A Short Story : A Story?

“You’re still coming over at 6 though right?” “Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.

The girl, laying in her warm bed, was staring. She was staring up at the ceiling, this happened every night, a bed was supposed to give comfort yet it makes her anxious. She had only moved to her new house in a secluded part of her neighborhood, and only a week in strange things started to occur. Something was here and it wasn’t playing games, she knew it wasn’t after the first incident with *it.* The girl had finally moved everything into her house, exhausted from the work and doing it alone. She had gone upstairs to her bedroom yet the door wouldn’t open. It was a narrow hallway, and it seemed that every door in the hallway had locked themselves. Of course, it wouldn’t have freaked her out as much if it weren’t for the door that closes off the hallway from the stairs had also locked as well. She had been trapped, she couldn’t do anything but wait to see if someone would come over but they never came.

Whoosh! Outside the windows of her apartment, the branches kept swaying back and forth. Alexandria woke up from her sleep and kept listening to the sound. She looked out the window to see the darkness of the night and she touched the leaves of the branches. The leaves were smooth

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.

“That’s enough, you two! If you don’t stop the tickle monster is going to get you!” our Dad says as he charges into the kitchen with Susie’s slippers on.

She was scared, lost, and confused. Anyone could tell simply by looking in her eyes. As she stared out the window, Margaret could see it all. She saw every fear spelled out in the woman’s eyes. Margaret’s heart cried out in pain as it broke into several pieces.

I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor keeping a steady beat and the back of my neck burning up. Was I in a hospital? Opening my eyes, I quickly shut them again. “Ugh” I grunted closing them tight as my head pounded with pain.

Kate whipped her head around to see who the owner of that voice was. She felt relief and joy when she saw it was Mr. Jacks who followed her. Maybe he will escape with her. Mr. Jacks stood less than 10 feet away and his dog sat by

An hour later Gavin hands me a cup with a lid,wrote on a piece of tape says ‘Gavin A.’ “Well if this doesn't work let me know,I’m next door after all” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for your...um...contribution...” He blushes and touches the spot where I kissed him. “It's no problem.I mean it's our duty to society,so what do I do now?” “Well I was about to go to the store...so I guess leave maybe?” He gives me a hug, turns to leave but stops “Hey if you ever need a friend I do live next door so maybe if it's OK with you,we can have lunch sometime?”I nod,smiling,he leaves. I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I take down my braids.My brown hair is a mess,it's wild and untamed. It's curly because the braids I had in earlier. My blue eyes become an ocean as I began to sob thinking about my family. I turn on the shower.

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.

It was the summer going into fourth grade. Waking up that morning my mom, short with brown curly hair, surprised me with a big box that had come from the mail. She said “Your aunt Claire from Colorado sent you some new clothes to have.” I opened the box and came to find a whole bunch of different clothes like tank tops, shorts, and bathing suits. I had noticed that there were doubles of some of the clothes.

“You ungrateful brat, I begged you to bring your dad some ice cream and now look − you wouldn’t even do it. Well, go on home, and I’ll get it for him!” Virginia yelled, and Deborah started crying.