A Short Story : The Story Of Jughead's Story

A small chuckle escaped James lips and he scratched his neck. “Seems like we'll have to relive the past for a little while here.”

Everything went downhill when Jughead Jones The Third, Archie Andrews, and his girlfriend Y/N was supposed to go on a road trip, but Archie cancelled suddenly. Jughead, Archie's bestest of friend was pissed, beyond pissed when his best friend bailed on them, what could possibly

Hands on hips, Carter leaned back looked up at the tower and then down at the body working out angles and positioning.

Michael's back hurt from sleeping on the hard wooden chair but he didn’t mind since he was well rested. He sat up cracking his back. It was still dark out. He noticed there was a note left on his chest. ‘We all went out on the boat to see the sunrise. Be back by noon - Ashton’. Michael didn’t care that they left him he never cared for boats. He stumbled half awake up the stairs making his way to the bedroom him and the boys were supposed to share. He turned the corner and opened the door. Michael froze when he was met with the site of Harry Styles half naked sprawled out on the bed. The only thing covering him was a pair of navy blue pants that cut off just above the ankle.

After a while, a little smile crept up onto my face. “Well, maybe just a little swim in the deep end.” I said quietly to myself. I bravely walked out of the pool, wincing at the hot ground. My footsteps turned into splashes as I walked into the bubbling hot tub. In the refreshing warmth of the hot tub, I turned to the people in the hot tub, and Sydney’s smeared with sunscreen face stared back at me. And Emily, turned in the other direction lounging around, turned to look at me. “Okay guys, I am going to go,” I started, trying to keep my face strong, “for a swim in the deep end.” I finished, my voice quivering. They both gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. “Will one of you come?” I said, my whole body shaking. “I will!” Emily exclaimed.

"Initially, he wasn't sure what to believe," Leon said. "Della and my mother were both brought in for questioning, much to my dismay. It didn't take long for Mother to confess. She was desperate to protect Della from any suspicion." Leon said. His words came faster. "As you know, Uther had no tolerance for any kind of magic, even if it was used for good. He sentenced her to burn at the stake." Leon's voice wavered at those last words.

Eli was in the shop checking on the shipment that had come in this morning. Glad to see that the parts he had ordered for his current restoration project were all here and in good condition. This put him in a great mood.

When I first walked into Cook’s Coffeehouse, I called out aloud, to see if anyone was there to help me with my situation. Eventually, a young woman walks towards me and asks angrily,

"Is this my time," Tanis Lightbody asked himself as he lay with one side of his face pressed against the asphalt as the ricochets echoed in his ears as if they were the percussions of drumsticks and his head the drum. He knew that if he got up to run, his silhouette, his blackness, would be perforated with punctuations, with periods of light, by the things making the explosive typewriter sounds, the lead hailstorm falling all around him. He also knew that if he didn't, the end result would be the same. Tanis knew that like everything else it was just a matter of time.

About ten years ago in our town of Hampton, there was a disappearance of a girl named Amy. The last time she was seen was her room as she was going to bed. The next morning, she was gone. All police could find of her was a small note written by someone else that said “the caves”. After a thorough investigation that lasted several months, the police gave up. It appeared that the mystery would never be solved. But (intro) It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs,”it’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came down to pick the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. As I opened the door, Jackie was very eager to explain to me what she found. Her dad worked at the police station, and when he was driving her car to be fixed, he had to stop at the police station for something. She came in with him, and as they were on the way out, she saw a police file poking out that she said could lead to what happened to Amy. Jackie was a close friend of mine since elementary school, and was always a curious, friendly, sometimes reckless person. She

Alone one dark Friday winter night, Alley was sleeping soundly cozy under her bright pink comforter. Her single mother, Isabella, had left that morning out of town for a work meeting. Alley’s father had died a few years ago from a mysterious murder. Suddenly she got out of bed and shivered to the door to see what was making this weird noise. Alley opened the door and stepped onto the back porch, looking into the dark night. Listening to the sound of the wind howling and the sound of the harmless crickets chirping. But, nothing and no one was there…

I slowly opened the door of our cottage, being careful not to awake Mama. I looked across the stone road and saw the door of Ciara’s cottage slowly open. We meet eyes and join in the middle of our stone path as we start heading towards the village. Everything is quiet this early in the morning, and we don’t wish to disturb that silence, so we are quiet. She looks into my eyes again and starts moving a little quicker, into almost a gallop and turns to face me.

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.

“ Alright today's the day were going on goliath” My dad said.I was really scared because at the time I never rode a rollercoaster with a huge drop. The drop was at a 90° angle and there was a bunch of loops in it. When My dad and I got into the line he asked me what row I wanted to go in. I told him “Not the back, and Not the Front, so let's go in the middle.” Of course he didn't listen to me and we went in the front row. I still told him no but we did it anyways. When we got into the front seat there was no handles in the front there was just one on the side of our seat for each person. The front of the cart was pretty far away so it felt like nothing was in front of us. Once I was buckled in my dad said to me, “What pose should we do for the picture?” We picked a pose but i'm not really sure what it was. Then the person who ran the ride asked all of us if we were ready, and we all shouted,Yes!. Then the cart started moving. I was kind of scared but also really excited. When we started heading to the top I put my hands up and was ready for the drop. When we got all the way to the top the cart stopped and I told my dad, “Are we Stuck?” Then right when he was about to answer the cart went down at a 90° angle the roller coaster went around and around and when the picture came we did a pose and It was really successful there was more loops and the cart went underground for a little bit. Then the cart slowed down I was sad because the ride was so fun. I told my dad, “I want to

“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.