dad was sitting down at the breakfast bar waiting for me like he had something to say to me. That’s when I knew they were going to tell me what happened last night. As soon as I sat down, the talking started. “Jon, me and your father have to say something to you” said mom with a uneasy voice.

Blaire shakes his head and locks his work in the left drawer of his desk. “Jeep,” he mutters under his breath, “Why is it a fucking Jeep.” He tucks the key back in his pocket and follows Richard out the door.

I was on the edge of my seat in that movie too bad it ended with a cliffhanger. Cody was right next to me and he had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I woke him up and we had left the theater he yanked my arm back and said “Kate, I left my phone in that theater can you go get while I run to the bathroom?”

Louis sighed looking inside the sack. Half a biscuit and some crumbled crackers. He knew it was for a prisoner but he still felt that there should be more. But he shook his head and continued down the hall towards the cell. He didn’t know who the prisoner was. All he was told was that the prisoner was bilingual and was a messenger for the enemy.

It was August and Gemini woke to the warm sensation of summer tickling her face. As she looked outside, she saw all the beautiful flowers growing in the garden. “Gemini, Gemini! Breakfast is ready!” called her aunt, Georgia as Gemini ran down the stairs. She was met with a scent that put a smile on her face. Her aunt had made her favorite, bacon and eggs. As Gemini was munching on her meal her sister came rushing down the stairs already dressed. “Gemini, why don’t you come to the market with me to get medicine for mother?” her sister said as she packed her bag with some money. “Of course!” Gemini said smiling as she sprinted up the stairs to get dressed. She pulled out a traditional blue village dress and tied her hair in a neat bun like all the other village girls. Before running back downstairs, Gemini went to her mother’s room and made her drink the soup aunt georgia had prepared. “Drink mother” Gemini said as she helped her mother up to drink from the wooden bowl. Her mother was very ill. She had an illness that Gemini’s father had passed away from. Most of the apothecaries thought it was impossible to to treat, but not Gemini. After saying bye to her mom and her aunt, she jumped into the carriage with her sister. “I can’t wait!” Gemini said. As they rode off into the marketplace, Gemini’s face flushed with excitement. She saw people big and small tall and short and even at and thin. Before her sister could even say a word, Gemini ran up to all the market stands where

I reached for the circular “up” button on the wall. C’mon c’mon, I mumbled, waiting for the door to open. The elevator finally got to my floor and the doors slid open. I stepped inside, the five other people shuffled to make room for me, I stood against the wall. We went up about two floors, when all of the sudden the lights flickered and the elevator came to a screeching halt. I jerked forward, trying not to drop my things, what the heck is going on? I thought, beginning to panic. I looked around. The others murmured around me.

Looking through the school bus window, and seeing the gray sky John, a brown- eyed boy with jet black hair sat in a two person chair alone like always. When he got home, he heard a noise coming from the kitchen, he walked slowly to see what it was, suddenly his sister Erica jumped out of the kitchen. John instantly jumped back with a pale face as if he had seen millions of spiders and then the scream came.

It was 9:00 PM, and I was by myself. The house was dark and looming, as I stayed in my room reading. An eerie creaking sound of the house settling filled the air, but was settling the explanation? I crept slowly into the hall, step by step, and made my way downstairs. When I got to the stairs I heard a crash from below. I thought, “Is there an intruder in my house?”

A buzzing from his phone knocked him out of his lonely mind. A call, from no one else than Richie Tozier.

“Julianna dear! Wake up!” I heard a voice yell. I woke up startled and realized that it was 9:30 in the morning.