A Short Story : The Consequences Of The Story-A Story?

Zoe dug through the bin, reasonably at first but grew franticly the longer she went down. Kevin at first stood off, watching the clothes fly out the donation bin.

As Jenna stood there drenched in the oniony stench of the cafeteria's chili, all she could think about was how she was going to get revenge on Taylor Everly.

Emma stood there quietly and just stared forward at the man. Just like him, she had never seen another soul here before. She had spent the last two years in sheer solitude, yet here he was. It was like a miracle, but the woman was far from believing in miracles anymore. If miracles existed, she would be either dead or awake by now. Instead, she was here. He was here. They were both here, and somehow they were here together. Why now? Why after all this time was she now being blessed with the company of another man?

“Hello Martin” The Fat Lady laughed as she pushed the Stop button to the elevator. Martin’s heart sank. He started to sweat and shake his head. The Fat Lady eyed his trembling face and made a concerned expression.

I followed Michael into the first room we saw in the upstairs hallway. As we walked closer, a threatening sight came into view. Gabby, looking more distressed and panicked than I had ever seen someone before, was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back and a gag wrapped around her mouth. Once I looked at her close enough, I could tell that she was trying to speak through the cloth. She then looked at Michael, her eyes begging for him to help.

A few days had passed and things seemed to have quieted down for me. Not too much was happening on the school front which was surprising because I had figured Keri Mahan and her cohorts would’ve done something completely horrible to me by now other than just defacing my locker. But it appeared as if they were biding their time.

Sunlight shined through the bar windows of the cell. It was quite an eerie feeling and it never went away. How sunlight shined but it was still dark no matter which corner you turn and the noises, the noises of those who are screaming for someone to get them out but no one heard them. No one ever does. There were many cells but in one cell, lying on the ground, was Clarisse McClellan.

Tessa moved her small feet to the rhythm of the music as her friends joined in with her. The guy that tapped his strong, muscular hands onto the drums over and over stole a quick glance at Tessa. His face displayed a small grin as he studied the way she gracefully swayed her hips to the beat. The way she moved swiftly along with the soft breeze and the way her feet took long strides with the help of her slim legs. He noticed that her smile was bright and it made everyone else around her smile, including him. Suddenly the music stopped and he saw the mysterious girl walking away. something inside him pulling him to get up and go converse with her. He hopped up and ran to her. Once he got close enough to her, he tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. Her hair flew back over her shoulder as the breeze blew through it, causing the guy to smell the sweet scent of her hair. He inhaled the smell and closed his eyes for a moment. Once he opened them, he noticed that she was giving him a funny look. It was in that moment when he noticed her light brown eyes, and lips that appeared to be the softest he had ever seen. He became hesitant to speak "hello, um I am sorry to bother you, but I just had to come say hello to this beautiful woman I had laid my eyes upon." Tessa looked around in bliss "well...sir, thank you no one has ever told me such a thing." He spoke again " I know this may baffle you a tad, but I was wondering if you would go on a date with an ordinary guy like

Elizabeth Keen sat wrapped in a warm blanket, looking out the large bay window, hypnotized by the falling flakes and snow laden branches of the surrounding trees as the strains of “Coldest Winter” drifted melodically through the coziness of the house.

The winter sun slowly rose over the horizon erasing the shadows of the night and all the storm clouds that had brought winter’s first snowfall. The fresh snow lay like a blanket over the streets cocooning the city in an embrace while the winter sunlight quietly snuck into the darkened bedroom. It encouraged the crisp winter breeze to play with the curtain attempting to keep it out. The sunlight scared away the shadows that seemed to try to suffocate the room; the sunlight dance upon a figure that laid on the bed that was in the center of the room. The figured rolled to their side trying keep the sunlight from ruining their sleep. Yet, as they started to fall back asleep the peacefulness that surrounded the room was pierced by the hi pitch alarm of her phone.

Looking through the school bus window, and seeing the gray sky John, a brown- eyed boy with jet black hair sat in a two person chair alone like always. When he got home, he heard a noise coming from the kitchen, he walked slowly to see what it was, suddenly his sister Erica jumped out of the kitchen. John instantly jumped back with a pale face as if he had seen millions of spiders and then the scream came.

It started when she was five and it has never ended since. Her mother, a woman of plants, came to her with the dirt on her shorts from the mums she’d worked with. Her long brown hair pulled back into a bun with small streaks of blonde. The mother checked in at the daycare’s desk. Mom’s here.

“Bet you can’t look at e house without even dying, perhaps that’s what happened to to your sister Janice.” I hear Delly saying that over and over again like a video that won’t stop replaying and as I shake my head it goes away like an echo. Delly wasn’t wrong, as we were all at the door and opened it we all were just staring at the dark shadowy room that smelled like honey, I was dying. This was the place the place where my sister died, or where she was last found, she still isn’t found because people aren’t willing to go through what she had gone to save her as few have and never got out. All of this town of Lakesville knew about the tragedy of 26th of October. Yes it was just 3 days ago and tomorrow is Halloween.

Red clumps of blood filled his hair, escaping from his cracked skull. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I stood there not even thinking of solutions but rather what I’ve done. I could hardly hear my mom screaming through my unconscious mind.

A loud banging noise woke up the sleep deprived Yoongi at 5 AM, frightened by the loud noise, Yoongi stumbled out of bed rushing towards the door. Opening the door and trying to see who it was while squinting his eyes, two of the warpers stood in front of him. Blurred faces staring back at Yoongi one of them spoke up, “Yoongi, we require you at the office.”