A Short Story : The Story Of A Story?

It might be falling apart, but it is home. That stuck-up woman wants it demolished. Let it piss her off who cares if she screams so loud, she knocks Putney Mountain clean over into Kentucky,” he laughed slapping the side of his legs with his hands. Perking up his ears, Claude listened. “I didn’t mention it, but the other day,” Mr. Cassidy said, “I had a close call, I started to cross the busy street and saw a car coming towards me. Thinking I had plenty of time to get to the other side, I pushed the cart off the curb and started across. Speeding up in her shiny BMW she zipped by me like a bullet? The wind knocked my cart over in the street. Within a few minutes, she returned and stopped for a moment to watch me pick up my cans and bottles. Someday, she’ll get what’s coming to her,” he said shaking his

As the road got more narrow and more trees and shrubs start appearing the heat dimmed down. A gravelly road appeared and the car slowed down to a halt. Towering in front of Connie was a big, black, menacing gate and behind it was a worn down mansion. This mansion looked like it has not been inhabited in years and could use some cleaning. After what seemed like years, Connie dazed and unfocused was yanked out by Arnold Friend. Arnold had changed slightly, now he no longer smiled but had a serious, firm face as if the mask he had worn was slowly coming off. Arnold pulled Connie out of the cart by her arm but it was a careful pull as if he didn’t want to hurt her. Connie struggled and fought Arnold. She didn’t want to go into that mansion for she had a dark feeling about it. Arnold held on tight and said carefully,softly, “C'mon baby. Haven’t you learned not to struggle against me. I don’t want to hurt you.” Giving up, Connie came stumbling out, Ellie then drove away leaving a trail of dust behind. The car, the last means of running away was out of reach, hopelessly Connie followed Arnold advancing towards the

A tipper truck manned by a drunk driver had hurtled its way into his path, and his brain couldn’t handle the suddenness of his seeming death, so up in his head, there was chaos and havoc and volcanoes erupted. It was his final seizure. Paralysed, he could only watch, as the truck approached, uncontrollable, and he desperately tried to take over his body, move! Move! Move! And his body ignored him. And he thought of Emily, and how he loved her, and how he might never see her ever again, and he struggled against the death-grip his body had over him. And he broke free. Only, it was too late. The truck rammed into his beautiful, beautiful car with spectacular leather interiors through to his beautiful, beautiful life. His last hope was that the letter he had written for her would get to her. At least, she would know. And he was grateful; he had learnt from KB and TLE that he was one lucky person. At least, his parents weren’t serial killers

“I’m on my way,” Ben advised as he saved the document he was working on and locked his computer. Ben gathered his keys and made his way to the garage to take Zack’s car. The trek was made with apprehension. The dread crept up into his thoughts like a mist. He brought his hand up to his throat and loosened his tie when it suddenly felt like he was choking on it.

After taking the car keys from the drawer and leaving a scribbled note taped to the refrigerator, explaining her absence, she left the house. About an hour later, she was driving down an unknown road when suddenly it happened. A truck appeared out of nowhere and collided with the car. To Tessa, it all seemed to happen in slow motion. She felt a tremendous jolt that shook her whole body.

Damien stared at the anticipating darkness that waited for him beyond the driveway. Sobs racked his thin body, making him shake as he hunched over the steering wheel of the old car. He tried to calm himself but failed, instead continuing to cry out into the quiet summer night. No one heard him, and he wasn't sure whether he wanted anyone to. He straightened himself, fumbling for the keys. After inserting the keys into the ignition, he listened to the truck's engine come alive. He sat there, trying to reassure himself before slowly pressing down on the gas and pulling on the road. Accelerating along the empty road, Damien didn't even bother putting on the radio. He considered putting in one of Corey's mix tapes but he decided on the sound of

“Joey, Wait up!” I yelled out. Why was he walking so fast, and not responding? It’s almost like he’s ignoring me. I started to jog, but he was already gone. I turned the other way to walk home. It was a long walk, for I lived in the country part of town. I noticed leaves crunching behind me, and I turned around to only see a fist come at me, and everything went black.

Lucas felt a sharp pain as he began to move, ringing can still be heard in his ears. He clings himself against a sturdy boulder as he steadily pulls himself up. His legs trembled beneath him, sending him falling on the asphalt under him. He digs his fingers into the scorching hot asphalt and crawls his way out, growing hotter by the minute. Just as he managed to crawl away, a hard object hits him, knocking him out unconscious, as footsteps can be heard gradually getting louder, and louder by the second, when it all stopped.

As the rain picked up, the windshield fogged over. The heat didn't work in the old car, and Sarah reached forward as she drove down the familiar route, wiping the condensation off the windshield with her hand, so she could see. When she caught sight of the rode ahead, she slammed on the brakes, seeing the light in front of her had turned abruptly to red. As they slid to a stop on the worn old tires, a thump in the back seat made Sarah's gut clench with sickened dread.

Landon looked at his hand, quickly hid it under his sweater, and gave me and Audrey a mean look. He looked away the window. Then, I looked out the window it was really foggy and strong winds blew. All of a sudden I heard a truck honking at us. The truck crashed into the bus, the glass shattered and the whole entire bus went rolling down the road and in to a deep, dark forest that was surrounded by trees everywhere. But the bus it’s self did not land on something pleasant… quicksand.

Sebastian Unwin climbed into the airship, still wearing his armor and a large sack was thrown over his shoulder. He didn't need a chest like the other knights had for transporting their armor safely, not having many things by choice, so he decided to wear it on the trip back home, it would be easier and feel less heavy if he wore it rather than carried it in the sack like the rest of his clothes. Sebastian hadn't brought many things with him when he left to train at the academy, he didn't have much to take. His sack had a few pairs of old clothes, which did not fit well due to his more muscular frame. Thanks to his training, Sebastian was no longer the lanky teenager he was when he left. There was also a pair of old shoes and a plain wooden box that contained all the letters from his best friend, and now his ward, princess Aewyn Darkwin-Revalon. He had missed her dearly during his time away and had written to her often to try and ease the guilt he felt for leaving. The two of them had grown up together in the castle, being fairly close in age, and his parents being trusted and higher ranking help in the castle. His father was one of the King's personal knights and his mother one of the Queen's lady in waiting, so Sebastian grew up not wanting for much.

" Does everyone understand the plan" I said staring at my siblings Charra, Alaya, and Angel.

It was November 29 1864, I was with my brother Kiaan. He was fifteen years old. My name was Hansh and I was only thirteen years old. We were outside my village practicing archery. My brother was a really good bowhunter, he taught me everything I do. Once we headed back to our village my mom was cooking corn and deer meat, that my father killed the day before. We were planning to have a picnic soon. Then it happened, we heard screaming and hollering across the village. My brother and I looked around our Tipi and there we saw it. Hundreds of soldiers were attacking our village, my heart sunk. I thought my life was over, my dad screamed “Get back!” My brother told me “protect your mother and get away from here” So I grabbed my mother's

When I was a youngin, I had two best friends; both were girls and both were very dramatic. We had been friends since we were babes because our mamas’ were best friends and we were always together. I didn’t really think much bout’ how I was a guy and they weren’t, though I probably should’ve. That’s where our story begins.

Once upon a time there was an old and scary town with only a few people living there. One of those few people was a beautiful girl named Katherine. The town was ruled by an evil prince named David. He had an assistant named Sam, who was very young and only had that job because his parents abandoned him. Everyone who lived in the town feared David, so they stayed in their house. But Katherine was very lonely because her kids were at school and her husband died, so she liked to go out and explore.