A Short Story : A Story?

Her only relationship is a negative one, full of mistrust and stress. John is told by his parents to be more like his older brother, and not encouraged to live life his own way. However, these friends make each other live life to the fullest when they are together. The trio visits the local department store together, and has a blast.

Earlier in the book, we are told that Thomas had lost his memories. In order to try and regain them, he allowed himself to be stung by grievers. I feel like many people can relate to Thomas. I am pretty sure that at some point we have all be in Thomas’ shoes. We all know the feeling of desperation and when that feeling occurs, we will do almost anything to get what we desire.

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.

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.

Todd and Aaron arrived at the hospital around the same time. They were sprinting past the cameras and media outlets who were bombarding them with questions. They didn’t care about any of their questions. All they cared about was their father who had been shot during a morning workout at the bus barn. When they reached the front desk, the nurse directed them to the private room they had for Ed in the back of the west hospital wing. When they finally reached the room Aaron pushed open the door that felt as if it weighed one hundred pounds. They entered the room and saw their mother sleeping in a chair near the corner of the room with bags under her eyes. Aaron and Todd peered inside and saw the end of a hospital bed. The rest of it was hidden behind a curtain.

Emma stood there quietly and just stared forward at the man. Just like him, she had never seen another soul here before. She had spent the last two years in sheer solitude, yet here he was. It was like a miracle, but the woman was far from believing in miracles anymore. If miracles existed, she would be either dead or awake by now. Instead, she was here. He was here. They were both here, and somehow they were here together. Why now? Why after all this time was she now being blessed with the company of another man?

Athena was terrified. It was almost as if the wind was screaming at her as she was walking into the Forest. She was only going to take a few steps into the Forest. At least that’s whatshe thought. Athena could feel her heart beating in her chest so fast that she thought for a moment it was going to fly out. Slowly, she turned around, prepared to go back to her best friend. As soon as Athena turned around, the only thing she saw was shadowy trees, surrounding her, almost as if they were going to kill her.

I’ve trained with father until I was 20. I’ve matured over the years and stopped caring. Father put his hand on my shoulder and nodded. I was dressed as if I was made out of money. I grabbed my katana and flintlock pistol then put my katana on the sheath thats on my back and put my pistol in its sheath thas on my belt. I stared at the knife that mother gave me before I left and put it in my pocket carefully. I had enough gold for the travel. This boon will serve me well. Father looked at me and grinned. I never saw father smile before but ever since I was in training he did. I never cared, I just looked away and sighed. “ You made me proud, son.. “Now. Lets go to D.C” That was the first time i’ve ever heard those words come out of someones mouth except mothers. I didn’t care. We went to “ Meredith and Jonathan Guidry's carriage and trading post”.. Same place I used to work at before.. Traveling was 20 miles to go over there and it took 12 hours on foot. Jonathan ran to me in surprisement and Meredith hugs me with joy while I keep a straight face. “ What happened to you??? It’s been 4 years!” Jonathan said worriedly, “and who’s this?” He looked at father. I kept silent. Father spoken for me,” Sorry that I we’d come in such horrid circumstances but I shall introduce myself.. I am Valaris Smith.. Father of Thomas Smith…. And husband of-” A little girl, that's possibly 4, ran by giggling with two other boys chasing after her, both being the same age. She and the boys ran to

Joan leaned down, pressing one hand to Alis’s upper chest and her ear close to Alis’s mouth. She heard strong breath sounds and no crackling. “She’s breathing well.”

Madeline stared out of the window of the jet as Egypt disappeared beneath the clouds. It had definitely been a trip to remember, that was for sure. She almost didn’t want to go home. If they stayed in Egypt, she could pretend a little while longer that she and Gabe could have a life together.

Kate whipped her head around to see who the owner of that voice was. She felt relief and joy when she saw it was Mr. Jacks who followed her. Maybe he will escape with her. Mr. Jacks stood less than 10 feet away and his dog sat by his feet, his tail wagging.

After what seemed like a gunshot, it started with a loud bang and a brilliant flash of yellow light. A powerful shockwave had smashed its way into the hotel, decimating it, and leaving no survivors. The people in the hotel were instantly reduced to their most basic forms, blown away as microscopic carbon molecules.

For Jeongguk, the crash came before even exchanging words. The lithe frame and raging hair as red as poppies leaving his buzzed senses clipped. Burned to the very bottom of the wick while dazedly staring. Bubbly giggles and too much cotton candy leaving the tongue sugary sweet and pillowy plush catches his attention.

In an alleyway riddled with trash laid a man barely conscious of the world. Beneath his back, seeping all around him was his life. Reaching his bloody fingers up to trace the edges of a nonexistent face. " Serenity," he rasped. "Serenity," he rasped again.

It was 9:00 PM, and I was by myself. The house was dark and looming, as I stayed in my room reading. An eerie creaking sound of the house settling filled the air, but was settling the explanation? I crept slowly into the hall, step by step, and made my way downstairs. When I got to the stairs I heard a crash from below. I thought, “Is there an intruder in my house?”