A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

At Once Again Antiques, Zach hesitated under the store’s overhang and stomped the snow from his boots. In the display window, a vintage jukebox played Deck the Halls, and next to it, a color wheel revolved in front of an aluminum Christmas tree. He removed his Stetson and tapped it against his pant leg, releasing a dusting of snow from the dark felt brim.

The red scarfed girl wanted the girl to try out for a dance team but her grandma dad and mom didn’t want her to do the try out because they think the pressure i gonna make the girl cry but the girl doesn’t care about the pressure after the girl laughed but when she got there she was scared she didn’t want to show her face then the teacher said what’s wrong and she stuttered and said i am not going then she bowed and twisted her hair in her red scarf and someone said what are u crazy?this is a once in a lifetime the teacher was concern why she didn’t want to go she lied and said she tried hard not to cry and she said my father wouldn’t let me…. The girl was

The boy’s father reached over and pulled his son closer to him and whispered “we do not ask questions like that? It might have embarrassed her.” Looking at Rachel, trying to judge what she was thinking.

The story begins on a small hill on top of it is a small house now in that house had some secrets dark secrets that no one knew about on one gloomy day a young father named Mr. ross and his twin daughter’s jade and lisa they had recently lost their mother from an unknown disease the father wanted to move from that house so that they could all have a new start they moved to the country side of town found a beautiful home on the hill plenty of room for the girls to run around 2 bedrooms which was good because they didn’t like to be separated from each other so they always shared a room as they unpacked and placed everything where they wanted Mr.ross asked the girls to take some boxes downstairs as they were walking down the stairs . they heard a door shut they looked up stairs but the door was open they realized it came from down stairs they put the box down and looked around lisa accidentally kicked a box “ow!” she rubbed her foot she looked up and in front of her was a small door half the size as her and jade “jade! Come here hurry!” jade rushes over and looks at the small door “this is weird” jade said “let’s open it!” lisa says being the curious girl that she is lisa slowly reaches for the small doorknob jade quickly smacks lisa’s hand “no! What if there's a wild animal in there we could get seriously hurt” jade looks around and surprisingly finds a small key that fits the door she locks it and keeps the key in her pocket. Jade and lisa walk upstairs not telling there

Stories. We hear them all the time. For most of us, we’re introduced to the concept of storytelling from a very young age, when our parents would tell us bedtime stories. For others, we weren’t so lucky as to have had this privilege. I can most definitely say that I wasn’t one of those kids with this privilege, so what would I do instead? I would create my own stories, and relay them through my mind. Believe it or not, I got really good at storytelling. That is exactly why I’m going to tell you all a story today. Nothing ordinary, and nothing out-of-the ordinary. Simply, a story that you won’t be able to forget.

Their honeymoon was one long shudder. A blonde, angelic and shy young thing, her childhood fantasies of being a bride had been chilled by her husband's stern nature. She loved him very much even so, though sometimes with a slight twinge when, as they returned home through the streets at night together, she would glance up furtively at the impressive stature of her Jordan who had been silent for the past hour. He likewise was in love with her, but never made it known.

It all started when Niki and her family went to go spend the weekend in a cottage on a lake. This cottage was very old and creepy. When the family got there Niki immediately had a horrible feeling about it. Niki never really worried much, but she worried about a lot of things on this vacation.

“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.

According to the picture on the Connecticut driver’s license, we found in the house the deceased woman was Katherine Lincoln,” Detective Wallace said.

I ran and i ran as fast as i could , athena called my name jack you are a chicken , come back i need you! As i ran away i went to a police station and which i told him everything as the chief replied she will be locked up for good. The nst day on the news i saw here poster saying missing and charged with 5 accounts of murder. For two months i felt like something was watching me. Then i flipped on the tv the very night i was creeped out i saw insane girl found dead. As i looked over my shoulder in the mirror next to the tv i saw athena dead. Shouted dad. Ahhhh! I exclaimed oh it was just a story haden i promise my dad said calmingly. In that moment i realized it was not a story it was true as i look in my dad's piercing blue eyes i saw athena was my dad's sister.

Evan felt sick to his stomach the entire evening. Something was wrong, very definitely wrong, and he couldn’t explain how. His insides twisted and the plate in front of him seemed to morph before his eyes from mildly appetizing to a lumpy mush.

Resisting no temptation not to I gushed onto the floor, “You never let me have anything!”

“Exactly! Where was your mother?” I asked my question out loud not really expecting her to answer.

“What the hell were you thinking Genevieve?!” Sophia looked up the moment that she heard her father’s loud and angry voice. She was shocked for a moment. Not that he was angry with her and yelling. But because she wasn’t sure what she did this time to cause him to come angry enough to find her and start yelling. She knew that she wasn’t loved by anyone in this family. She was a horrible mistake. A mistake that came out of a drunk one night stand that meant nothing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sir,” She mumbled the last word. Knowing if she didn’t show complete respect she’d be slapped if not worse. She looked slightly to the right and saw her step-mother and one of her older half-siblings. At first she didn’t think anything of it. Aurora was being comforted by her mother as she sobbed. It wasn’t strange. Her siblings, especially her older sisters, loved getting her into trouble for things that she hadn’t done. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed as he shoved a magazine at her face, so close that she couldn’t make anything out. Sophia wanted to come up with a sarcastic reply. Or even call him out for being a jerk or a horrible father. Except she could remember exactly what that would result in. And Sophia really didn’t want to deal with the bruises.

Kelly nonchalantly looked up at Luke, who was a head taller than her and drawled, “Whatever Luke, I gotta go now.” She slipped past him and smiled at a mother and her baby. They waved back. Kelly pushed through the green house doors, jogged to the hover board parking lot and her food bounced behind her like jumping beans in a hot pot. She zoomed past the identical Tudor houses and slowed to stop at her home, 16 Hollow Terrace. Kelly ran up the brick houses and burst through the door. “Mom, I’m home,” she yelled and plopped the groceries on the granite kitchen counter. She sat down on a stool and browsed through a fashion magazine but was soon interrupted by Ingrid, Kelly’s younger sister coming bounding down the stairs.