A Short Story : A Story?

On November 14, 2007, Joe Horn, a sixty-one year old retired man, was at home when he saw two people breaking into his neighbors’ house. Horn then called 911 and retrieved his shotgun. While on the phone with the emergency operator, Horn was told to stay inside and wait for police, but when he saw the two men leaving he ignored the instructions and went to chase them. During the 911 call, the sound of a shotgun being cocked can be heard before Horn shouts, “Move, you’re dead,” and three shots ring out.

“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.

They chuckled to one another as if what they were doing was simply for their own leisure. I tried to estimate how many men were standing behind me but it was no use, my mind was racing with fear, I wasn’t as sharp as I usually was. Realizing I had lost sight of the group my mind turned to finding them, were they okay? Had they also been captured? No, I could see them still together, sharing a cigarette and laughing to one another. I could see them but could they see me? My radio…of course! All I had to do was push the button on the side and hope they would realize something was wrong. But could I risk it? I had no idea how many of them were behind me. Would they kill me instantly if I attempted to make contact? I had to try. I may be as good as dead anyway, what would be the point of not trying? I took a deep breath in and tried to maintain a slower heart rate. I slowly lifted my right hand up to my chest, until I finally had it in my hand. As I pushed down on the button, one of the men began shouting to the other. He lifted his foot, which then came back down directly on my arm. I shrieked out in pain as I fell to the ground. In the distance I could see my group looking up, trying to see if I was alright. I had done it; I was going to be okay. The man pushed the gun even harder into my head. “The phone…the phone…make the call now or I shoot.” Hastily, I picked up the phone and without a second

The room was a bloody mess , Trever had been use to gore after being a cop and dealing with lots of murder scenes. This one was different though , dried blood on the floor and wound , but all of the victims blood drained from her body. Nakita shows up with her black bandana , disguising herself after being here only hours before. She was the coroner of the city , she can wash away any evidence found on the body that would lead to her being guilty . It was a good cover up for extra activities outside of work . Photos being taken in the room , Trever blinks every time he sees a flash go off . “ Alright I think we have enough goddamn pictures of our guest.” He snaps at the crew , walking into the hallway looking all around for any clue . He is confused of this scene , knowing that Father Andrew is dead and proven only by words that he did all the killings. He started to think that his best friend Mark was loosing his mind and starting to do a killing spree. “ Sergeant Bess.” Casey Bess , five eight , bald head African American with a small trim mustache . “ Yes sir.” “ You know who Mark Jensen is right ?” “ Yes sir , knew him back in the day .” “ Good , I'm starting to get

Jay jumped to attention, his attention drawn to muffled swears that resounded from the hidden backroom. His customer looked panicked and reached towards his hip with his right hand, drawing back his white blazer. Alarm bells pealed in Jay’s head, his eyes widening in fear as he realised what was happening.

There comes a car in the drive-thru, and it pulls right up to the window, and as I hear chatter among the customer and Larissa. Larissa comes towards the front of the counter and says “I can’t argue with this guy, we don’t have student discounts and tells Jason to go and talk to the customer.” Jason does not hesitant and goes to the window, where I hear him saying, “sir, we do not have student discounts”, and this seems to calm the man down. Larissa makes the drinks and serves the guy his donuts that he ordered to and throws his straw wrapper at Larissa and drives off. They start talking about how Andrew didn’t know he had to come in and the seemed to talked about this sincerely and honestly, not talking about him badly at all. A few minutes

While Anders sat there on the floor bleeding from an apparent bullet wound to the head, the lady that was standing next to him in line is now standing there trying desperately not to cry and in apparent shock looks at the robbers as they say to her “lay down, shut the fuck up, and follow directions, before I do the same to you!” She slowly turns her head in the other direction and cries softly to morn a person that just a few seconds ago she had a distaste for, asking herself why? Why didn’t this man just keep his mouth shut? Why couldn’t he just be quiet like everyone else? And an echo in her head …justice is done, as this woman was sitting there beating herself up over a conversation she had a few seconds ago with a complete stranger

“Come out slowly and put your hands in the air!!” We heard a voice say from outside.We looked outside and saw that there were a ton of people and what looked like cars I couldn't be sure because i've never seen one before.Once we got outside people started running but were stopped by a metal ball.”If you run we will have to shoot you.So come out and lay with your hands behind your back !!!”.We did what he said and we were put in metal

BANG! Blood gushed from the boy’s skull as he flew backwards, falling off the roof and onto the concrete – THUD! A look of horror precipitated on Christopher and Alexis’s faces, mixed with confusion, trepidation, and astonishment. The two veered around, identifying a slouched person angled towards his left. In his right hand, was a smoking gun that had just been fired.

