A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

William, Rachel’s three year old son is crying standing over her as she is slowly regaining consciousness. Her boyfriend, Daniel, was gone; their bedroom door was left cracked open and Rachel was on the couch in their room. Pained around her neck from where he choked her, she tries to wrap her head around how she got to this point. Why does Daniel hate her? What did she do this time? Can she, should she, just leave with William? Rachel realizes she has to get out of the house before Daniel gets back. When she arrives at her mother’s house, her mom is alarmed. Rachel has bruises around her neck and marks around her hairline. Rachel’s mother tells her “You come here every week and you go back to that monster every week. I see these bruises but you must not feel they are a problem since you keep going back to him.” Rachel’s mom walks out of the room frustrated.

“Oh sorry mother I’m just nervous. I really hope…” Terry began but then a nurse with ruby red hair and glistening blue eyes tapped him on the shoulder. She told them that Terry’s father was in critical but stable condition. They would also have to wait a couple of hours. Those hours were the most miserable hours of Terry’s life. Finally, the same nurse came back and invited Terry and his mom to see their father.

“Shit,” Rachel gasped as she yanked her hand back. Bright red blood started sliding down her skin. She was starting to bring it to her mouth, to suck the wound, but Dean’s hand wrapped around her wrist to stop it’s progression. It wasn’t just the contact that startled her, but the look on Dean’s face. The exhaustion and sadness had disappeared and his attention was focused on the slice on the pad of her finger. His breath came out in a shuttering gasp as his tongue darted over his lips. Rachel could have sworn that his eyes started to shift from beautiful green to another color.

I looked at the dark, blank floor. It seemed to be just as stupid, and empty as I was. This cell was like a cage, and it was uncomfortably cold and wet. I only had myself to keep me warm. I wonder if I'll ever get out of here. All the choices I've made, I thought they were right. Turns out they weren't. I shouldn't of accepted that letter! It has only caused me pain and loss. I miss my family... they're probably thinking I am having the time of my life, at this ”camp”. All of this was a big, old lie, and I wish they knew that...

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.

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.

Sitting in a tent, away from the party; while being guarded by two goons who work for her father, was not how she envisioned her wedding night. Rachel’s frustration intensifies when, in the distance, she hears the festivities beginning without her – the bride! How could her father do this to her? A lump in her throat grows until she is unable to take a breath; there is no holding back the torrential downpour of tears. As darkness gives way to the early morning light, her red swollen eyes involuntarily close, drifting off to sleep, wondering why Jacob did not come to her rescue.

At first, she could see nothing but smoke. Then, from the center of all the vapors she heard with her enhanced senses a cry in pain. Without thinking twice, she ran towards the source of it until she reached a terrified child with a burn on his leg. She started to drag the boy away from the smoke and flames, but yelped when the fire jumped out at her. But, she persevered and made it to the street with the child in hand. When she got a closer look at him, she realized that he could have only been no older than 6 or 7 years old. Then, she looked closer at his leg. Taking a deep breath, she touched the unbroken skin next to the wound and willed her power to heal the burn. A strange sensation filled her fingers and when she looked back down, scar tissue had replaced the angry, red burn. “Do you know where your parent is?,” she asked him.

I jump off the school bus,and smash through the door .To show Gram and gramp my A+ paper. They weren't home at the time so I left it on the table. When I finished my homework, I waited for them to get home so we can go over me being able to know more about mom I was so excited my heart was racing I felt as if my heart was going to fly out of my chest.,the clock struck 8:25 five minutes later i feel asleep.

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

June 5th 2016 3 girl gone missing in a small town in Traverse City michigan. No where to be found or clues where they could of go. I was there friends with the 3 girls Amy, Claire, Emily and , i am katie. We were all best friends grew up in the same town all went to the same elementary school. As we went into middle school we got very popular and we all meet a lot of new people and friends. But Amy, Claire , Emily and I all stayed bestfriends. I met Amy and Claire in 1st grade our families were very close and always have party ,dinners together. Amy was shy when i first met her but grew out of it she only lived with her mom and didn't have any siblings.When me and Amy were younger we would hang out everyday after she never wanted to go home.i never asked her why I she thought we were having a lot of fun. I met Claira the same year i met Amy. Claire grew up with a Mom and Dad and a younger brother Claire always dressed the best out of our little friend group ource because her family was very rich. Her family would always take us three to the coolest places. Then we met Emily in the 4th grade she was very different from us three but she became our best friend she lived with her grandparents in this very little blue house near a haunted lake.The first time we met her at school no one sat next to her so we did she was happy to met us. And that's how i met my 3 best friends . And am Katie I have a mom and dad and an older sister named Sophia she was the better child

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.

This is a story about a girl named Kelly her parents just died in a car accident. She was only in 9th grade her first year of high school when they died. For their funeral her Aunt Michelle came from California. She was so upset. But her aunt is taking her to move to California with her. So then she has been there for one month.

Life was once happy until the death of her father. That was when she was forced to be the servant by her step- mother. Which Ella could only seen as a cruel act. As she did everything she had to watch as her stepmother and her two stepsisters do nothing. Life was never easy for her. But she always manged to keep her chin up. As she had Gus to keep her in good spirits. As it seemed like her life couldn't get any worse. Ella knew not to say that out load. Because her stepmother would make sure that did happen. She knew that it was there job to make sure that she was miserable.

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.