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.

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

Alice wanted to celebrate her birthday, it might not mean a lot to other girls, but to Alice it did. It was also the night that her little sister, Emma’s, ballet dance. As always, her father disapproved but Alice convinced her mother, that all she wanted on her birthday was to see her little sister twirling and dominating all the other little ballerinas. For the first time Alice was able to get what she wanted. For two hours, she enjoyed her birthday. The Bells were outside for too long and immediately needed to be home, where they can be safe. All huddled up in the car, her dad tells his wife, to not drive by the cemetery but Alice implies it was the shortest drive if they wanted to go home. With a muffle, her dad agrees. As they approach the cemetery, her dad is on the look out for anything that might cause harm. Alone on the road with no other

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.

Her mind grew fuzzy when she stared into her father's eyes, “Barry.” Was the only thing she could bring herself to muster out when she heard that Cisco had succeeded in bring him back home, back to Central City with her, where he belonged. The Iris West he had fallen in love with, was she still that same person? She tired to do what he told her too. She tried to keep running, never stopping to look back and in the process she lost a part of herself. She put up walls, never allowing the others see her mourn for the man she had lost to the speed force, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was changeling trying to convince everyone around her she wa fin when she wasn’t really fine. She feared at any given moment she would lose what little composer she had, crumbling to the floor in a pool of tears and heartache. She might not have been the Iris that he had fallen in love with all those years ago, but hopefully with help from him she could pick up the broken pieces of herself, putting them back together the best she could. So she could somewhat resemble the woman he once knew.

Jealousy crept through my body when my parents told me that they were going to dinner in the Willis Tower. Who wouldn’t want to eat on an upper floor of the formerly world’s tallest building? My brother and I waved them goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway. I walked upstairs to my room and opened YouTube on my computer. Nothing seemed amiss.

"Wait. You knew him? Personally?" Liz fights the urge to smile as the radio buzzes to life in the background, the sound of a smooth voice echoing through the silent room. All eyes are on her-- but she hardly notices, or cares. She remembers the moments, those unforgiving moments that began in Washington D.C, and lead to near human extinction.

When Mrs. Chipley and Sally climbed the stone steps to Aunt Sarah’s porch, the great winds slapped them across their faces in frustration that they had escaped the rain. The sky was dark with night and storm clouds. Mrs. Chipley rapped the oak door. Soon the door was ajar, and it emitted a low voice.

“Well, why you sitting up there disguising your voice? I thought somebody had got that phone. Stop playing so damn much, Mini.”

He closed his mouth, kept his head to the ground and June concentrated on the tiny cracks in his lips. He never bothered with chapstick or vaseline.

Destiny turned to Niaomi with a face full of hatred and walked away. At that moment I knew I messed up. In Trig, she ignored me and sat as far away from me as possible. I didn’t know what to do so I just stayed away. When Friday came, I could finally cheer with the team. Even though I was supposed to be happy, I couldn’t get Destiny out of my head. After the game Niaomi asked if I wanted to go to some college party her boyfriend invited us to, but I decided to just go home. After finally getting home I sat in the car for at least an hour before actually attempting to make my way into the house. As I walked in I seen my mom lying on our kitchen table with a half empty bottle of something I knew she shouldn’t have.

When Hal knew he was dying, he took care of every detail in his meticulous way. He sold his car, cancelled his magazine subscriptions, gave his coin collection to his favourite charity, made sure his life-insurance policy was paid up, and picked out the suit in which to be buried. “I want to make everything as easy as possible for you,” he told me.

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 his feet, his tail wagging.

Wind brushed her hair softly as the smell of the sea gave a nice aroma in the air. The girl looked down angrily as her mom placed her bags in the soft sand. “Mom, you cannot seriously let me stay a month at the unknowns of the sea with these people! I don’t even know them!”, the girl cried, her voice a bit shaky from anger she kept inside. The mother shot a glance at her daughter after waving to the nice people who offered to take her daughter on a free trip to the beach, “You know Cassie”. The girl with red grape like hair looked back over at the other girl and her family, they were about four years apart in age difference and had hardly ever talked since bumping into each other at a school trip. “Mom, I don’t know her. I know her name but that’s it! C’mon let me go back home with you and dad!”, the troubled teenager pleaded as she reluctantly followed her mother towards the others.

It’s an average summer day, the wind is blowing, but it’s still humid. I am helping my dad get the dishes done so I can go outside and play on my swingset. As my dad opens the windows and turns off the air conditioner, the warm breeze fills the room and the smell is enticing. My mom’s flower garden is full of flowers, and I can smell them all throughout the house. Roses, daylilies, sunflowers, and peonies mix with the smell of baby powder and baby food. I was trying my hardest to ignore the smells that remind me that Paige is still just a baby. As a five year old child, a three year old sister is not exactly what I wanted. She began to scream and I want it to stop.