A Short Story : A Story?

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

*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.

Her legs gave way into the hands of a monster. Roberts’s apologies were tossed to the side, only the tears and fist of sorrow were received. The midnight silence died and the screams rose. Elisabeth stormed out of the house onto to the streets wondering how to make right of her mistakes. Her legs gave way after running street after street, shadows danced to the wind. Her run came to a paced walk. The winter fog was dense and cold to the touch. Buildings caved across the street leaning over the vast street. Around the corner shadows moved blocking the light that was warm to the touch, she moved closer holding the memories that she cherished. Large men turned to face her presence, bottles of booze slipped from his hand; smoke mixed with the fog, bodies of children sagged behind him. A sense of danger filled her; she turned and ran for the second time this night. Heavy footsteps boomed to her, deep voices forced the fear in her to

As Jenna stood there drenched in the oniony stench of the cafeteria's chili, all she could think about was how she was going to get revenge on Taylor Everly.

Leaving the motel on Highway 74 around 3:00 o’clock, Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling, her thought lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. Pulling into the garage, Marlene parked her Mercedes, brushed her hair put on fresh lipstick, before going into the house, relieved she was home when her husband and father-in-law arrived. Wanting to surprise them, she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, sat down at the counter and glanced through the mail.

Todd and Aaron arrived at the hospital around the same time. They were sprinting past the cameras and media outlets who were bombarding them with questions. They didn’t care about any of their questions. All they cared about was their father who had been shot during a morning workout at the bus barn. When they reached the front desk, the nurse directed them to the private room they had for Ed in the back of the west hospital wing. When they finally reached the room Aaron pushed open the door that felt as if it weighed one hundred pounds. They entered the room and saw their mother sleeping in a chair near the corner of the room with bags under her eyes. Aaron and Todd peered inside and saw the end of a hospital bed. The rest of it was hidden behind a curtain.

It was 11:45 PM and I wasn’t not home. I was at my grandparents’ house waiting for a call from my mom or dad. My little brother was with me the whole time. It’s late at night and everyone’s sound asleep except for me. I couldn’t sleep, at least not until I received a call from my dad. Every five minutes I would text him; “ Anything new?”, and the answer; “ Not yet, no, or nothing.”

“Fuck,” Neil hissed as a sharp pain shot through his hands, his phone dropping to the concrete with a clang. Neil looked down at his hands, wrapped in thick, white gauze, and tried not to think of the dull throb in his fingers. He ached for a cigarette and wondered if Andrew would swat at him if he tried to grab the carton between them.

The carrier shakes as the flames lick its belly. My fingers grasp the lip of the door as the heat of the fire flushes my skin. My hands are the only things keeping me up and they’re quickly failing. The world is a blur of panic and exploding carriers.

Her feet crunched on twigs and dried leaves. It was almost autumn. The winds were getting colder. She could tell by the harsh cold grazing her cheeks. Pristine wove in and out of Silva’s legs, curling her tail around her ankles. Silva brought along Pristine for protection incase whatever was out there in the world would harm her. She felt the need to be a little more precautious. She was after all venturing into the world, without any idea what was going to happen. Now that she thought about it, doubt clouded her mind. Should I have done this? Should I have left grandmother all alone? She must be worrying. Now, I am worrying. Would grandmother be alright by herself? She will be fine,, and you will be too. Now get a move on and hurry, the sun has almost risen. Silva sped up her pace, and tripped over a tree root. She let out a squeal, her arms spreading out to catch her when she fell, but before she could, a hand grabbed her arm pulling her up.

Izzy’s backpack laid low on her back with her head down, as she walked off the plane. If Izzy slouched any more, her face would be on the floor. Her feet scraped along the floor as she made her way to the baggage claim. Her eyes began to close as she watched the bags go around. Suddenly Izzy heard someone calling her name,

I woke up expecting to find the smell of cakey pancakes, maple syrup, and crispy greasy pepper seasoned bacon. But instead, I awoke to my girlfriend Jade tugging on my arm telling me “Get up get up, we're gonna die if you don't!” The Nukes dropped in California first, and then Boston leaving the rest of America in fear and wanting to evacuate as soon as they could. Jade and I ran for our lives to our neighbor's house where they had a bunker that they said they'd let us use in case of an emergency. They were in the Bahamas on their honeymoon, but luckily they were nice people.

"   Doctor Millred glanced at the grandfather clock across from Lady Carol's door. He checked his pocket watch. "Oh, my look at the time Sigmund do you think they will be delayed any farther ?"

On a casual day, on the first week of October, a twelve year old, going by the name of Joshua Stephenson, was getting kicked out of his home. Again. His 6th foster parent couple, angry and disappointed, discarded him after what happened at school.

I settled back into my seat, sighed a melodramatic sigh, and gazed through the window onto the race of trees and forest. The car trundled along the road in a nonchalant manner, gentling weaving the ins and outs of the crooked street. My parents would leave me soon, I could feel it, they always smiled a little bit more when we made trips like these, I would be hauled into the car, gripping what little luggage I could throw together, and sent to a relatives for the night. There, I would be ushered into an assuredly uncomfortable and terrifying room, and left in the dark with the instruction to rest. I was six now, and perhaps I would finally be permitted to stay out a little longer.