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.

“Professor Michaelis…how dare you fill their heads with these unpure notions. It was not your place to tell them about this.” I interrupted.

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

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?”

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.

On June 25th One cold early winter morning Evan, a 14 year old dark skinned Japanese boy woke up from a horrifying nightmare about being drowned by a 7 foot wave at Honolii when he was Bodyboarding during winter season when the waves are pumping. He usually has peaceful long naps, but his is the first time in awhile that he had gotten a nightmare. It was about 4:50am and Evan couldn't seem to go back to sleep because he'd been so afraid of the dream; thoughts of him drowning was going thru his mind . As he watched the time come by faster he decided to call his friend Rylan and tell him about why he woke up so early. Rylan is his classmate also his neighbor that has been his friend since elementary days. Evan sat up from his sleeping position and reached above his pillow to pick up his cell phone so he could give Rylan a call, but as he clinched onto his cell phone a cockroach scattered over his hand then onto the bed. Once the cockroach the size of ice cube disappeared behind the crack of the bed against the wall, he unlocked his phone using his fingerprint and attempted to call Rylan but he did not answer after a few calls because it was so early, it was about 5:15am when Rylan answered his face time as if he only slept for 1 hour. He seemed to be tired because he answered the phone by saying “go back to sleep “ in a lazy tone. So Evan just let him go back to sleep and hung up the phone with no response. Evan jumped up from his bed, rushed to the bathroom and brushed his

She's been called it all, murder jr., Bonzo Barb. It never stops. Every day since her dad's accident she's been bullied. The reason that she's being ridiculed is, her dad, Lieutenant John D. Herring Thunker police officer, he was on patrol in the small, quiet, the ice frozen town of Thunker. But little does he know Derrick Char, 16, and behind the wheel is driving 40 miles over the speed limit and comes head on with barbs dad's police car. Derrick died, but that’s not the last the Herring family will be hearing that name.

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

“Fine, thank you. Have you found anything new about who murdered my mother?” Marlene asked.

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

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,

She shouted “What's going on” before lightly landing on a patch of bright green grass.

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.

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

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.