A Short Story Revealed: A Fictional Narrative

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly. You nodded slowly. He engulfed you in a hug and you held onto him for dear life. You inhaled his scent, somehow it made you calm. The two of you pulled away from each other and Scott grabbed ahold of your arm. “Ready?” he asked you. You nodded again and screwed your eyes shut.

Katherine Barker was thinking about her grandpa again. He was her hero, for he was the only person that Katherine could talk to without becoming self-conscious. He always had a new joke for her when she came to visit, and every time she saw him, he would crush her into a giant bear hug.

The script explores the pain of loss, healing, and reconnecting. The hero’s past emotional pain helps give the story and the character more depth.

I looked up at James. He stared straight ahead, out at the trees. His face was perfectly still and serious. I could see how hard he tried to hold it together for everyone, but the bloodshot lines that surrounded the blue of his eyes, told me he had cried just as much. He turned his face to look at me and I smiled just a little, to reassure him I was here, I would always be here.

“Please just make it stop,” cried Ava. Looking puzzled at Ava, the nurse placed her hands on her shoulder and fulfilled her request. Rolling away from them Ava grabbed her phone to call her husband.

“There's no hope left, the whole house is going to burn,” i yell out in fear as the ravishing heat hits my face as if it was a sucker punch. Macey calls all her children and the 4 kids run in order outside the house. “Wheres Ben !?” “We couldn't help him ma, the door collapsed and we couldn't go into his room to help him,” Will whimpers on the floor sobbing his pain away. In a heartbeat we see MAcey run in for her child, we yell out , “don't go, there isn’t nothing we can do!” She's gone in a beat of a second. Will escapes my grasp and follows his mother. Cracks are heard the house was tilting and in a blink of an eye it all collapse. My world had fallen into ashes like my home, my life had endured at that moment a pain that is un-humane, something that man suffers when their life is coming to an end. I had lost more than just a home, i had lost pieces of my within that burning

I know mom died, Rosie, but it's better than seeing you like this." The words stabbed mercilessly into her, winding in-between bones and cartilage to strike her very core. "You dropped out, I know you've been stealing from me, and I can't support you the way you are anymore. It's been years, Rose. I've moved on. Your brother moved on. You need to move on, too." Pale blue-green eyes stared, blankly, at the weary older man leaning against the frame of her bedroom door--her father. Beleaguered with stress and a faint sense of hopelessness, he just stared at the floor as he addressed his twenty-three-year-old daughter. "I talked to (Your Character) the other day, about you. People were worried for a while, now they've just about given up. You've

It was almost midnight when he tossed a log on the fire and excused himself to turn in. Lauren made herself comfortable on the cot, but she was afraid to sleep. The tears flowed then, a sad sense of loss and frustration.

“Steven,” I grabbed a hold of his hands and kissed the back of each. As I did this Steve raised his head just enough for me to see his red eyes brimming with tears. My heart sank as I saw his face. Immediately I pulled him into a crushing hug, one to last for the time I would be gone. His quiet sobs filled the room of the small home as I whispered words of comfort into Steve's ear.

Tears dripped down from my eyes to my cheeks like a waterfall. I couldn’t stop it. I had made a promise. I clung on tighter, maybe that meant she wouldn’t leave. “It was going to happen anyway Tara, don’t beat yourself up about this.” She said in a hushed voice. It didn’t matter what she told me, I had promised to make her not move, to somehow convince her family that leaving was the worst idea. I hadn’t done it. I had failed. I looked down at the floral sheets as I hugged her, I never wanted her to go. I wanted to take in everything for that moment and keep it, locked away somewhere safe. This was the last time I’d see this room, with her endless books in her bookshelves, her intricate coloring books overflowing. “We can still keep in touch”

Traumatized his mother couldn’t say another word, her eyes widened with shock and asked to excuse herself. I walked around the house leading towards his room only to find the book “ A Study Of Dreams “ I instantly read about it and some of the words Andy mentioned were from the book.

“I… also lost my sister.” I felt shock entering my face, whether it registers on the outside or not. My Aunt Lily and I were both put in the same room. We were both trapped in the same walls of the situation, thoughts, and feelings, yet I had been unknowing of her presence in it until now. Now she was by side, offering comfort, whether I deserved it or not, for she is

She turns to face the bed, watching Marco with a pitiful look on her face. "I'm sorry Marco," she whispers, "but I think I really Stared it up this time." She bites her lower lip, her mind wandering a bit. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, staying here. She was certain they would be able to fend for themselves. She would be free of the responsibilities of her title, her face furrows into a frown, but that also meant she wouldn't see her family again. Marco wouldn't either.

Most of the time, being alive was okay. The inflation and deflation of his lungs, reminding him of his own unwanted existence. It was fine.