A Short Story : The Story-A Story?

“Huck come down we need to discuss something immediately!” cried Rosa, as her and her long nosed, scrawny husband sat at the kitchen table watching yet another sitcom on their LED HD television. The young boy, aged twelve years, ran down the highly polished stairs. He held three books in hand; two that he had already flew through, and one yet to complete. He approached his parents, as they sat bent over giggling. “What is it?" asked Huck, sternly. “Cheer up son!” replied his father. “Basil honey, you know how the boy is.” scowled Rosa. Huck was one that stayed hidden behind his books, with only his hair that was as dark as night visible. “Mom, Dad, what is it you need to tell me? Or can I get back to the chapter I was on? I’m on page 649

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

“You’d laugh if I told you,” she said bashfully, looking away from his gaze that seemed to bore into her. Mr. Linden smiled softly, almost a look of pity in his expression, at her actions, but went along with them

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

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.

Madeline stopped dead in her tracks when she saw that Gabriel’s things were gone from the room when she returned. Had he left her? She shook her head, trying to calm her anxious heart. Gabriel didn’t seem like the type that would just up and leave because she was uncertain about what she wanted. It seemed more likely that he had just moved to a different room.

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?

“Ma! Hide! Get everyone and get in the wall! The gestapo are just down the road. They’re already at the Williams. Dalia! Adam! In the floor!,” Emilia yelled out of panic as soon as she entered the room.

I see the boy sitting behind me reading over my shoulder, so I snap my laptop shut. I hate writing in public, but I wanted to get some in during this long, boring flight. I’m having a bit of trouble getting across the setting of my story without it sounding like an information dump, so I wanted to figure out that on my long trip. But, I think with a sigh, I suppose that isn’t going to happen. The afternoon sun has painted the layer of clouds below me brilliant gold, so I lean my head against the window to look at the view.

The bosun slashed his cutlass through the air. ‘Not ‘afore ‘e tells us where ‘e buried the treasure.’

4 hours later, it was time for one of my favorite parts of the day. I see my friends, so I waved to them but they didn’t wave back and I’m thinking to myself, they just probably didn’t see me right? I’m walking over with my lunch when I ask, “Why didn’t you guys wave back to me? I know you saw me.”

I looked up at the blinding-blue sky. I looked at the swaying trees. I looked at the surrounding people, who were strolling around, chatting. I looked down, at the cracked bricks that served as a path. I was discouraged to discover that nothing was different. Nothing had changed. No secret passages opened to a rich palace, no booby trap had swallowed me up to trap me in an ancient dungeon. There was nothing magic or amazing or life-changing about this button.

“Calm down and let me tell you why he can’t help us. Richard is not a criminal lawyer, and he said that is what we needed. He has a friend who is a criminal lawyer; I hired him to defend you. When I leave here, I’m meeting with a bail bondsman, and you’ll go home tonight.”

While driving, she allowed her mind to wander, thinking about the good times she shared with her mother as tears poured down her face blinding her. Forcing her to stop at the curb, sobbing, Marlene pleaded, “Mom, you can’t be dead. You’re my best friend, What am I going to do without you. Oh, Dear God, please, please let me wake up from this nightmare,” she prayed.

And there you have it. That is the story of how I got on this beanbag. But don’t worry, now that you are all caught up, we can both be surprised by all the action that will hopefully come!