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.

It was early in the morning: Ruby left the tent, bleary eyed, and made his way through the field. Unbound by the decaying fence, the cows had strayed to the far end of the clearing. Ruby hopped the fence and began towards them; knowing the ritual, they stayed put.

*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 eyes snapped open as she heard her husband’s curt murmur. With talk of money, she heaved her body closer to the windowsill hoping to catch more.

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.

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.

All of James' life he thought that he was just a simple man and that he would die, perfectly ordinary, in his small village. For 18 years he had lived life as it came to him, growing up in Thornwood. His life was peaceful and dull. Every day since he was young he gathered edibles and alchemy ingredients from the forest, to be sold at a small price. It was an easy job that he was good enough at, but for a long time, he had held a secret dream, to leave this place. If only he had more money, more power, he could do whatever he wanted.

Everything hurt. Nothing about her body didn’t feel pain and burning as she tried to figure out her surroundings. Her mind scattered and couldn’t seem to place damn anything. But, it seemed to race faster than before, just intensifying the already searing headache thrust upon her.

At that moment, I lost it. Tears streamed down my eyes, and instantly I hugged her and started sobbing. Knowing that a single comment of mine made a difference touched me so profoundly. I felt like I was hugging myself, old Sarah. I understood how she felt. I too wanted someone to invite me, to feel validated. She was probably confused why I was crying, but so was I, maybe I was also crying because I was letting out all the earlier emotions, colors, drain away.

“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her.

My heels are clicking against the cement in rhythmic pattern, and the rain falling in its own. It is gray, cold and wet. roughly 15 degrees today. I hear the shuffling of police men and detectives, mumbling to themselves and . I catch the attention of a curly haired woman

I was on the edge of my seat in that movie too bad it ended with a cliffhanger. Cody was right next to me and he had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I woke him up and we had left the theater he yanked my arm back and said “Kate, I left my phone in that theater can you go get while I run to the bathroom?”

He stood in scrappy clothing, battered and dirty, holding a large wad of crisp green paper in his dirt stained hand. He stared at the money in his hand, then slowly raised his gaze to the garbage filled alley before him; deserted except for one other man. He was impossibly tall; dressed in a crisp three piece suit with polished black leather shoes. The sound of his shoes clicking on the garbage stained pavement was steady like the sound of the rain. There was no doubt about it- it was the man from earlier that day. Ezra stood frozen with indecision. Should he keep the money? Should he return it? He knew he had to make a choice. Turning, he fled down the street into the empty night sky.

“I’m not sure but it’s a big, swirling, gas like oval. It looks kind of like a small black hole, only blue instead of black. Wait a minute, is that the portal thing you've been working so hard on, I cant’t believe you finished it honey. Are you surprising us by coming through it?”