A Short Story : A Story?

“Well, now, let me think about it for a minute, I want to be reasonable. With all the money you make at the drug store, you can afford $800 a month to start. Remember, I know how much you go,” Nancy said and snickered.

The cold January night was leaden with fog and street lights seemed to stream like golden rays. A woman sat slumped in her bed, her belly drooped from each side of the bed as the television’s flickering white light glowed against her face and against the walls. There was no light bulb hanging from the ceiling just a wire. Magazines, dirty plates and burn marks scattered themselves densely across the carpet. Upon the walls was a dark brown-gray glue, smelling of smoke. She had been accustom to this manor of living for years now.

I did it, I finally killed him. Sarah thought to herself, with a feeling of adrenaline rushing through her body.

The dirt men marched into the valley of death, they had just retreated from a bloody battle in enemy territory. Their enemy, the forest men. They stopped in a small cave as the sun sunk below the horizon.

She scowled at the news, but then disrobed to only her Guard uniform. The medals on her chest shined like sky dots. “Don’t make me regret picking you for this.”

Ronnie kept receiving notes for about a week in her locker, each note got worse and worse. He began to write about how he would not only harm her, but everyone she loved. She began having nightmares and sometimes couldn’t even sleep.

Brianne rushed through the bright red  halls to meet up with her best friend Kristen. Kristen was the outgoing type of girl, the one who you could depend on in tough situations. In particular, last month  my parents got a divorce and she always stuck by my side. In other words she always made sure to cheer me up and make me laugh even if I felt like giving up. All of the sudden I felt a tug on my arm.

As I returned from my walk I hear voices, her voice seemed different; like she was relaxed and happy for once. I slammed the door open,”What are you doing,” I screamed. While grabbing the first thing I could find, two glass bottles, and stormed over to Van and whatever her name is.”You should learn that I always get my way. Be quiet and don’t fight me. You will be fine if you do what I tell you to do when I tell you.”I lifted up the first bottle and struck her first, but as it shattered over her head I heard a shriek of a high pitched noise right before she passed out. I stumbled back, stunned that such a horrid noise could come from such a small being. I just stared at her; she looked sad, but what did I care, this was fun. I picked up the other bottle and started to walk towards Van, he just looked at me and said,”Please no, please.” He was out within seconds of being hit.

The sky had been darkened by thick gray clouds. The brown wooden fences that bordered colorful houses all seemed as if their color had faded away. Small drops of water slipped gracefully off of the delicate leaves to the ground. The whole scene had a certain elegance to it, however mysterious the thin veil of fog made the familiar setting appear.

It was a cold darkening night when Fredrich began walking down the street of Warsaw, late at night when the city was as dead as a graveyard not a gunshot or cannon could’ve woken the dead, he was planning an escape on how to leave to America. He walked through North Avenue plotting every detail of his plan. Fredrich came across someone he did not recognize at all he thought to himself, “Who was this strange and dark figure,” because fredrich could not see his face, but only the shadow that dwelled there, had this menaced and restless feeling. The dark figure walked along the street. Fredrich decided to follow him regardless of the warnings inside him, but Fredrich’s curiosity got the best of him not knowing if this dark faceless man was dangerous. He followed the figure for about 30 minutes and it just disappeared into the night.

My legs won’t stop jittering in the passenger footwell of Jacob’s ute. I’m so nervous. I haven’t been back to the city since I left for Hope over three years ago. It has been easier to ignore the life I left behind when it was over a six hour drive away. But now here I am, sitting next to man too handsome and kind for his own good, heading straight back into that lion’s den. It’s not that I didn’t have a great life there. I did. However it’s a completely different life to what I want and what I live now. And I haven’t been away long enough to forget how bitchy and snobby my old friends can be. To be really honest, I’m not sure what I’m more nervous about, facing my past or my past meeting Jacob. Jacob squeezes my thigh, interrupting my thoughts, “Hey over there, you alright?” He asks.

Megan was walking home late last night. It was dark, cold, and scary. She was walking along the side of the road when a white van approached her and told to get in. Sadly, she did. They drove and drove for what seemed like forever. When they stopped, Megan saw nothing but open field. The driver made her get out and she walked a few miles up the way. Then, Megan felt herself abruptly pushed into a hole that seemed to come out of nowhere.

.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.

Today is audition day. It came so fast...and I didn’t think I was ready. I looked at my phone to see what time it was and the two words that popped up on my screen, shot chills up my spine. I was scared, shocked, and confused.

It was a dark and lonely night in the small country town. Not a sound could be heard for miles except for the sound of the creaking windmill in Big Papa’s farmyard.