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.

Leaving the station, I was exhausted after spending overtime getting caught up in a major robbery case and writing reports for the day. Looking at my watch, quarter to nine I thought, surprised at how late it was. Knowing that she’d still be waiting, I drove home as quick as I could. Entering through the door, I was greeted by Mary, like always, but this time she looked very worried about my whereabouts.

As soon as I opened my eyes, the bright light from my window streamed into my sight. My aunt stood there, breathing in the musty smell September, her petite figure enveloped by a sweater and a long dress. I was compelled to bury myself in the covers before noticing the time on my alarm clock; I was almost twenty minutes behind schedule. I yelled a short good morning before running into the rest room and preparing the day ahead of me. Pulling my hair into a pony tail, I grabbed my pancakes to go and headed out the door.

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

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.

“Mandy, you met her at the faculty awards. She’s planning a trek up Mount Elbrus next year.”

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.

The bright sunlight on the yellow flowers that covered the green grassy hills overlooking Sandusky Bay caused Thomas to yearn for the Carolinas and Allie even more than he thought possible. He had not heard from her since the letter dated 21 January that told of the birth of their child… He worried that something had happened to them- had Allie tried to go home to her mother. Had an errant cannonball struck their dwelling? All sorts of thoughts plagued Thomas’ mind as he stared through the barred window.

1780. Boom! It was miserable and painful. Blood from people’s body were everywhere and tears running down Iv’s face. She could feel herself becoming weaker and weaker. She struggled to move away the branches that were dugged into her skin and the arrow that was in her legs. “Mom! Dad!” they laid on the ground. She reached out to wake them, her mom felt cold and frail. She wasn’t breathing, both of them weren’t, Ivy started to weaken, she felt her arms and legs slowly getting weaker until suddenly, everything went black.

‘Oh, well, I don’t know...’ Then she reached inside the bag and popped a toffee in her mouth. After all, a sugary treat during wartime was a rare occurrence indeed.

In the afternoon of July 10th, 1950, I finally left. After a long battle against the enemy. I was the first.

The city was ablaze with activity. People walked to and fro, too absorbed in their own lives to pay Blake any attention. He certainly did not mind. He strolled down the streets steadily.

myself breakfast suddenly I hear a knock at the door and as I went to open it I see Liam standing there with a box “ merry christmas “ he said “ you shouldn’t have gotten me anything” I told him “just open the box” he said and there was a ring made of gold with little snowflakes around it, “ it’s beautiful but why would you get me this “ I ask him “ the ring is made from a special type of gold and the snowflakes represents the times we have been together” he tells me. “It’s lovely thank you but I have gotten anything for you” I tell him , “ it’s okay the best gift you could gave me is being mine” he replied. As the years went on I started to wonder what happened that night that I pass out as I start to remember i start to feel this weird but powerful energy and I let out this loud scream and as I look up into the sky little snowflakes start to fall down and the sky starts to get dark that’s where adam came in a hurry and tells me that he has to talk to me. “ what the hell adam it’s been two years since we seen each other and know you just want to talk if like nothing didn’t happened” I told him, “ I know but you don’t know why I stop talking to you” he said “ the only thing thing I remember is that liam told me that you didn’t want to be my friend and that hurt but you know what hurt the most that you told liam instead of talking to me” I replied , “ that’s not what happened Liam lied to you he told you those lies so that he could keep you to himself” he said “ what the

Pidge sighed and flopped down onto her bed. "Ugh... I'm so bored," she muttered. She lied there, staring at the ceiling blankly. She blinked, the ceiling light making her squint. No wonder her eyesight was so bad. She turned over and picked up her phone. As the screen lit up, she had an idea. She called Lance.

It was the smell of smoke that was the reason I awoke on that dreadful night.The smoke was not from that of a candle nor of a fire, but rather the heavy pungent smoke from a cigarette.The unmistakable scent sent shivers racing up my spine and memories seeping into my brain.In the 25 years, I have lived only one individual I had encountered smoked strawberry cigarettes.I sat silently and pleaded that I was still dreaming, that the scent was conjured up by my imagination.And when I finally did sit up in bed I let out a blood-curdling scream.Standing in the doorway of the room watching me intently was my father.