A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

“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.”

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.

Billy scarcely remembered the crash. He knew he was going to a movie with his parents. He knew he was only five years old. He also knew that both of his parents had died. That was the worst day of his life. He crawled out of the car after the collision and cried on the sidewalk until the ambulance got there.

“What the hell were you thinking Genevieve?!” Sophia looked up the moment that she heard her father’s loud and angry voice. She was shocked for a moment. Not that he was angry with her and yelling. But because she wasn’t sure what she did this time to cause him to come angry enough to find her and start yelling. She knew that she wasn’t loved by anyone in this family. She was a horrible mistake. A mistake that came out of a drunk one night stand that meant nothing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sir,” She mumbled the last word. Knowing if she didn’t show complete respect she’d be slapped if not worse. She looked slightly to the right and saw her step-mother and one of her older half-siblings. At first she didn’t think anything of it. Aurora was being comforted by her mother as she sobbed. It wasn’t strange. Her siblings, especially her older sisters, loved getting her into trouble for things that she hadn’t done. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed as he shoved a magazine at her face, so close that she couldn’t make anything out. Sophia wanted to come up with a sarcastic reply. Or even call him out for being a jerk or a horrible father. Except she could remember exactly what that would result in. And Sophia really didn’t want to deal with the bruises.

It was a lazy day for Mary and I when I asked the question ,“What is on these papers?”. “Nothing that matters just leave them alone.” She replies. She goes to her closet to look for a movie. I go for the papers to see what they say. I reach for them and I am about to start reading them when she spots me opening them up. “Meaghan stop!” she yells.

The story opens to a local park the kids are all in their own little world hanging out with each other. Kameron is not at the park he is working since it’s only him and Kory.

It was only as Barry was slowing down to walking speed before entering the house that he realized he didn’t think about what he was going to say. That he was sorry? That everything was his fault? He needed to say it, but it wasn’t exactly going to make things any better. Looking down at the red costume he was wearing, he felt disgusted with himself and he just couldn't help but feel the urge to just rip the fabric on his skin. After all, he long lost the right to look like a hero; heroes don’t steal and kill people and they especially do not hurt their friends. Barry wasn’t the Flash anymore, he was an impostor.

(No one saw the agent place a small device under the bumper of the van and then slip back into the bushes)

“Momma?” Sylvia asked when she suddenly felt her mother let go of her hand. “Momma, where did you go?”

I was at New York, Brooklyn to be exact I was there to visit my families like my cousins my grandparents my aunts and my uncles. I was sleeping at my cousin's apartment I was cramped on the top bunk with my cousin Nadine she's the same age as me. Nadine and I were 10. finally, I woke up and so did Nadine we climb the ladder down to the living room which is right next to the bedrooms we slump on the couch and turn the tv on.

Daisy motioned for me to sit down and she sat opposite. “When we moved here and heard the stories I was intrigued, but it wasn’t until two years ago and we were pulling down the back fence that I figured it out.”

“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.

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.

“Sally, Sally, the tree fell! The tree fell!” My cousins Eyad and Adham rushed to me, yelling ecstatically like they had just witnessed the coolest thing ever. I’d just walked through the front door carrying all of the bags filled with everything my other cousins and I had survived on for the past five days at my uncle’s house. At hearing this headline of news of what happened while I was gone, I dropped everything, and it all landed with a loud thud. I stared blankly at the children, confused and wondering what on Earth they were screaming about, knowing that they probably committed an action that was completely ridiculous, adorable, and dangerous as most things they did happened to be.