A Short Story : The Story Of The Story

-At seven-twenty a single flash of hard white light shot out of Geiger’s house like a wave of summer lightning. As the darkness folded back on it and ate it up a thin tinkling scream echoed out and lost itself among the rain drenched trees. I was out of the car and on my way before the echoes died.

Above our hastily set up camp, cumulonimbus clouds rose. Demonstrating their devastating, destructive power- a shard of lightning scythed through the air, cleaving it into fragments of tinged grey. The laceration had cleansed the air of its sins, now it felt pure. While I watch, the entire world flashes white. Again and again. The cathedral’s bells rang out loud again: thunder. Ozone manipulated my nasal palette; the smell reminded me that this storm was not a work of fiction- it was vastly

Jim’s eyes clouded as he stared at the old, bloodstained fatigues. He wanted to forget his pain and yet wanted so badly to recapture every movement. He put the jacket back into its wooden box and returned it back into the top shelf of his wardrobe where he kept all his few but cherished possessions. He then sat in his chair and closed his eyes, his mind wandering off, returning back into his distant yet distinct memories. His love, his life came rushing back in old fragmented memories, he could almost see them so clearly as if they had happened yesterday, not 56 years ago. The segments of thoughts whirring around in his mind turned so lively, full of pain, torment, love and affection, as to make him live the life he had tried so hard to forget.

James drags his wounded leg. Trenton stands, James fires, misses. The humanoid returns fire. Blasts James' chest.

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.

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.

Gran sat on her living room couch and stared at the front door, fearing Zach would never return, but also fearing he would. She spread her hands around the Cartier jewelry box, knowing she should’ve told the truth about the watch, but once the secrets and lies got their grips into her, for right or wrong, the stories persevered.

Benjamin awoke on a dreary Monday morning to a note on the kitchen counter. He read it aloud, “Benjamin, our time together is one I’ll cherish; however, we are holding each other back. Our decisions, while freeing, kept us from our full potential. I’m sorry, I know this will be difficult, but it is for the best.” Benjamin sat down, holding the note in his trembling hands, unable to put his thoughts together he sat there. Memories of his final summer at home floated through his mind, his thoughts drifting as if he were back in his family pool avoiding Mrs. Robinson and his parents. Benjamin jolted back to reality, looking at his watch he realized he had been sitting there for hours. Still nothing seemed important, the note now lay on the floor. Benjamin picked it up, glanced at it once more and crumpled it up. Benjamin looked around, studying his mediocre apartment, the view of a dimly lit suburban San Francisco street stirred something up, deep inside Benjamin. He immediately began packing, forgetting all responsibilities he had. Benjamin realized Elaine may have been right, he had settled, his life with her, while enjoyable, was not his full potential. He had the idea, only for a millisecond, that leaving San Francisco was the best thing for him; like his entire life once he got an idea of his own in his head there was no stopping him. The next morning Benjamin awoke early, he grabbed his bags and left. Leaving behind what he saw as a waste of three years, and any memories

It was a cold rainy night. The wind was deadly as sharp blades skimming past my face. The floor was slippery as an eel.

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

It was an absolute disaster. I pinch my face in disgust as I pick up one of the gooey clumps that were supposed to resemble sugar cookies.

Iris walked on the dirt path of the village. The wind blew her black curly hair behind her as she walked, and her tattered blue skirt swished in sync to her footsteps. She walked up to the only place that her feet could take her, and that was the Village Store. She stared at the sign in front of her. “White People Only.”

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!

0Drip, drip was the only essence of sound my feeble ears could feed on as I laid motionless, my head cemented on the grimy and frigid ground and body basking in the chilly shade of darkness. I thought. Thinking how I presented myself in such an uninspiring turmoil, occupied in a jail cell with a bestial brute whose colossal luminous bald head was the prime source of lighting when lights were out at night. But, I couldn’t remember. Where I came from, why I’m here and who I am? The only real fracture of my memory were disorientated and base in brief momentous of serene ravenous hounds; erratic rays of flashes and being vigorously batted down. And every thought towards those incident fulfils me with excruciating pain.