A Short Story : The Story Of The Story

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.

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.

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.

An orphaned young writer finds himself locked up for stealing which he had committed more than once , that last attempt to stop it got him into trouble . It was supposed to be his last , to enable him pay for his girlfriend's birthday. His elder brothers had left him all alone and he fobade ever visiting His uncle whom he blam$ed for his parents death.

Around 6 six o’clock on a Friday night my dad bought us 4 tickets for a Chicago Bears against the Seattle Seahawks on October 17. When he told us our eyes lit up . The next day on Saturday we made our way to Chicago to go see our Auntie and stay there before the game on Sunday , when we got there my Aunt screamed :

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!

At first, she could see nothing but smoke. Then, from the center of all the vapors she heard with her enhanced senses a cry in pain. Without thinking twice, she ran towards the source of it until she reached a terrified child with a burn on his leg. She started to drag the boy away from the smoke and flames, but yelped when the fire jumped out at her. But, she persevered and made it to the street with the child in hand. When she got a closer look at him, she realized that he could have only been no older than 6 or 7 years old. Then, she looked closer at his leg. Taking a deep breath, she touched the unbroken skin next to the wound and willed her power to heal the burn. A strange sensation filled her fingers and when she looked back down, scar tissue had replaced the angry, red burn. “Do you know where your parent is?,” she asked him.

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 speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted “Whoa!”

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.

“Violet!” Violet’s mother called. Violet continued bobbing her head to the music coming from her headphones. She continuously flipped through the pages of her book, finding the story uninteresting. “Violet!” Her mother called again but loud enough for her to hear. This time, Violet had heard her mother's calling and groaned in annoyance.

“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?”

Jerry came home from work later than usual that Friday night. He didn’t say hello when he found me in our bedroom, but thrust the glittery pink bag at my chest and waited with half of a grin.

Kagome looks around noticing the sun has begun to set behind the trees sighing not really wanting to return to the group just yet.

In the early morning of Sunday, a very beautful young lady by the name of Jaidan awoke stranded in the woods. She had heard much rumors about these very woods. The village people said the woods were haunted with ghosts and talking trees. Although, Jaidan didn’t believe the stories, she was still frightened. She had no idea how she got there, or how she was even going to get back.