A Short Story : A Story?

Suddenly he felt the ground shake and a gust of wind come from the huge gaping doors of the maze along with the loud, rumbling sound of what sounded like a horn. He noticed that the opening to the maze was getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until it was closed. “What’s going on?” he asked.

Trying as best as she could she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. So she left the window, and went back upstairs. But just to make sure that no

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

He put his bag on the table, and opened it flat. From that time on, he seemed not to know that anyone else was near. Quickly he laid the shining strange tools on the table. The others watched as if they had lost the power to move. In a minute Jimmy was at work on the door.

He was now left alone in a familiar territory. All around the house, white sheets covered many artifacts that once entertained an audience. The house had a slight smoky odour, which tickled his nose. Although he tried to stay quiet, each step he took the floor creaked in response, probably due to the renovations the house was under.

A window being broken through, perhaps. The last straw came when the sound of crackling could be heard from outside. The golden grass, he thought. The house was being taken over!

Beads of rain slid down the window. I saw my father standing in the doorway, a grin on his face. Then he shut the door shortly after.

He listens more. Questioning the tapping at such a late hour, he finally goes to the door and opens it. Peering into the darkness, he closes the door as nothing appeared to be there. Wondering what else it could be, he walks over to his window. Not sure what else to think, the man believes that it must have been gust of wind from a storm.

The wheel stopped turning as Avi’s hand closed over something. The door creaked open, jerking and scraping along the floor heavily. Avi brought her hand around. She was holding a stapler in her fist. Not exactly what she’d been hoping for.

Obviously we went to our garage to see if it was ok and then we heard that shuddering noise again. We realized that the winds were fighting against the garage door, and so far it was winning. Now of course we were on the garage door’s side, because that was the only reason we didn’t go flying off into the sky. We needed to think of something, and fast.

At first, she didn't know what it was, snapped out of her sleep she could hear it: a scratching noise at the window.

Narrator 1-All the people believed that little town named Willsden was pacific and a typical town, but after 6:00 p.m., situations change a little bit, no one wanted to go out and and a sense of mystery and alert appear in every single person.

She couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When she turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it had been closed for years. Hesitantly she stepped inside the house and saw a group of people sleeping. As she turned around to leave, the floor creaked, so she ran out of the house, afraid she would wake them up.

He turned back into his room with fear going through him. Then he heard a tapping that was loud patting. The man decided that there must be something at his window. He decides to investigate to prove to himself it is just wind.