A Short Story : A Story?

She happened to notice that there were only three coyotes left. After the police cleared her to leave, she went to Meagan’s house for lunch. Once she got there, she told Meagan about what happened. Reassuring her, Meagan told Cecilia it was probably teens screwing about in the night. She told her that she should go home to take a nap, and Cecilia agreed to do so. On the drive over, a unsightly phenomenon causes Cecilia’s heart skips several beats when a gnarled figure sped at an inhuman speed across the road, directly in front of her car, followed by a large bump. Her whole body tremulous, she unbuckles her seatbelt and opens her car door, being ever so cautious to not make a false move. When she investigated, there was nothing but her tire tracks on the curb that she seemed to have ran over. Safely, she returned home to sleep and calm down, she is put in an unfortunate situation. She had set her alarm to wake up at three, but she awoke at nine thirty. Unhappy and slightly mad that she would not be able to spend the rest of her Saturday as she would have liked, she turned on the light and started towards the living room. At roughly about the halfway mark to

The man was shocked when he saw her chest slightly go up and down. She wasn’t dead like he thought. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay. I promise.” mumbled the man. She cracked open her eyes to see him staring down at her, with a slight smile. When all of the sudden Diana walked by and saw the slip of the dancers eye. She walked right up to the worker dragging her stretcher out of the studio.

Eventually, she passed a seemingly familiar room and ventured into its depths. There, she recognized her lavish bed calling to her. Without a second thought, she flung herself onto it and gracefully landed in a dramatic heap. Rolling to her back, she began to trace the patterns engraved on the bedpost with her eyes.

She pulls her scarlet coat closer wintry wind pushes by. Her delicate features scrunch up in discomfort as the bitter air pricks skin. Maria squints her radiant, jade eyes at the multitudinous papers posted on the wall and sees the multiple reports of missing people. As she warily strolls further down, she notices a large chalkboard covered with an innumerable amount of names. There is space beside the name Alma, and Maria furrows her eyebrows in confusion while searching for a writing tool. Her fingers desperately dig into the snow and uncover a small piece of white chalk. She scribbles her name down, and as she turns around her eyes find a doll that looks identical to her resting within the shop. Her emerald-colored eyes widen like saucers as she inspects the doll. The urge to go to the doll burns bright inside her, as if she is a moth to the flame. She looks at the oddly shaped door, her stomach churning in suspicion. The door is jammed and she gives it one final push with her shoulder, turning around in disappointment. The door opens to reveal her look alike, within her reach! Maria darts towards the doll, but not before nearly tripping over a moving object. Her breathing grows ragged as the doll heads over to the door, its entryway shutting. Her eyes slowly move back to the center table, where the doll no longer stands. Maria's green orbs finally rest on the doll. While debating whether

Looking at the floor she sees it start to rip apart right down the middle. "Hurry up!!" she yells to her parents fear lacing her voice. "We're ready to go" Roxanne yells back as she jogs over to her daughter. Just as her dad reached them, they were knocked to the ground as the right half of the house disappeared. Roxanne began sliding toward the gaping chasm that had swallowed half of the house. Artemis and her dad grabs her mom just as she slides over the edge. Pulling her up onto the narrow strip of flooring, Soren checks to make sure he didn't lose any ammunition as his wife catches her breath. "Come on. We can climb out my window into the oak tree if we hurry" Artemis quickly says to her parents while trying to catch her breath. " Alright, let's go then" her dad responds back. Grabbing a hold of the door frame, Artemis pulls herself into her room and reaches back around to help her parents. Closing the door behind them she picks up the rest of her survival gear that had slid into a far corner. Noticing something moving under her bed, she walks over and bends down to look at it. She finds that it's her cat, Lucifer and her mom's little chihuahua, Juanna. Picking them both, up she hands her mom the dog while stroking her cats' back. Meanwhile Soren had walked over to the bay window and was busting out the glass. Taking a piece of rope off the closet door, he hooked it into the

Cassie cried herself to sleep each night. Everything was a blur. Helpless dread filled her soul. She was grateful Eli had come home. At least he was for now. The following week there was a blinking light on the answering machine when Cassie came home. She pressed play as she kicked off her shoes from another long day.

