A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

I swore—something about I hope you choke on a donkey tail. Then I remembered where I was and bit down on lower lip hard, but it was too late one of the trolls had heard me.

I heard a knock at the door. It was my best friend Greta! I was excited to see her, but something wasn't right. She looked absolutely terrified. I had wondered what had happened ,but before I could ask she said,"Heidi, I went home after dinner--my family Heidi!” She was crying hysterically. I replied, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She said,”It can’t wait till tomorrow!” She had finally told me what had happened her family was taken. I din’t know what to think. I told her that I might be able to help, however I don’t really know. I went to my bed. I couldn’t sleep almost whole night. Greta’s words thundered in my mind. I wanted to help her, but I din’t want to hurt my family. I knew that if I helped her that my family could get hurt. We could all get hurt.

When stories are told and tales are made up, you think of great heroes, random loot and epic adventures. Well see here’s the great ordeal we run into with those stories. They are so damn boring! You can always guess what will happen in the end. Not to mention the heroes always win with impossible odds! You essentially waste your time listening to some want-to-be story teller and their made up shenanigans. You must be thinking “what is this old drunk fool blabbing about this time?”

There was once twin sisters, who had brown silky hair and long, dark, beautiful eyelashes. The two twins were abandoned in their house when they were six months old. They stayed alive for a year in the same house with no one to care for them. When they were two years old, they started to wander out of the house. Someone saw them, so, the orphanage took in the lonely children and named them Caroline and Madeline. The orphanage had a mean owner and the building was falling apart because the owner did not want to spend money on maintenance.

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.

It was a cold rainy night. The wind was deadly as sharp blades skimming past my face. The floor was slippery as an eel.

“CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! What do I do? What do I do?” I yell while frantically pace back and forth in the living room. “How am I supposed to get to the hospital I can’t even drive!” I say sitting down on the couch with my hands in my hair.

The whole family had come to town. They all had met at the hospital to go see her. Everyone raced to the ICU to see with their own eyes the condition she was in. Tommy, her husband, warned everyone,

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.

Rose rolled her eyes and mumbled, “ Well I was taking a nap and it’s been a crazy day.”

“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.

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.

It was 7:00 am, March 17, 2018, a Saturday in Japan. It was a beautiful normal day, the sun smiled happily peeking behind a marshmallow cloud at the Ortega family. The Ortega family came out of their old rusted apartment, into their old grey broken windowed car. The apartment was filthy and was covered in moss, and their car was as old as their ancestors. Their dad Isaac dove. He is 37 years old, tall, with hazel eyes, curly dark hair that was as fluffy as a rabbit’s cottontail, was a couch potato, and needed to work out. Isabella, the mom, is 31 years old, with long light brown hair, carribean blue eyes, short and skinny, and she is loving and hardworking. “Mommy”, Lily said kindly. “Yes, sweetie”, mom replied. “Mommy milk”, Lily said. Lily is a 2 year old, a late walker (which meant she could only crawl), with light brown curly hair, and carribean blue eyes. “Be quiet”, Emma yelled meanly. “Mommmmmm!”, Lily said. Lily started crying, so loud it sounded like someone clanging the cymbals. “You both be quiet” said John. Emma is 13 year old, a skinny bone jones, short (in John’s terms), long straight light brown hair, and ocean blue eyes. John was turing today 15, he is tall and likes baseball, he has pure hazel eyes, and dark brown curly hair. This family was going to a new dome shape baseball stadium and was watching the Yomiuri Giants V.S. Tokyo Yakult Swallows.

She let herself be swallowed by the fog. She didn't remember dinner or what she said, just that food tasted like ash and a corpse’s hand was warmer than hers. Her face hurt from smiling and her laugh sounded hollow. She was too apathetic to care, her mind far away dreaming of Erik.

Arya was casually sitting on her bed playing games random on her phone, waiting for her roommate, Annie, to come back to their two roomed apartment from work. All the sudden a ringing sound came from their house phone, which they use for emergencies. The phone was oddly covered in dust, as if they haven’t used the phone since it came out of its box. Arya got up in shock. Unknown caller showed up on the phone when she reached for it.