A Short Story : A Story?

"What do we do?" I asked and then remembered what the old man said earlier, "There's nothing here for your friend. I gulped and said to Joseph, "You know Pan's secret. There's no life for you here now. Maybe we could fit you in the boat, and I could somehow ration out the pixie dust and we could go to London together, and start ov-"

"No!" Screeched Traviata as she sat up straight sweat beading down her face and panting heavily.

My eyes slightly open to the bright light in front of me. What happened last night? i look up slowly opening my squinted eyes. thats not my ceiling... i look over and see a dark skined back. Oh right..

“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.

When Pierce told the girl to run, he never expected her to outpace him. Instead of him being in the front like the typical movie hero, dragging the fragile female lead behind, his companion was pulling him to run faster.

“We will be back at twelve. Don’t let any strangers in and let the dog out when you can,” said my mother. “Okay. I will, bye. love you.” I said quickly pushing them out the door. “Julia will be home around eleven to get her bag for Raelynn's house,”my mother said as she grabbed her purse. “yes I know. Bye!” I said once more.

The winter air of New York stung her face as she stepped off the train platform. After what felt like hours on the train from Pennsylvania, she welcomed the fresh air. She had a lovely time visiting her relatives; however, she was glad to be back home in the city. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but it would still be some time before she could make it home to rest. She decided to wait until the crowd of passengers hailing taxis thinned out to claim her own.

Flashback:.Michelle sat down on a bench, next to a woman. She was very skinny with pale skin and her face was covered with the shadow of the cape on her head .The woman pointed her large, skinny fingers towards Michelle .She muttered some words under her breath.Without a warning, the woman disappeared and left no trace of her existence there.Michelle had knots in her stomach and felt like her head was spinning. She could not understand what happened and why the woman was pointing at her.

Ethan wasn’t certain what woke him a few hours later. Perhaps it was the silence of the house, or the faint creaking from the steps. Sitting up, he grabbed the knife from the stand as he got out of bed. His heart was racing in his chest as he leaned against the closed door, waiting to hear the werewolf’s harsh breath. No huffing breath filled his ears as he reached up and opened the door. Peering out into the hallway, he saw the light at the end on.

Shaking, I stand up, trying to steady my body and my mind. I make my way across the lot back onto the street. I start towards my house once again.

Yuri stood outside the shop, watching his prey with an evil grin. He had waited long enough.

My eyes widen in astonishment to hear we're the ones making her feel nervous, I'm practically quaking in my shoes. With faltering steps, Alice lead us towards the empty sofa, where we sit close together. Though the fire radiates enough heat to fill the room, I feel the chill around us emitting from the ice queen. A set of icy hands holds me to my seat, yet my spontaneous eyes gaze at the curious couple entertaining us this evening.

He was right there in front of me, kneeling with arms out-stretched, waiting for me to jump in them. His face was indistinguishable because of the shadow his cover cast upon it, but a smile was clearly on his face; and I knew, my eyes shining with emotion, were reflected somewhere under that cover. I ran to him as fast as my legs could carry me, but before I could reach him, the world around me transformed and I was alone once more. I was outside, in front of my climbing tree, around its trunk was the ribbon. I hated this ribbon and wished with all my might that I could tear it down. It was the yellow service ribbon- a, "ribbon of waiting" my mother used to call it. It was nothing but a reminder, a signal to everyone around us. All it did was mock me with its presence, mocked me with the cruel reminder that the man I was running after would always be just out of my grasp, unattainable to me.

“There’s been an accident,” Noah Baker heard his eldest brother Keith breath into the phone. His breathe suddenly stops. Noah’s heart started pounding in his chest looking for an escape. Beads of sweat start to form on his face. He don’t know if it was because he ran out of school the second the last bell rung or because he was scared. “Noah, can you hear me?” Keith asked. Noah ignored the callings of bye from his friends. Using his left hand to cover his left ear, Noah’s other hand press his phone to his ear.

As I take a breath, the warm May air filled my lungs. The golden wheat fields surrounding my wooden farmhouse glistened as the Oklahoma sun hit it. I watch as Mama brings some bread to Papa, her own mother, and I. The umbrellas covering the four of our heads were doing all we could ever ask for, to keep us relaxed and from thinking about all of the drama and rumors that can quickly spread around our little town, because there has been a problem with that lately. We all sat outside quietly and just watched the sky for any birds. At only 9 a.m., it was a bit cloudy and the sky seemed a little darker than usual but it still felt almost the same but not quite. I decided to break the awkward silence by saying something.