A Short Story : The Story Of The Story

Suicide mention near the end of the story, please do not read if you are not ok with things like that.

What could they do? It was clear this was as far as he was going. But Paul wasn’t giving him the other half of the money either. He had the pistol if Miguel wanted to take things any further.

On an early Monday morning the sun rises over a small house located in a quiet town by the name of Old City of Rhoads in Greece. When the sun hits the small house, the house looks even smaller and the shadow of the house outlines the old looking torn apart boards holding the roof together. Even though this house looks old and small everyone in the town knows the story behind the man who used to live there, and the family who lives there now. The man who build and used to live in the house went by the name of Floyd Blackwood. Floyd was a master fisher man and would bring food to the town for family’s to buy and eat, because the town of Old City of Rhoads has always had a shortage of livestock. Floyd was basically a hero. He would spend his nights fishing, and his days building a house for him, his wife, and son. One day Floyd finished the house. And while his wife and son were settling in he decided to go fishing on his boat. Floyd went out to sea and started fishing but, before he could even realize how late it was and turn around he was trapped in a sea storm and did not make it out alive. The small house is now owned by Floyd’s wife, violet who lives with her now 17- year old son John.

I heard a knock at the door. It was my best friend Greta! I was excited to see her, but something wasn't right. She looked absolutely terrified. I had wondered what had happened ,but before I could ask she said,"Heidi, I went home after dinner--my family Heidi!” She was crying hysterically. I replied, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She said,”It can’t wait till tomorrow!” She had finally told me what had happened her family was taken. I din’t know what to think. I told her that I might be able to help, however I don’t really know. I went to my bed. I couldn’t sleep almost whole night. Greta’s words thundered in my mind. I wanted to help her, but I din’t want to hurt my family. I knew that if I helped her that my family could get hurt. We could all get hurt.

The story begins on a small hill on top of it is a small house now in that house had some secrets dark secrets that no one knew about on one gloomy day a young father named Mr. ross and his twin daughter’s jade and lisa they had recently lost their mother from an unknown disease the father wanted to move from that house so that they could all have a new start they moved to the country side of town found a beautiful home on the hill plenty of room for the girls to run around 2 bedrooms which was good because they didn’t like to be separated from each other so they always shared a room as they unpacked and placed everything where they wanted Mr.ross asked the girls to take some boxes downstairs as they were walking down the stairs . they heard a door shut they looked up stairs but the door was open they realized it came from down stairs they put the box down and looked around lisa accidentally kicked a box “ow!” she rubbed her foot she looked up and in front of her was a small door half the size as her and jade “jade! Come here hurry!” jade rushes over and looks at the small door “this is weird” jade said “let’s open it!” lisa says being the curious girl that she is lisa slowly reaches for the small doorknob jade quickly smacks lisa’s hand “no! What if there's a wild animal in there we could get seriously hurt” jade looks around and surprisingly finds a small key that fits the door she locks it and keeps the key in her pocket. Jade and lisa walk upstairs not telling there

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.

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.

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.

According to the picture on the Connecticut driver’s license, we found in the house the deceased woman was Katherine Lincoln,” Detective Wallace said.

It was a nice October day and Bertha and her family were out on a hike in the woods when suddenly, SQUISH! Bertha heard a bug crush underneath her foot. “Eww,” she stated in disgust, “I just stepped on a spider!” Bertha desperately tried to get the spider guts off of her shoe as her dad said, “You should have watched where you were walking sweetie! That spider could have a family that it was trying to get back to!” Berthas dad had a thing about not killing bugs because he claims that what goes around comes around, but Bertha thought it was silly since they were just meaningless bugs. “Yeah okay,” Bertha sighed. So Bertha, her mom, her dad, and her sister Delaney all continued their hike but Bertha kept on killing the small bugs that would land on her arms.

“No, but he seemed to just sit and stare at me for near on my entire shift. I was going to point him out to you but he just disappeared.” She said and suddenly started to get an uneasy feeling. “Ulyana, do you get the feeling we are being watched?”

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

“Exactly! Where was your mother?” I asked my question out loud not really expecting her to answer.

“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.

“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.