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.

“Give it back!” I shout at Ashley Ashton with her perfect skintone and out-of-a-photoshoot-hair I wish I had bright and gleaming. “It isn’t yours!” Her sharkish smile brightened.

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.

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.

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 orphanage reeked of sweat and mould, which was very uncommonly unhygienic for the town’s standards. The children were dirty and unbathed; their clothes more like tattered scraps. Any form of donation or money was scarce, and the owners were greedy. Money mysteriously disappeared from all the charity funds, but somehow Ms Okomatsa got nicer clothes and fine jewellery.

Oikawa turned away from the car window in the back that he was dramatically looking out of. "I am not being melodramatic," he said on the verge of tears, "our boy is leaving Iwa-chan, don't you understand!!?"

The ring of a screeching alarm clock awoke Peyton from slumber as she questioned where she was. She then remembered that Bree had stayed the night and apparently, hadn't been phased by the intolerable clock. Peyton pulled of her covers exhausted from a night of pizza, movies, and Uno. She woke Bree up and they trudged down the stairs out of complete starvation to the refrigerator. She pulled out the orange juice and made two glasses, she also put some toast in the toaster. Her mom came down the stairs with her hair in a tight bun and a pleasant smile on her face. As far as Peyton was concerned this was just a normal day, but what she didn't know was that this day would be far from normal.

The room was painted a dazzling navy blue sky, with shady hills and stars twinkling above the light house. Just looking at it made Julia yawn, apart from her busy day at work. “Have a good day,” Dr. Julia whispered tiredly to her last patient as they left the vaccine room. Dragging her feet, she slowly gathered her belongings and put them in a bag(4). As Julia strolled to the far back of the room to switch off the lights something shiny caught her eye. She reached to the patient bed, and picked up the glossy object. It was a gold coated ring with a shiny clear stone that glistened in the bright white light.

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.

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 a big lie. All those years I believed I had lost him forever. All those months I spent locked in my room crying, reading about his adventures he documented for me. Only to find out he was still out there somewhere. Just not here.

It was 7:00 am on a bright Saturday morning when I finally experienced my worst fear. I was dazed and confused, just a few minutes ago I was with my three best friends and knew what my surroundings were. The only memory I have is leaving my friends house. Everything from then on is lost to my mind.

It is a rainy afternoon, KYOKO OTONASHI is sitting in the classroom as the teacher is giving a lecture in front of the room. Her phone buzzes and she takes it out to check it.Dad's messageThere's been another murder, come to the station as soon as possible.Kyoko's textI will, after class ends.The bell rings, Kyoko puts her books into her bag and head towards the entrance of the school.As she approaches the exit, she notices that the rain is quite heavy. She doesn't have an umbrella and hesitates for a bit, but proceeds to leave anyway.Ext. maosou high school - afternoonJust as Kyoko steps out of the school, LUKE (one of her classmates) runs up and holds an umbrella on top of her.LukeYou will get soaked in the rain like that!KYOKO I'm in a

That morning Rose took her normal routine, she but on her bracelet that her best friend Sophie gave to her as a 17 year friend ship, she looked at the sky and said “what's wrong with the sky it looks darkish blue that's not normal”