A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

Suicide mention near the end of the story, please do not read if you are not ok with things like that.

When the clock struck 2:00, Herthe and the boy were walking away from the school and to their next destination. Unsurprisingly, the boy grew hungry, and Herthe decided that it was best to eat at a restaurant. Doing so, they would be able to bring leftovers home. Her phone made a “ding-ding” sound, indicating a text message. Herthe pulled her phone out of her pocket and found that Vivian sent her a message.

James drags his wounded leg. Trenton stands, James fires, misses. The humanoid returns fire. Blasts James' chest.

Mavis can hear shouting. She can tell it’s Ian because they have had plenty of yelling matches before, but instead of differing tastes in movies, Mavis can tell there is true contempt in his voice. Rattling her head, she can faintly see Leon collapsed on the other side of the room. Her heart tugs. She tries to talk to him, yet Ian’s voice drowns her out. Mavis wants to scream at Ian until she looks at him, and he his face isn’t twisted with anger, but fear. She follows his line of sight to a man that looks like he is what caused the gorge in the Grand Canyon by jumping down a little hard. The giant man is doing a pitiful job of ignoring Ian since his face is red and keeps glowering at Ian. Mavis uses the luck that The Forest gave her to encompass Ian with fortune. Her luck is noticeably weaker than normal, and Mavis understands that they were taken far from the school, and further from The Forest. She tries to move her hands, but they seem to be restrained. When she looks up, there are stars. Ian stops berating the man when a door opens to let in magnolias and councilwomen Morris. Mavis’s can’t comprehend the situation, but Ian seems to understand something because instead of yelling profanities he casts a spell that breaks whatever was holding his hands together. Mavis watches as Ian fends off physical attacks from the giant man and bolts of lightning from Morris that crackle the sky above and sends a blanket of shattered glass onto them. Ian isn’t attempting to be careful because Mavis is supporting him. He seems to know that by just moving around her luck will make him step away from the bombarding duo. Without Mavis noticing, Leon is standing and casting weaker spells than Ian. Morris easily paralyzes Leon, which gives Ian time to cast illegal spells that opens a glittering fissure in the room and that causes the giant man to bleed from his pores. Mavis feels her restraints burst from her wrists in flames. Ian is an amazing multitasker she notes. He is also at Leon’s side. Before Morris can summon another surge of strikes, Mavis tackles her. Ian takes the opportunity to toss Leon into the fissure. Mavis recognizes it as a portal now. She learned about illegal spells in school, and the portal takes the

I could feel the stinging tears swelling up, I tried to hold them back, but with this pain I couldn't hold them back anymore, and I felt a tear roll down my red cheeks. All I thought was that my arm could be broken and even worse have wooden shards sticking out of my arm. I was so upset because I was in so much pain and all my brother and best friend at the time could do was laugh at me. But if i'm going to tell this story right, I have to go back to the beginning.

Boom. The quarter boys failed to put the recycling bin in its place and it crashed next to the place is should have been 2 feet off. The problem with it being displaced it tipped over and it’ll take at least an hour to keep since it was big and the only recycle bin the school had. Cecilia was glad that those days with over not only did it take forever the boys were annoying. As Cecilia reached the school she was greeted by her best friend Aaron Gates. He was a tall boy for his age, brown eyes, brown hair as well, and wore the most formal clothes possible.

The old house groaned and creaked. Blake stepped over a pile of bloody glass. Someone, no something, had jumped through the window. She didn’t want to see anything more, but her feet kept moving. Blake turned the corner. The door to the parlour was ripped off it’s hinges. She didn't dare make a sound, the monster was still here, and it wanted her. The parlour couch was slashed open, it's stuffing falling out. A nasty red stain colored the white couch. A arm,mangle and shredded, was lying under the couch. Blake resisted the urge to throw up. She ran into the kitchen, trying to hide from her fate. A stench of blood filled my nostrils. Blake turned her head. A girl her age was lying on the floor. Her long blonde hair was matted with blood. Her neck was twisted at an odd angle. She had a bloody stump from where her arm was torn out of its socket. Long cuts indicated where an inhuman creature clawed open her chest.I had never seen her before. She was just a guest at this party. Blake knew Maia was here. Even if Blake found her, it was probably too late.

“I… I don't know,” Carol replied and coughed. “I can see people on the stairs below me. They are shouting something, wait. Oh my God, they are saying the building is falling. I… I don't know what to do.”

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.

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.

She kept absolutely still as the footsteps behind her became louder. The heels of their shoes clicking against the cold hard stone floor. The footsteps stopped, but she could feel hot breath on her neck. They quickly grabbed both of her arms and twisted them behind her back. The girl whimpered in pain as cold tears rolled down her cheeks. "Is this fate?" She asked herself. But before she could even answer, a rag was put up to her face. The fumes seeped up her nose and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

“Madelyn it’s Tommy, mom, dad and I, we got in a crash. Mom and dad won't answer me, it's like they're asleep and I am stuck, I need help!”

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

“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.

“Ugh, go away!”,yelled Sarah to her little brother. Wait you don't know who these people are, well then let me introduce them to you.This story is about a little family who lived in a small house in New York City. This family consisted of the mom, the dad, Sarah the big sister who we were just talking about, and Sammy the little brother which we were also talking about. Anyway, Sarah is a sixteen-year-old girl who loves music, talking to her friends, and being on social media. Sammy, on the other hand, is a seven-year-old boy who loves magic, talking to his sister, and socializing with everyone around him. As I said Sammy loves talking to his sister and this is where the problem of the story comes in.