The cries of scared and confused children rang throughout the alley. Men and women, both young and old, were squealing and uttering these frightening shrieks. Tommy, however, stood proudly. He held his gun in front of him, with a look on his face that showed cocky arrogance. He took slow, menacing steps towards the crowd, so they would back up to the end of the drive, so they could cower in his power, before he killed them all.

“How about both” laughed one of the masked men,” They handcuffed Saers to the steering wheel in the drivers seat, left him there and took Gemma to a bench, which was just within the vision of drivers seat. Saers thought they were going to maybe let her run free but this wasn’t the case. One of the men pulled out a pistol and held it at Gemma’s head and before Saers could even speak the gun fired and Gemma dropped to the ground. Saers screamed but nobody could hear him, not even the masked men. He began to pull on the handcuffs so that they would break, not before long the steering wheel came loose and actually popped out. Saers knew he was outgunned and his wife was already dead, so he decided to exercise the smart option of running away. He opened the door quietly and then crept until he was out of vision for then he began to sprint. He knew that if he kept running they wouldn’t be able to catch

I grab the door handle but as soon as I'm about to go in my phone starts buzzing. I see it’s my mom and I ignore it. I walk over to the line and wait. I ask for some cigarettes then Paco and Jermaine bust in. “Don’t move!” I hear them say in usion. I get down on the ground and act like I don’t know what’s going on. “Don’t shoot!” I say. I then stand up and whip my gun from my pants and aim it at the worker. “Give me all the money!” I say.

The police look at each other in fear. Their once black and blue suits, stained with thick red suicide. Faint ticking is heard throughout the bar, but everyone thought it was a watch. The four men inspect everyone in the bar, everyone is calling family, friends, or trying to get a ride home. The four police crouch down over Mr. Carter's dripping body. The biggest of the men get closer, presses his black boot covered foot onto the blood-stained counter, and puts his glove covered hands on one cheek on Mr. Carter's face.

A blinding light, like a hundred spotlights joining together to form one beam, pierced down through the ceiling of the room. Through it came, well, I have to describe them as angels. I found myself saying, “George”, and heard Jason saying, “Jesse” next to me as we recognized who they had once been. They flew down to the mother, each grabbed a shoulder, and guided her up through the ceiling. I watched in disbelief as the family below also faded from sight right where they stood.

“Wow, Rhianna, that was awesome!” said a voice from behind me. I jumped out of my skin and turned around. My sister stood there, leaning up against a piece of scrap metal. Lucy and Vincent were standing behind her. My eyes widened and I shoved my book back into my bag, “You guys weren't meant to hear that! I stuttered. Lucy laughed, “Well we did, and it was amazing”. I smiled slightly, “Thanks guys, I appreciate it”. Jasmine rolled her eyes, “Oh come on Rhianna, you sound like one of those pink prissy princesses on Asgard!”. Vincent snorted, “Ugh I hate them, they think they're so posh”. Lucy laughed, “That's cause they are Vince”. Jasmine snorted, “Right, well we've got to get going, Dad will not be happy if we're just sitting here being ugh...polite”. I nodded and stood up. We began walking through town, Jasmine purposefully bumping people in the shoulder or tripping them up. One time, a young girl bumped into me, and upon looking who she had bumped into, cowered in fear. “Oh I'm so sorry” she stammered, looking up at me. Most people had stopped to look, watching how this would play out . Loki and his children were feared on the Isle. “Oh it's okay, It's my fault, I should have been looking as to where I was walking” I apologised, looking down at the terrified girl. Jasmine stared at her, so did Lucy and Vince. I looked up, around at the whole market staring at her, “I mean... GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU PUNY CHILD!”. The child burst into tears and ran off. I felt guilty, I mean