A Short Story : A Story?

As the petite woman moved out of the way, Coley got a clear view of the valiant offender; a girl, cheeky smirk aimed at the fuming Frenchwoman, bright brown eyes the very picture of innocence. She diverted her gaze to grin at Coley with unbelievably white teeth (stark against her beautifully tanned skin); a motion lasting only a fraction of a second, but it was enough to make Coley’s heart stutter with some kind of incredible force in a way it never had before.

Yet when noon came and the sun came beating down on fractured people, their ears grew hungry for something they had never had before. People looked towards Saint Vincent’s Cathedral, with its white clay bell tower, and craved its awful shriek. They craved the sound of past and the feeling of their worst inconvenience being a bell too loud. And when, slower than it once did, the bell rang high and intense, many felt their shoulders drop and eyes begin to water. For in such brutal blight, their bell remained

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.

Athena was terrified. It was almost as if the wind was screaming at her as she was walking into the Forest. She was only going to take a few steps into the Forest. At least that’s whatshe thought. Athena could feel her heart beating in her chest so fast that she thought for a moment it was going to fly out. Slowly, she turned around, prepared to go back to her best friend. As soon as Athena turned around, the only thing she saw was shadowy trees, surrounding her, almost as if they were going to kill her.

The first bullet hit her head and she thought, “Is this the end?” Then her body dropped dead on top of her friend, Kate. The gun went off, ripping through Kate’s ears as if she was right next to a fireworks display, hearing to it go off. with no sound protection. The echo of the ear-splitting "BANG" carried on for a good minute...

Joe woke up. He turned his head to the left to look it at his clock. It read June 28 2020. He could feel the warm summer air in his room and the smell of breakfast coming from down the hallway. He opened his door and looked down the hallway and saw his father cooking bacon and eggs. He could hear his mom in the shower listening to music. He walked down his hallway say “good morning” to his dad as he walked by his dad. His dad just looked in his direction and kept cooking. As he sait down he felt something was off about his dad. His dad was a very talkative person with something always on his mind dieing to tell anyone.

“Everybody go downstairs to the church basement NOW!” ,bellowed Mrs.Bardell. Just as we were finishing the last song 3 gunshots went off, followed by a deathly scream outside of the church. Everybody hurried downstairs like little mice. We hid inside the old locker rooms. My heart was beating outside of my chest...and i’m sure everyone else's was too. It was hot and breezy down there. Ew. After about an hour there were policemen coming into the church to tell us that it is safe outside. I saw Mrs.Bardell and the policemen talking about something important. Her face looked terrified! Very curiously I kinda walked closer to hear what they were saying, but soon got called back by my best friend Zoey.

Rather than answer, Jacob said, “What I meant was that I wish I didn’t know what I was going to do today. I always know what I have to look forward to, and it isn’t much. Practically nothing in fact.”

Sparks flickered into the darkness of the night sky as the trio sat around the fire watching the embers glow. Their hunger satisfied thanks to Amanda and Maggie’s success. The overall mood palatably more relaxed than the previous night. Relaxed enough Maggie felt comfortable enough to pull out a joint from her pocket. Shannon might’ve forced them to give up their packs and supplies at the beginning of this adventures but that didn’t mean she was willing to give up her herb.

As loved ones bowed their heads in respect for the lost one, puffs of smoke were manifested. Cannons went off, and arrows, into the sky; they descended due to gravity. And there was a Max Outer Layer, which sealed off the entire world for cleansing.

‘He was pushing the bushes and tree branches to the side, making his way through the cold and dark forest.’ Said grandma Lizzie.

Cander is calm now. As he walks closer the reflection from the door impairs his vision. He keeps walking closer and the lights only get brighter. Cander shields his eyes as if he were looking at the sun.

As soon as the bus stopped, Emily snuck out the back door. But the driver didn't notice. But of course, he had noticed everybody else sleeping.

“Oh no, oh no…” she said as she started to harden. A chill went down her spine, as she now stood there, naked, in physical pain, covered in muscle balm, and completely erect. “Now’s not a good time,” she whispered to her own body.

The sun bakes down across her shoulders as she trudges forward. With every kick, a bit of sand flies upward into Nix's eyes. Her arms burn with exertion and her legs scream with every single step she takes. There's nothing around her but a myriad of sand. Two backpacks are tied on her shoulders, but they feel like boulders, weighing her down. Nix grinds her bicuspids into powder, pure stubbornness giving her the strength to keep going. She wasn't going to die out here; she wouldn't give those monsters the satisfaction. So she kept walking, each step strengthening her spirit, yet draining her body. No matter what happened, she would continue.