She sat in the chair, taking her hands through her hair, stressed about her new book coming but has had no desire to continue. She looks at the last chapter written days ago thinking of ways to continue the story. She starts writing but continually marks out and starts again. She groans in frustration, laying her head down on the cool glass table. While being in her own world, she hears a quiet tapping coming from her door, assuming it’s the maid she politely tells them that she’s good. The tapping continues and she gets up heading towards the door; opening the door she sees no one, looking leaving the room and waking down the hallway looking around seeing nothing. As she heads back into the room, she sees the papers for her new book all spread out on the table. Knowing someone wasn’t in her room at the time, she makes herself think it’s the nearby draft from the window beside

As sick as it was Gabby needed a drink, and she hated herself for it. Pulling her knees up Gabby rested her head against them and wrapped her hands around her ears as if to block out the world. It felt as if she were being sucked down the rabbit hole, her world spiraling out of control. And the only anchor she had was dying next to her, and she was the one that killed him. "fuck." she sobbed softly tried to block out all the other people arriving. She wanted to crawl into her own skin and disappear, but she couldn't do that. At least not until she knew Hunter would be

So... She sat there, fallen in a heap against the side of a counter, her head resting against a long-dead radiator. She picked at a meat she'd never even really liked because somehow this was what she was destined to do. She would sleep, maybe. Sleep and then hope that maybe the saviors had given up on her and that her brother wasn't too far away. The place was secure enough, at least the back room. The stairs probably lead to a little apartment unit, or at least somewhere she could get through a window to hop on to the low angled roof at the front of the store if the dead ones managed to break in.

She devises a plan to rip down the wallpaper and free the trapped woman the last night her and her husband stay in the house. At last, it is time for the woman to save the girl in the wallpaper. When her husband leaves for work, and the night begins to fall, the woman locks herself in her bedroom and begins to pull the paperback. She writes that by morning she and the woman have pulled off yards of the wallpaper and that she will remove more as the day continues. The woman continues to rip at the paper, anticipating her husband’s reaction to what she has done.

Lilly glanced down the row of cars all parked up under the trees. A chill moved through her. She brought her knees up to her chest, pressed her thighs against her rib cage and let her head sink down. She needed to find a place to stay. She needed somewhere to sleep and she needed to be able to get ready tomorrow to make sure Bobby saw her looking hot again. Because he would kick himself once he saw her all made-up in a nice dress and nice shoes. He’d feel pretty dumb for avoiding her this last year over a stupid pair of flip-flops. But how was she going to be that girl who turned his head if she spent tonight sleeping rough? Lilly closed her eyes and tried not to let it upset her. Puffed up eyes was the last thing she

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

Leaving the station, I was exhausted after spending overtime getting caught up in a major robbery case and writing reports for the day. Looking at my watch, quarter to nine I thought, surprised at how late it was. Knowing that she’d still be waiting, I drove home as quick as I could. Entering through the door, I was greeted by Mary, like always, but this time she looked very worried about my whereabouts.

the night to cover her tracks and for her not to be found out, “my

A sneeze grasped her attention turning to find Harley looking back at her a gentle sea roaring in her gentle eyes looking back at her a small feeling of guilt washed over her. Slowly rising up her eyes never leaving Harley’s a small sense of peace came rushing up as she sat on the window seal a gentle smile came over her as Harley smiled looking down at her, her fingers tracing the small lines of her lovers mask. Batgirl’s slender hands reached behind her head delicately pulling the mask from her scalp the lengthy red hair flopping to cover her face a small giggle came from behind the thin vale. the thin small fingers parting the red locks to the side her soft eyes opened the gentle shine reflected the soft smile Harley gave her, her lips gently placed down intertwining with