A Short Story : The Story Of The Bit-A Story?

I knew this was it, nothing else matter. I felt out of my body in this moment. The water turn on by itself. The water was the most beautiful thing I have seen in so long. Nothing could compare to the release the water will bring me. The way I will feel no more pain, because the water came me the release I’ve been craving. I lower myself into the tub. I lay down and took my last breath of air. I then submerged my head into the water.

Hange could still hear the low ringing in her ears once everything around her settled down. She had plenty of gas left to get herself out of the well, and to go where she needed to be afterward. She didn’t know how long she was knocked out for, but the dust from the blast settled down. The whole section of the town was destroyed and crumbled. Small smoke trails billowed from things that were turned to ash. She didn’t see any of her squad members. There was little chance of survival from something that powerful. Deep down Hange hoped that they managed to get far enough away, or even took cover, from the explosion.

"   Doctor Millred glanced at the grandfather clock across from Lady Carol's door. He checked his pocket watch. "Oh, my look at the time Sigmund do you think they will be delayed any farther ?"

“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her.

His cell phone was buzzing his head felt like it was going to split open. Reaching blindly for the phone until he found it he swiped the answer button.

“Four months isn’t a very long time. But I felt I’d met the man of my dreams.” Her eyes blurred, remembering.

A loud banging noise woke up the sleep deprived Yoongi at 5 AM, frightened by the loud noise, Yoongi stumbled out of bed rushing towards the door. Opening the door and trying to see who it was while squinting his eyes, two of the warpers stood in front of him. Blurred faces staring back at Yoongi one of them spoke up, “Yoongi, we require you at the office.”

“I will stay with Jade no matter what her decision is!” Peter exclaimed rather loudly, like he was in an argument with his sister Tonya.

Lucy, startled, sat bolt upright in bed. She stood there puffing for a moment, before lying back down, the old bed creaking under her weight. Her mind was racing. The strange woman in her dream seemed so familiar that she could have sworn it was -

Jaune felt terrible. After seeing his teammate vomiting in the bathroom and being told she was running a 101°F fever he knew she was sick. And he felt responsible. The only thing that could cause her to get so sick so fast would be the weather at the cabin. It was much colder than in Vale and her had forgotten to warn his team about it. And now one of them was sick. Jacqueline said that it was just a stomach bug, but he still felt bad. Ruby had gotten sick last night while he was bunking with team PLNR. he didn’t hear her rather Weiss came and got him because Ruby was asking for him. There was no way that he could turn her down. She was sick and miserable and she had asked for him. So he went and ended up holding her hair as she threw up in the bathroom that was the farthest from the bedrooms. When she had finished cleaned her up, and rubbed her back as he carried her back to her bed. He tucked her in and then went to take a shower.

A chestnut brown haired naive boy sat in the gloomy shadow of his cabin. The delicate spring air wafted the smoky smell of fresh cut grass into a sharply pointed nose and put his mind to ease. He felt his bare feet touch against the damp tender soil as the silver glow of the moonlight spilled from the sky upon the pages of his book. Lost in the adventure of thought he had almost escaped reality until the sound of his father’s heavy unsteady footsteps rushed into his ears. Immediately in shock, he stood up and scampered toward the narrow, pale backdoor and once inside the darkness of his home he stumbled around trying to find a hidden location for his treasured book.

It started when she was five and it has never ended since. Her mother, a woman of plants, came to her with the dirt on her shorts from the mums she’d worked with. Her long brown hair pulled back into a bun with small streaks of blonde. The mother checked in at the daycare’s desk. Mom’s here.

into her. Capri popped the cork off the champagne bottle, and it ‘accidentally’ sprayed down over her front. The bubbly wine shot all over her, white and frothy.

The ringing in Eddie's ear was persistent as he walked faster than ever from school. His arm burned in pain from whoever it was and his ear ached from who screamed at him.

My red converse pounded the rainy sidewalk as I dashed down Main Street. It's about midnight, and it was raining cats and dogs outside. I had been running away from the hospital, and the gang. Johnnycake, our Johnny, didn't deserve to die. The kid had a rough life, there is no doubting it, but he had hope. Shoot, he was just a kid. Johnny and I were buds, I'm sure of it. We both didn't have it so good, and it was like I was his guardian in a messed up way. I soon run out of breath and stop abruptly. Hands on my knees, I'm panting hard. If I kept running I'd run clear out of town, but I'll go mad if I just stood here. I jam my hands into my jean jacket pockets and my fingers clasp around my cold, metal gun. I close my eyes, trying to relax. ‘Don't do it man, don't do it.’ A voice inside my head urgently shouts. Johnnys voice urgently shouts. With a surge I run off and burst through the open doorway of the nearby mini mart on the corner. The calm voice that was trying to soothe me goes away and only an angry voice speaks. I scan the small shop. It's empty, and only Mr. Dean, the store owner is here. He backs up in terror as I walk at a fast pace toward him. I grit my teeth as tears stream down my face.