A Short Story : A Story?

She slowed her pace and watched as the larger man pushed the blade into the other man who dropped to the ground. She stopped running and became transfixed with the unfolding drama in front of her.

As they waded out of the pool Jayna got an idea, she picked up her sword and handed it to Josie, hilt first. Jayna concentrated and thought, Angelica, Angelica, Angelica, please help my friend with the sword.

He slowly got on his knees as tears started to flow from his eyes. She was visibly disgusted at the sight of his crying, sending a powerful kick towards his stomach, causing him to cough up spit. He coughed violently as he held onto his stomach. She looked down at him shaking her head as she pulled him up by his head.

His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...

“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.

She strode across the room brandishing the tire iron as a weapon going into battle. A few hefty tugs later the boards gave

He tried to stand but was caught. Glancing down, he noticed his belt was tangled up with hers.

to twitch up and down, and, as they came into the edge of the grass, he made a coughing grunt and charged.

She fell onto the ground; her heel had broken from all of the fighting. She fought a few seconds to regain her composure and ran out the salon door.

Añastasia felt the cold metal of the blade press against her throat. The flat side of the knife pushed against her neck firmly, enough to make it difficult to breath. "I don't think you understand the importance of this situation. Maybe I shouldn't have been so nice, but I'm not giving you a choice here, messenger." He spun her around so he was behind her with the blade still pressed against her throat, just under her jaw. He tucked the

gripped and lifted her up off the ground. As he picks her up she starts choking

“There was a rush of nurses and doctors just before you got here,” she finally said. “He might be dead already.” Now she broke down and wept into a flowery handkerchief.

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.

The movement had caught her, embarrassingly enough, off guard -- which was why the breath was knocked out of her lungs and her head smacked the stone ground with an audible noise. But whether the kick landed or not, she didn’t know, because she was too intent on the next move. On executing her next

“You're sure you're okay going to stay at your cousins for the summer?” My mom asks.