A Short Story : A Write Story?

“Hi, Sarah,” I’d whisper. “Wake up and play with me.” I would take her hand in mine and shake it, the way my pap shakes hands with his friends. Sarah always woke up when I did that, and then we’d play peek-a-boo until Mama came in.

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

When I was almost home, I called my mom and told her to meet me outside, and told her not to be

"Mom!" "I'm home!" Where is she when you need her, damn it?! "MOM, where the HELL are you?!" I say as I stomp and start to shove all of our nonperishable foods into one of the saddlebags.

“ Mama wake up someone is trying to break into our house. Hurry up, please”

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

The dirt men marched into the valley of death, they had just retreated from a bloody battle in enemy territory. Their enemy, the forest men. They stopped in a small cave as the sun sunk below the horizon.

As a kid, Davey never understood why he always got in trouble for the words scrawled in beautiful cursive on his wrist.

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.

It was the summer going into fourth grade. Waking up that morning my mom, short with brown curly hair, surprised me with a big box that had come from the mail. She said “Your aunt Claire from Colorado sent you some new clothes to have.” I opened the box and came to find a whole bunch of different clothes like tank tops, shorts, and bathing suits. I had noticed that there were doubles of some of the clothes.

Jason was strolling down the gloomy back street, its walls dark and menacing. He had trekked this path many times, but this time it got him on edge. He felt as if he was trapped by the massive buildings around him. The faint smell of dust covered him as he walked down this dusty and aged street. He emerged from the dark and gloomy street to be blinded by the intense light of the sun. Noise of the busy people bustling around him surrounded his ear. He turned to follow the main stream of people, his grey eyes scanning the crowds as he walked to try to find his friends. Spotting them, he barged his way through the crowds to get to them. A random person barged into him knocking his leg, then with searing pain, his leg flared. He searched his leg to find the source of pain and found his chip digging into him causing blood to pour out. Thinking to himself he wondered what these chips were even for. He looked up to see the massive buildings create what seemed to be walls surrounding him, leaning over him. Everyone around him seemed so cheerful, yet he couldn’t see how they could be in such as desolate place, they all seemed to be oblivious.

It was a starry night, and very icy cold out. I was setting up, and cleaning the house to make it as neat and as nice as possible for our next guest. I turned on the fireplace, straightened out the carpet. I opened the curtains a little bit just to draw some attention. I then sat very close to the door thinking of new plans, while I waited impatiently for someone to come to the door. It has been forever since I have had a visitor at my bed and breakfast. My next visitor would hopefully be somebody just right to add to my collection. My plan would be the same, it always works best and would be risky to try a new one. I will make sure they will want to have tea, and when I’m making the tea, I will poison their tea but for sure not mine. Then all of a sudden I hear the doorbell ring. I got up super fast and pulled the door open. I flashed a smile I urged him to come inside. I stepped aside and held the door wide open as he came inside.

“Hurry honey,” my mom invites me downstairs in her loving voice: the one that never changes.

“When will that dumb bell ring?” Kenzi thought to herself. She was sitting half off her seat to get a head start to her car. Her and her friends were supposed to go to a corn maze after school and she knew she couldn’t be late. She jumped out of her seat as soon as the bell rang.

“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.