A Short Story : The Story Of Koki's 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.”

It all started when Niki and her family went to go spend the weekend in a cottage on a lake. This cottage was very old and creepy. When the family got there Niki immediately had a horrible feeling about it. Niki never really worried much, but she worried about a lot of things on this vacation.

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.

This is what Allen's eyes must've looked like when Mana.... No he couldn't feel sorry for himself right now. He had a friend who needed him! Allen managed to push Lavi through the door of sickbay and they

Turning to the ladies standing nearby, still holding a pen and pad in his hand, ready to write, Detective Wallace asked, “Mrs. Wade, would you to tell me exactly what you saw this morning?”

This is my story and it all starts off with young little me growing up pursuing different kinds of dreams. I wanted become a pilot to travel the world, become an inventor, wanted to be a spy, become a famous celebrity that everyone knows of, etc. Ever since I was young, I’d always like to be the competitive type to be finishing first. There were good outcomes and there was bad outcomes. It would help me try to learn everything as quick as possible to do the work and finish quickly. It doesn’t as sound as bad, but everything has another side to it. Completing fast did help me, but sometimes too fast wouldn’t get me to understand or to get the right answers. This did affect me to this day. It would cause me now to be an impatient guy and have things done quickly or not have the patience.Just the thought of being first and getting many things right would get my parents to be proud of me. My parents are always my number one supporters and they always want the best for me just like any other parent would want from their child. I have always appreciated everything my parents have done. They’d always provide food, shelter, necessities, basically everything and I couldn’t ask for anything better.

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,

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.

The year is 4017, 9 years since the apocalypse began. The need for essential resources was becoming more and more necessary. People everywhere were becoming more and more violent as the days went on. Grocery stores were no longer stocked, jobs were no longer existeda thing, schools were no longer in session, and people were no longer had friends nor family. No one could support a family. People couldn’t trust their own families. Just a week ago, a 9-year-old girl killed her whole family by stabbing them 7 times just to have the last can of beans they had to herself. It was every man for themselves now. Everything in the world had changed, all technology was practically gone, most animals had been killed or mutated. The only thing that stayed the same was a single military base. The base had food, water, electricity, animals, and medicine. It wasThe only truly civilized place left. Many journeyed to the military base. It was located in what used to be Arizona. The only way you could get to it was if you made it across the booby-trapped terrain guarding its entrance. However, even if you made it through the traps, the guards could deny you access, that is if you didn’t have the materials the base needed. Now that you know the information, I’ll tell you about the protagonist and his story.

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.

Click. Click. The sound of a car door locking outside. Malaya ran to the window. A police car parked out front. She grabbed her book The Fault in our Stars and pretended to read, with the words popping out like a jack and the box. Oh no. Please not again!

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.

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.

“Not it” we all get to our right knee and put our finger on our nose trying not to be last. I didn’t want to be it but I didn’t want to get dirt all over my knee, It was worth it though. We all immediately point to Tessa because she was obviously last (like always). She is also the fastest one and we can never outrun her.

“HURRY UP!” I yelled across the street at Diana as she’s running down the street, barefoot, while I wait for her on the other side of road. We’re going off to the local supermarket to purchase the ingredients needed to make pumpkin bread.