A Short Story : A Story?

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

“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.

Lying on the ground in an unfamiliar place was all she knew besides the pain. Her body spasmed, rising from the ground, then crashing back down to cracked dry earth beneath the leaves and branches of an overgrown jungle; her head struck the tangled root of a bloodroot tree, a fresh wound opened at the base of her head and fed the surrounding forest that was hungry for blood. For food. For life.

Though she is weak, she struggles. I whisper soothing words to her as I carry her through the woods; if only she could understand that no harm will come to her by my hand. When she goes still, my heart twists in my chest. She has not left this world, I realize, but is staring at me with an intensity that makes the heat of fire seem dull. This is the first day that I have ever held a life in my arms, and it shakes me. Her soul is laid bare before my eyes, and I wish to shelter it from the snowfall. She does not see this, and though my words may be futile, they carry weight.

Her breath shown in the cold moist air of the lake side. She quickened her pace, dashing from one underbrush to the next, twigs and branches scratching at her face as if begging for her to take them away with her from this wretched land, her breathing became increasingly vigorous. Her limbs grew heavy as more and more mud started to cling to her boots as if also wanting to go with her and the distance she had to cover seemed to become more and more. She started to think she couldn’t go on anymore, except for one reason and one reason only. The warm infant wrapped in blankets and cloth started to become heavier and heavier in her arms as she felt her body starting to fail her. But she couldn’t stop she had to get her baby to safety. As the sound of dogs barking and the hooves of horses and the screams of soldiers yelling,” She went this way!” “No this way!” The ever growing thought of are they going to find me, did I do all this just to get

It was later in the day, near time for all to pack up and go home, when shouts rang through the mill. A blur of green, a cloud of red barreling through the mill. "Stop!" The men shouted, trying to catch the panicked, running girl. Her face was ashen, mottled with red and wet with sweat and tears. Eyes hardly seeing. A splash of wet red across her green dress. "She's hurt, catch her!" Hands reached out but the shrill scream when they near caught her made the men

The door shut behind him and Georgaina walked down the steep, grassy hill. She was near the bottom when a pain, familiar to her, ripped through her abdomen like a dull, serrated knife. She collapsed, gasping for breath and clutching her stomach. Slowly, after what felt to her like hours, the pain went from a sharp knife to a dull ache. Tears had filled her eyes and she blinked them back as she stood cautiously, not trusting her own legs. She took a deep breath, and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, determined to get to the forest that lay around the hill. Her head pounded, but she figured she would worry about it

Aliea grins while picking up the stick. She always had a strange pull to gore, she knew she would enjoy this. She speeds toward the adult, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, caught in her nose, mouth and eyes. The adult keeps snarling and charging at her, grunting and wheezing with every step his fat, greasy body makes. Dead plants and sticks rake Aliea’s legs, she sucks in air, trying to ignore the pain in her side. She presses her free hand to her side and keeps on charging, faster, faster, faster is all she can think about. She grips the stick tighter in her hand, the bumps and cracks imprinting in her palm. Aliea starts to slow down, her side throbbing with pain and her legs stinging from the cold of the night, scrapes, bruises and cuts. She grits her teeth,

The moment it dinged, she collected both of the pieces and shoved them into her mouth as fast as she could possibly manage. She snatched her bag and ran out of the house, yelling a goodbye to her parents. She sprinted as far as her legs could carry her until finally, she slowed down to rest. Breathing heavily, she was reminded of when she’d woke that morning. That dream… That boy… I’ve never seen him before. Or that place, even. She was pondering the matter when suddenly, she was seized from behind. Yelping with surprised she turned her head to look at her attacker. Familiar blue eyes met hers and she immediately

I began to sprint the the fireplace where my jar sat, when I tripped over my own feet. Then, thud went my head against the bricks. I fell down and glanced at my aunt with my bloody forehead. I wasn’t crying so she was very scared and confused about the situation.

Everything seemed completely silent as Hestria hastefully made her way across the forest floor. It was mid-winter, the days were short, cold, and desolate. Beads of sweat dripped down Hestria’s face as exhaustion ebbed away at her, eventually she found herself coming to a complete stop. Deciding that there was nothing better to do, Heastria lowered herself onto a log, it wasn’t comfortable, but it was better than trying to rest on the wet ground. She had almost completely given in to her tiredness, when a scream shattered the silence.

And yet Lara ran toward the shrieks, unable to steer her bare feet a different direction. The screams escalated, piercing the early twilight that had been so calm and gentle. Lara ran faster, slapping branches out of her way, jumping over twisted tree roots, and fording through tangles of undergrowth. A tree limb slapped her in the mouth. She tasted blood, but she did not slow.

“Bye, Mum!” I shouted, running out of the house so quickly that I had to pull on the rain gutter to round the corner of my house.

The smell of antiseptic filled my nostril as I gripped my coffee tightly. Swinging my bag over my shoulders, I watched as the other nurses and doctors walked into rooms checking on patients. The sound of familiar beeping rang through the air, as I strolled past the front desk into the hospital break room. I opened the doors and heard the voice of my coworker.

I wake up startled and disorientated; a single tear drop falls from my face. The shouts from my mother are now a distant memory. I get up off my make shift bed, which consists of some hay and hessian sacks, I look around my room which is bland and mildew filled and start to get ready for the day. I walk on my tip toes trying to be quiet, as to not wake up the others. I arrive in the kitchen and open the cabinets; I am met with a blank space; every single can has disappeared within a night.