A Short Story : The Bitch Of A Story

Our story starts off in a small, war ravaged greek village. It is not technologically advanced, nor do they know a lot about science and how the world functions. Here, we find Ventra, a young teenage boy, using his wind powers to destroy a small market to steal the delicious fruits. As Ventra is on the run, he bumps into a middle aged woman named Brite. She thought he did it on purpose, so she blinded him with her light powers, knocked him out, and took him to her hideout. When Ventra woke up all he could hear is a woman walking towards him. The room was pitch black, until many torches were lit to light up the room.

Sehun choked on his drink and Luhan dropped his fork. You stared at Minhee for a while, trying to let what she said sink in. You had always liked Sehun, but you didn’t know that the moment where he would like you would come, but it was Minhee who was talking and maybe she was lying.

I could feel the stinging tears swelling up, I tried to hold them back, but with this pain I couldn't hold them back anymore, and I felt a tear roll down my red cheeks. All I thought was that my arm could be broken and even worse have wooden shards sticking out of my arm. I was so upset because I was in so much pain and all my brother and best friend at the time could do was laugh at me. But if i'm going to tell this story right, I have to go back to the beginning.

“Violet!” Violet’s mother called. Violet continued bobbing her head to the music coming from her headphones. She continuously flipped through the pages of her book, finding the story uninteresting. “Violet!” Her mother called again but loud enough for her to hear. This time, Violet had heard her mother's calling and groaned in annoyance.

Around 6 six o’clock on a Friday night my dad bought us 4 tickets for a Chicago Bears against the Seattle Seahawks on October 17. When he told us our eyes lit up . The next day on Saturday we made our way to Chicago to go see our Auntie and stay there before the game on Sunday , when we got there my Aunt screamed :

The ring of a screeching alarm clock awoke Peyton from slumber as she questioned where she was. She then remembered that Bree had stayed the night and apparently, hadn't been phased by the intolerable clock. Peyton pulled of her covers exhausted from a night of pizza, movies, and Uno. She woke Bree up and they trudged down the stairs out of complete starvation to the refrigerator. She pulled out the orange juice and made two glasses, she also put some toast in the toaster. Her mom came down the stairs with her hair in a tight bun and a pleasant smile on her face. As far as Peyton was concerned this was just a normal day, but what she didn't know was that this day would be far from normal.

Alone one dark Friday winter night, Alley was sleeping soundly cozy under her bright pink comforter. Her single mother, Isabella, had left that morning out of town for a work meeting. Alley’s father had died a few years ago from a mysterious murder. Suddenly she got out of bed and shivered to the door to see what was making this weird noise. Alley opened the door and stepped onto the back porch, looking into the dark night. Listening to the sound of the wind howling and the sound of the harmless crickets chirping. But, nothing and no one was there…

“When she finally felt she could prove her worth she returned to Danse Macabre. She heard the news of her father's death and of the crown being passed to her brother. Her brother had wed and had three sons by the time Sinata returned from her journeys. Even if she killed her brother, there was the matter of her nephews that stopped her from having claim to the throne.

“NOOOOOOOOOO THAT CAN NOT BE POSSIBLE,” yelled a boy named Fritz, “try again.” Fritz and his friends, Andy and Zack, are in Fritz’s bedroom with the soothing and quiet hum of the computer and the boing boing boing of the tennis ball hitting against the white and bumpy wall of the bedroom that is being thrown by Andy. “WE HAVE TO FIND THAT RING,” screamed Fritz as he stormed out of the bedroom. Fritz was a skinny little boy in 7th grade at Spry Middle School. He loves to play dodgeball outside with his friends, and play car racing with his little brother inside. But, Fritz’s gets angry really quickly sometimes.Fritz has the ability to be a human GPS. Andy was more of an active person. She loves gymnastics. Some moves she can do is the aerial, a cartwheel, a back-handspring, and she can flip in the air three times in a row, without touching the ground. Zack is more of an insider. Most of his time spent in the day is reading, studying, writing or looking out the window for more ideas for his story’s.

It was a nice October day and Bertha and her family were out on a hike in the woods when suddenly, SQUISH! Bertha heard a bug crush underneath her foot. “Eww,” she stated in disgust, “I just stepped on a spider!” Bertha desperately tried to get the spider guts off of her shoe as her dad said, “You should have watched where you were walking sweetie! That spider could have a family that it was trying to get back to!” Berthas dad had a thing about not killing bugs because he claims that what goes around comes around, but Bertha thought it was silly since they were just meaningless bugs. “Yeah okay,” Bertha sighed. So Bertha, her mom, her dad, and her sister Delaney all continued their hike but Bertha kept on killing the small bugs that would land on her arms.

The story begins in a small town of Halo,Kentucky. The story I'm going to be sharing with you is very heartfelt yet a touching feeling. The man Im sharing with you today was Born into a family of coal miners, he grew up very poor and had to deal with many different types of struggles and challenges, still to this day it is very hard for him to overcome. This man didn't make it past 5th grade because he developed a problem with his right ear that would have him in and out of hospitals fighting infections, the infections got so bad that they had him fighting for his life and ultimately leading to him being deaf in his right ear. The infections felt like someone was jabbing him in and out of his head with a thin sharp knife making his eyes jerk back and forth. His brain was on total pause leaving his body feeling like an empty hour glass. This strong man had told me he had to be hospitalized in the state of Virginia for the ear infection, This infection had began to increase rapidly and had his whole side of his face was swollen to an enormous size the pain was unbearable he kept scratching behind his ear because it ached so bad it ended up breaking the skin and infection shot like a bullet a splattering the wall beside his bed. His ear problems were finally taken care of but not until he was in his twenties by a doctor in Michigan.

The room was painted a dazzling navy blue sky, with shady hills and stars twinkling above the light house. Just looking at it made Julia yawn, apart from her busy day at work. “Have a good day,” Dr. Julia whispered tiredly to her last patient as they left the vaccine room. Dragging her feet, she slowly gathered her belongings and put them in a bag(4). As Julia strolled to the far back of the room to switch off the lights something shiny caught her eye. She reached to the patient bed, and picked up the glossy object. It was a gold coated ring with a shiny clear stone that glistened in the bright white light.

I was at New York, Brooklyn to be exact I was there to visit my families like my cousins my grandparents my aunts and my uncles. I was sleeping at my cousin's apartment I was cramped on the top bunk with my cousin Nadine she's the same age as me. Nadine and I were 10. finally, I woke up and so did Nadine we climb the ladder down to the living room which is right next to the bedrooms we slump on the couch and turn the tv on.

“Thank you, honey; we’ll find something in the refrigerator. Now you run along,” Virginia said and acted relieved they were leaving and smiled as she closed the door behind them.

The orphanage reeked of sweat and mould, which was very uncommonly unhygienic for the town’s standards. The children were dirty and unbathed; their clothes more like tattered scraps. Any form of donation or money was scarce, and the owners were greedy. Money mysteriously disappeared from all the charity funds, but somehow Ms Okomatsa got nicer clothes and fine jewellery.